Taming Emma(2)

She hadn’t been able to eat a thing and wasn’t sure how champagne was going to sit on an empty stomach. “Sir,” she began.

“Yes?” he asked, barely able to hide his pleased smile. She knew she played vulnerability well, likely one of the traits that had made him propose what he’d proposed.

“What exactly is going to happen tonight?” she asked. It was the same question she’d asked the last time they’d talked.

“That again?” he asked, looking bored. “Emma, nothing is going to happen that you haven’t agreed to,” he promised.

“What if I have to safeword?” she asked; this part made her nervous.

“You won’t have to; your limits will be respected.” She stared at him. “If you do safeword, you’ll be released from the contract immediately, but you won’t need to use it, Emma. Trust me.”

She wished she could.

“Are you changing your mind?” he asked. “Half of the money has been transferred into your account, but if you change your mind now, you can give it back…” He cleared his throat. Could he see her flinch?

“No, it’s not that,” she said, straightening her spine.

“Then what is it?”

“I’m just nervous, Damien. That’s all,” she snapped. “I’ve never done anything like this before.”

She could see the effort it took for him to soften his expression. He brushed a loose strand of hair away from her face and tucked it behind her ear. “I’ll be there with you,” he said. “You know I wouldn’t let anything bad happen to you. The men you’ll meet tonight, they’re going to fall in love with you. You’ll be the most beautiful woman there, among wealthy, powerful men.”

Emma watched his lips move as he spoke. Christ, he made her sound like a gold digger. She wasn’t interested in a rich boyfriend, never had been. In one more year, she’d have access to her own small fortune. She’d do what she had to do to survive until then.

Besides, the one thing she did have to give Damien credit for was that he’d sensed her need to submit before she’d been fully aware of it herself. Things just came about differently than she’d imagined, or hoped. She’d met Damien a few months ago at Club Exhale, a BDSM club. It was her first time there and she’d been scared as hell. She’d welcomed his attention then. Sex with him had been different than anything she’d experienced before and he’d whet her palate. Vanilla wasn’t enough anymore, never could be again. Submission made her feel more alive, more fulfilled than she’d ever thought possible and she knew with Damien, she’d just scratched the surface.

But she didn’t have feelings for him and had quickly realized that Damien had had plans for her all along. The seduction was just the cherry on top for him. When he’d first brought up the party they’d be attending tonight, he’d done it knowing she needed the money and understanding the fact that kink turned her on. He’d planted a seed. She’d been able to think of nothing else since. He’d pay her to experience something she wanted to experience anyway.

“Are you ready?” he asked.

She tried to push the anxiety building inside back down. She was out of options. He’d flown her out to Aspen and although he insisted she was under no obligation, she didn’t quite believe he meant it.

He set their drinks down and took her hands in his. “Look at me.”

She turned wide eyes to his. She hated playing the little vulnerable dummy with him.

“Answer me,” he said, sounding just a little less patient.

She searched his eyes and licked her lips when she turned her attention to his mouth. She knew he’d like that. “I’m ready, Sir.”

He smiled. “Let’s go, then,” he said, leading her to the exit.





Chapter Two





She hugged her wrap to her shoulders and they walked out to his car, a black BMW coupe with tinted windows. She slipped into the passenger seat and Damien closed the door. She watched him light a cigarette and take out his cell phone. She wondered if he would miss her after tonight. Or if she would miss him. She was a means to an end to him, nothing more. But if she were honest, she was more ok with it than she liked to admit.

He hung up, tossed his half-smoked cigarette to the ground and slipped into the car. The scent of the cigarette clung to him, sickening her.

“No turning back now, Emma. Ready?” he asked.

She took a deep breath and nodded. It was just one weekend. “I’m ready. Sir.”

“I’m going to blindfold you,” he said, taking a black silk cloth out of the glove compartment. “Close your eyes.”