“Me too,” she said, finishing the last of her breakfast.
“And you’re right, my intentions were not the most honorable.”
“How long did you live in the UK?” she asked.
“The first ten years of my life,” he said. “More coffee?”
“No, thanks,” she said. “So your mother married Mr. Roark.” She was forming the family tree in her head. “Weren’t you old enough that you didn’t have to take his name?” she asked. “I mean, you didn’t want to keep your real family’s last name?”
“The Roarks are my real family,” he said, pushing away from the table and making a second cup of coffee.
His tone shut her down. Obviously a sore spot. Well, she could leave it alone as long as he stopped probing into her past. Fair was fair.
“Ok, Luke. Let’s let the skeletons lie.”
He nodded, resuming his seat.
“I have one question about last night and after that, I never want to mention it again.”
“Shoot,” he said, taking a sip of coffee.
“How much did you pay for me?”
“Ah,” he grinned. “I’m curious about your portion as well,” he said. “Twenty-five grand.”
Her mouth fell open. “What?”
“I’m guessing you didn’t see much of that yourself?”
“Five! Five fucking grand from Damien! The bastard paid me a tiny percent of what he pocketed!”
“In his defense, I overbid. I didn’t want to take a chance on losing you to someone else.”
“That’s almost…romantic,” she teased. She stood and carried the dishes to the dishwasher. “Hope you didn’t overpay.”
“Oh, I plan on getting every penny’s worth,” he said, his expression leaving no doubt of that.
“I want to hear about the photography, about England.” About your family, she thought, but she left that alone.
“Not now,” he began. She could tell he wanted to sound casual, but he didn’t. “And besides, I have more interesting ideas for the morning.”
Chapter Six
“I need to get a few things, then I’ll meet you in the living room,” he said, leaving the kitchen. “Oh,” he turned back, “you’ll be naked and on your knees by the time I get there.”
Emma watched him go, his words leaving her warm and nervous at the same time. What few things was he collecting, she wondered. She was both relieved and disappointed that he wouldn’t spank her, which in itself was unsettling, but she also knew the alternative he was planning wouldn’t exactly be letting her off the hook.
It felt good to have told him all that stuff about Nate, about what had happened to him after the accident. Although he and Nate had moved beyond the Julie incident, their relationship had never been the same. She wondered how much of that was because Luke kept Nate at arm’s length rather than the other way. As for Julie, she knew he was sorry for what he’d done; she’d known that since that day she’d walked in on them. The look in his eyes had said everything he couldn’t.
Emma walked into the living room and stripped the shirt off, laying it over the arm of the sofa. She then chose a spot and knelt, knees wide, back straight, hands resting on her thighs with the palms turned up, her pussy already wet and ready for attention.
“Very good,” he said, taking her in as he stepped into the living room and dropped some things onto the coffee table.
She watched. “Uhm, what is that?” she asked, eyeing the items.
“That is a butt plug. And you can call me Sir. Or Master. I quite liked the ring of that last night,” he said, casually smiling.
A butt plug? She turned wide eyes up to him and watched while he unbuttoned and rolled up the shirt sleeve of his right arm, all the while returning her gaze with a gleam in his eyes.
“Never used one, I imagine?”
She shook her head. “No, Sir.”
“Did you like my finger inside you this morning?”
Oh god no, he wasn’t going to make her say it, was he?
“Emma?” he asked.
“Yes,” she whispered. “Sir, but I don’t know if I’d like that.”
“Do you trust me never to hurt you, not really, even when I punish you?”
“Yes, Sir.”
He rolled his other sleeve up and she glanced at the other items: a tube of lubricant and two sets of fur-lined leather cuffs, a flogger as well as two black leather straps that looked like belts but were too thin and short.
“What are you going to do with that?” she pointed to the flogger. “Sir.”
“It’ll be a surprise,” he said. “I’m going to put the plug inside you now. You’ll wear it for a few hours this morning and then again this evening. I also plan on binding your arms behind your back during this morning’s treat. Are you comfortable with that?”