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Taming Emma(20)



He pulled out a few moments later, his breath ragged. He sat down on the couch and smiled a satisfied smile while she swallowed all that he’d given her.

“Please,” she begged.

He reached into his pocket and the vibration was gone. “No, Emma. You’re not allowed to come until I say so,” he said. “I own your body for the duration of the contract. I will give you permission when I so desire and you will have nothing to say about it.”

She whimpered, her pussy swollen, her clit throbbing with need.

“Look at you,” he said, leaning forward and touching the hot flesh of her breasts.

She looked down. Her chest was striped bright red and her nipples still hard. The pain that hadn’t been terrible during her whipping now began to settle beneath her skin.

He helped her to her feet and turned her away from him. She was unsteady and unable to speak while he untied the bands of leather that had framed his work area before taking the cuffs off and releasing her stiff arms. He then reached his hands around to touch her breasts lightly, which made her suck in a breath. She moaned when he made his way south, the fingers of one hand slipping between the folds of her pussy while the other found its way down her back to touch the base of the plug.

“Please…” she begged, leaning into him.

“Shh,” he coaxed before releasing her altogether. “Let’s go upstairs.”

Finally, he was going to take her upstairs and fuck her. She walked as fast as the plug would allow.

“Lie on your back and spread your arms and legs wide,” he said.

She did, more than willing to comply.

“Close your eyes, I’m going to blindfold you.”

She heard the opening of a drawer and soon felt the soft silk of the blindfold slip over her eyes. Once it was in place, he moved off the bed and she once again felt the fur of the still-warm cuffs she’d worn earlier. He closed them around her wrists one at a time, securing her to the bed before moving to her ankles to do the same. She tried the restraints and they weren’t too tight, but she couldn’t move more than a few inches. Blind and bound, she listened for him, but what she heard wasn’t what she wanted to hear. In fact, she clenched her fists tight when she realized what he was doing.

“Luke!” she called out. “Luke Roark, release me this minute!”

But the only response was his voice growing louder as he sang a tune in the shower.





Chapter Seven





“You need clothes so I’m going to call and order some things for you from town,” he said.

“You bastard!” She pulled at her restraints. “Untie me!”

“You know what?” he said, obviously amused. “Let’s try Master today. I’ve never had a woman call me Master before and, to be honest, I like the sound very much.” His voice came from different parts of the room and she realized he was moving around as he dressed.

“You cannot leave me alone…”

“I’m not leaving you. Not yet, anyway. And besides, I’d take you to the shop to choose for yourself, but given the fact you have nothing to wear…”

“Luke, I’m serious. If you don’t untie me in one second…”

“What’s your shoe size?” he asked. “Ah, never mind. Seven-and-a-half.” He must have checked the bottom of the pumps she’d worn the other day.

She strung a number of choice words together for him while he ignored her completely. At one point she felt the bed sink beneath his weight, but she realized he was just putting on his shoes.

“You can’t leave me here like this! What if there’s a…a…a break-in? Or a fire? Luke!”

“I wouldn’t leave you tied up alone in the house. I’ll be downstairs. Try to relax,” he said as she heard the door close. It was at that precise moment that the plug began its vibration again, leaving her in agony, in ecstasy, her breasts throbbing, her pussy clenching around nothing, wanting to be filled. But he’d taken extreme measures to make sure she wouldn’t get off. Worse than that, with his little toy, he’d made sure her arousal wouldn’t lessen for an instant.

“Bastard!” she said to no one at all as she squirmed around the bed.







Luke descended the stairs, smiling, and headed into the study. She was going to be pissed by the time he got back upstairs. And horny as hell. He liked the idea of finding her soaked and writhing on his bed. He was hard again, thinking about what he was going to do to her hot little pussy.

One thing nagged at him though. When he offered to teach her this weekend, it was with the idea that it would only be the weekend. Afterwards, he’d take her home, wherever that was at the moment. But he worried about her and that was a first. Her behavior was unsafe and she was lucky that he’d been there last night. What else had she been doing and would she do in order to prove she was a grown woman, and how much would those decisions cost her over time?