He nodded. “If you like, I will show you my collection later.”
“I’d like that very much,” she said.
He nodded. “How do you feel?” he asked.
She flushed. “A little sore, but good.”
“Turn around,” he said, stepping closer so she took one back. He grinned. “Better yet, put your hands on the footboard and bend over. Legs wide so I can inspect you.”
“Can I at least have a shower first?” she asked.
He shook his head.
“Please?” she squeaked.
“No.”
His expression told her he wasn’t going to budge. Hesitant, she moved to the foot of the bed and, spreading her legs, bent forward and gripped the footboard.
“Good girl,” he said, coming to stand behind her.
He touched the flesh of her buttocks and she tensed.
“Relax, soften and let me see. I don’t plan on spanking you until after breakfast, as promised.”
“But I’m still sore,” she said.
He cupped one tender buttock.
“You’re not bruised. I think you’ll be fine.”
She kept her eyes on the headboard.
“How’s your pussy?”
She flushed at his words, then once again when he placed his hands on either cheek and spread her open.
“I asked you a question, Emma,” he said. “Ah,” her pussy lips parted as if on cue. “I think you’re more than all right,” he said, dipping his fingers inside her, then proceeding to find her clit.
She moaned as he played and when she heard his zipper go down, she arched her back.
“Emma,” he said. She heard him unwrap a condom and after a moment, felt his cock against her.
“Yes, Sir…” she barely managed.
“I don’t want to fuck you if your pussy is sore,” he said, his wet fingers teasing before settling over her anus.
She gasped and tensed again.
“Are you sore? Shall I fuck your ass instead of your pussy?”
She remained frozen, unable to speak as his finger worked circles around the tight hole.
“I’m…not sore,” she said, realizing the alternative.
“No?”
He pressed against her asshole until it gave way.
A long, low moan escaped her lips and she could almost hear the pleased smile on his face. “Have you ever been fucked in the ass?”
She shook her head as his cock entered her pussy slowly. His finger still worked her asshole. “No, Sir,” she said, lifting her hips to him.
His hands closed over her plump buttocks and while one finger worked her anus, he began fucking her pussy. “I think I won’t spank you after all this morning. In fact, I have a special treat in mind,” he said, moving slowly. “I can’t resist your pretty little bottom,” he said, his thrusts coming shorter and faster now. “I’d like to fuck that sexy little hole tonight, Emma. Will you give it to me?”
“Ah…”
“Please answer me,” he said, fucking her harder.
“Yes. Oh god, yes. Yes, Sir, yes…” With that, she came as he filled her pussy with his cock and her asshole with his finger. “Oh…” Her knees gave way beneath her, but he held her by her hips and fucked her until he drew a second orgasm from her, her muscles milking his cock.
The last piece of bread popped up from the toaster as Emma made her way into the kitchen.
“Shirt looks good on you,” he said. He’d given her one of his button-down shirts to wear for now.
“Thanks,” she said, settling on the same stool as last night.
“Still take your coffee black?” he asked.
“Yes,” she said. He’d remembered. “Thanks.” She took the steaming cup of coffee from his hands and sipped. “Mmm.”
He settled next to her and put two pieces of toast on her plate. “Why aren’t you talking to Nate?” he asked, buttering his bread.
She gave him a look, then focused on spreading strawberry jam on her toast. “When was the last time you talked to him?” she asked.
“A couple of months ago,” he said, his expression guarded. They usually spoke five or six times a year and saw each other less. “What about you?”
“He always manages to track me down so I just figure it’s easier to check in now and again.”
“Why? You used to be close. I thought after your parents’ death, that bond would grow.”
“That first year after it happened,” she began, keeping her expression neutral. “I wasn’t sure if either of us were going to make it. Nate lost it for a while.” She dropped her toast on her plate and sipped her coffee. “I don’t know if you know the details.”