A/N: Chapter four, then...
Giant kinky Cigarette Warning™ for this one. So, best to exercise restraint in reading the second part of this chapter, should you not be alone. Just sayin'
This one is for L, who is a better friend to me right now than someone who calls themselves my best friend.
On with it, then...
Disclaimer: I do not own skins. Judging by the content of this chapter, I have a very dirty mind. Any and all typos are purely accidental.
(Naomi POV)
I don't deny that Emily made me very curious at first. What really surprised me though, was how quickly I became fond of her. In spite of all the mounting sexual tension between us that occurred every time Emily's eye and mine met, we got on very well. The next few days after I had dinner at her flat, she would call me when she had the chance, and we would talk about every day stuff. She would tell me of some of the disastrous products that her company was tasked with marketing, and while due to confidentiality I could never divulge case information, I gave her loose descriptions of some of the court days that week. She laughed as I told her about the various judges I had to present cases to.
"I'm telling you, Emily... The man has a huge wart on his nose, and it's hard to look at anything else. Such a focal point."
"That's terrible!" Emily laughed.
"What, you think all lawyers are stuffy wankers?" I asked.
"No, not at all. I hardly think you are a stuffy wanker, beautiful."
I blushed, and continued on with the conversation by asking Emily about, of all things, her hair. You see, I've met female executives who are prim, proper (much like how Effy described me), and conservative. Me, I can dress prim and proper, but I am by no means conservative. I spliffed my way through university and still came out with high distinctions, thanks very much. And my hair isn't naturally blonde.
Emily's hair was red. By red, I mean red, somewhat like that candy apple red colour you see on cars and vintage guitars. Bright in the right light, like sunlight, and subdued when it needed to be. Not meaning to be rude, but it was the sort of hair colour you would see on a stripper or a pole dancer, than an executive. Emily wore that colour very well, and through the course of our conversations, she said she dyed it that colour to stand apart from her twin sister.
Oh yes, that's right, Emily has a twin. But strangely, she doesn't talk much of her or the rest of her family, and given the nature of our acquaintance, I don't feel it proper to ask further.
That morning, I had got to work with five minutes to spare, just giving me enough time to get a badly made coffee from the urn in the office kitchen. No time to spare getting myself a decent macchiato. I sat down at my desk, and ploughed through a case schedule or two, making notes as I went. By the time morning tea came around, I was gagging for a decent cup of real coffee, and relished the chance to get out of the office for half an hour. I walked to my favourite local coffee bar, and sat down while I waited for them to make me a good strong coffee.
"Well, well." I heard her husky voice behind me, and I about jumped in my seat. "Imagine me finding you here, in Cook's Casa di Caffé."
"E-emily..." I stuttered, blushing furiously.
She gave me a warm smile and looked me up and down. "Hello, beautiful. How are you?"
"Good, thank you." I said, nodding gently. "I just came down for a coffee."
Well done, Campbell. State the fucking obvious, much?
"Naturally." Emily smirked. "This being a coffee bar, and all."
"Oh, I don't know... I could have come for a...uh..." I said, my eyes looking around the counter. "Bagel. I could have come for a bagel. Or maybe an eccles cake, I haven't had one of those in years...um..."
Emily sat down across the table from me and leaned over it. "You know, your nervousness is very sexy." She said, her voice low enough to make me blush just at the sound of its timbre. She straightened up, and gave me a simple, innocent smile. How the hell does she do that?
"I suppose you're getting coffee too?" I asked.
"Indeed I am, beautiful." She said, staring at me with appreciative eyes. This is only the second time we had been out in public together, and already she was driving me crazy, and making me feel all queasy, like I'm almost powerless when I'm around her. The trouble with that was, it was a completely addictive feeling, and I had the rest of a work day to get through.
"Naomikins, coffee is up, darlin'!" Came the voice behind the counter. I stood up abruptly, and gave Emily a weak smile. I went to the counter, and made sure my coffee was sugared and stirred, and placed a lid on it.
"Cheers, Cook." I said, as I picked up the large cup.
He looked at me with his usual roving eyes. "You know Emilio, then?"
My eyes snapped up towards his, and I could feel myself blushing. Oh, bollocks!
"Uh...yeah, just an acquaintance. We met the other night when I was out." I said, in a hurried manner as I sipped my coffee. "Can't stay and chat, Cookie. Time is money, y'know."
He gave me his usual knowing look. "Righto, Naomikins. But you owe me a story, I think, yeah?"
"Sure, mate." I said, turning to leave. As I walked outside, I could hear Cook calling Emily for her coffee, and heard a whispered conversation, before Cook's bellowing laugh echoed through the bar. Oh, Christ, that's all I need. I scowled as I pushed open the door, and stepped onto the pavement to begin my walk back to the office. I got to the street corner, before I heard Emily's voice behind me.
"Naomi...hey..." She said, as she caught up to me and walked beside me.
"You know Cook?" I said, as I stopped and turned to face her.
Emily shrugged. "We were in college together."
"Oh." I replied, looking down at my shoes. "Right."
"Hey... it's not a problem, is it?" Emily asked, taking my hand. I looked up at her, her eyes showing nervous uncertainty.
I sighed, and looked at my phone. I had five minutes to get back to the office. "I've got five minutes to get back to the office, and it's more than a five minute conversation." I frowned. "Can we do it some other time?" I asked.
Emily smled gently, and then nodded. "Of course." She said. She stepped close to me, leaned up and kissed me softly, and I felt myself blush. "I'll text you later, beautiful." She said, as she turned and walked away.
I blinked, stunned for a moment, and then turned back in the direction of the office.
Her text message came during my lunch break. I had just finished my chicken and avocado wrap, when my phone vibrated.
"Take off your underwear. xEx"
I blinked, feeling myself flush as the words sunk in. Was she serious?
"Seriously? xNaomix" Was my reply.
"Seriously. I'll give you five minutes to go to the bathroom, and remove your knickers. Now. Let me know when it's done. xEx"
It was a crazy suggestion, but I still got up and made my way to the ladies, and did as she asked. I caught my reflection in the mirror, and I looked nothing like a woman who was wearing no underwear.
But I had a nervous feeling, as I texted Emily back.
"It's done. xNaomix" I sent the message off and waited for a reply. Soon enough, it came through.
"Show me. ;-) xEx"
Was she serious? My phone vibrated once more.
"And yes, I'm serious. I want to see. xEx"
I felt my face growing hot, and muttered to myself. "Can't believe I'm fucking doing this..." I put the lid of the toilet seat down and hiked my skirt up slightly, sitting down on the cool plastic. I took the picture, not that it was the sort of selfie you'd stick on Facebook, and attached it to a new text. "Fuck's sake." I muttered, as I sent it off.
"Is this to your satisfaction? xNaomix" I knew I was being a smartarse, but this was something I had never done before, and nerves made me a sarcastic smartarse even when I wasn't being asked to flash someone via text.
My phone buzzed its reply shortly after.
"Very sexy and very beautiful. How do you feel? xEx"
I swallowed, as I typed my reply.
"Exposed. xNaomix"
A moment later, my phone vibrated rapidly, signalling an incoming call, Emily's name on the display.
"Hello?" I answered, quietly.
"How exposed do you feel?" She asked, her voice low and husky.
"Like I'm wearing no fucking knickers, what do you think?!" I said, in a hushed whisper.
I swore I heard a throaty giggle on the other end. "Do you feel vulnerable, beautiful?" Emily asked.
I swallowed. "Yes." I replied, weakly. It was the truth, I felt completely vulnerable, even though it was only Emily and I who knew I was lacking underwear.
"Excellent." Emily replied. "Now, I want you to do something for me."
"Like what, run naked around the office? I've only been here six months, I'm sure it'll go down fantastic!"
"No." Emily replied, her tone succinct and stern. "Much easier than that, and one instruction I don't think you'll mind obeying..." Her voice came over calm and cool. "Touch yourself for me, I want to know how wet you are." She must have heard me gasp, because I then heard her chuckle softly. "You know you want to..."
I sighed, knowing that she was right. I slid my fingers between my thighs and inched closer until I was touching myself. My fingers met with slick, slippery wetness. "Jesus." I gasped, unable to help myself.
"So...?" Emily asked. "Are you?"
"Soaking." I replied, and groaned softly as the sound of Emily's wicked, low chuckle sent another chill through me.
"Listen to me very carefully, Naomi. I want you to count to ten. For every number you count, I want you to stroke the length of your middle finger along your clit. But, whatever you do...do not come. Understand?"
"Y-yes." I whispered. On the one hand, was she serious? And on the second hand, I don't think I've been this turned on in my entire life.
"Alright. You may start now."
I took a shaky breath and began to count. "One." I said, the nervousness and arousal apparent in my voice. I gasped as the friction of my finger against my clit turned me on further, if that were possible. "Two." I said again, softer this time, moaning softly as the movement of my finger almost became too much. I breathed heavily once more, and again I heard Emily chuckle.
"Come on, Naomi... You need to learn to control yourself... I tell you what... If you can last to ten without having an orgasm, I'll make you scream later. If you can't...then I will just tease you even more."
I gave a noise of frustration, and slid my fingers own for a third time. "Th- oh shit- three." I mumbled.
I don't know how I made it through four and five. Or six and seven, for that matter. Emily had me so turned on and so close to getting off, but it was so addictive that it felt like I struggled with two sensations at once. Not only was I dangerously close to an orgasm, but letting her do this, allowing her to have this little bit of control over me, there was something quite powerful about it that I can't quite describe, at least not while this little caper is going on.
"Eight..." I barely whispered.
"I wish I could see you, you sound so beautiful, Naomi." Emily purred.
"N-n-nine..." I managed, just. I panted heavily as my finger stilled.
"Come on, beautiful... One more and then you're done..."
"I...I can't...too close..." I mumbled, almost incoherently.
"Hmm...and I can just about taste you on the tip of my tongue..."
"Jesus." I huffed. "Are you trying to make this worse?!"
She laughed, wickedly. "One more tiny stroke, Naomi. I know it's uncomfortable, sitting there with your skirt hiked up, so close to coming you can taste it. I know your nipples must be straining for some attention, and I wish I could take one and roll it between my teeth to push you over the edge. The only problem is, I can't do that right now, but I can later... All you have to do for me, is stroke your throbbing, swollen clit once more...and not come."
I shuddered, feeling the mix of warm and cold sensation of her words as they flooded through me. I braced myself and slid my finger slowly one last time down my clit, moaning softly as I did so. "Oh, shit... Ten." I groaned, and had to stop myself from rubbing it more. I breathed harder than I think I ever did in my life.
"Good girl." Emily's voice sounded in my ear, and I heard the pleased tone in her speech. "You've done well."
I trailed to catch my breath as I rested my hand on my thigh. "Fuck." I muttered.
"You'll thank me for it tonight, Naomi." Emily said. "Now here's what I want you to do. Are you listening?"
"Uh huh."
"Good." Her voice was still calm. "Clean yourself up, and go back to work. Do not, I repeat, do not put your knickers back on. They belong to me. Do not make yourself come. I want you at my flat at 7pm, sharp. Bring your underwear with you, but don't change your clothes. Am I understood?"
"Yes." I replied, before swallowing thickly.
"Good. Now, enjoy the rest of your day, Naomi." Emily said, before ending the call.
I placed my phone on the toilet roll dispenser, and ran a shaky hand through my hair. What the hell was Emily doing to me?
It was seven p.m. when I knocked on the door to Emily's flat. A voice from inside told me that the door was open, so I turned the handle, and sure enough, the door swung open when I pushed it. I entered the soft lit hallway, and the door closed behind me.
"Don't turn around." Emily's voice came from behind me. I stood still, feeling two hand run their way up my back, stopping at my shoulders. Nimble fingers gripped the fabric of my jacket. "Knickers." Emily said, a no nonsense tone to her voice. I reached into my pocket, pulling out the crumpled fabric. Emily took them from my fingers. "Black lace. Very nice." She murmured, appreciatively. "Take off your jacket."
I took off my jacket, and Emily took it from me, presumably to hang it up. I felt her presence behind me once more. "Don't panic, Naomi. Remember, no matter what happens... You are in a safe place, and I mean you no harm. Everything I do is for your pleasure. Understood?"
I nodded. "Yes." I replied.
"Excellent." Emily said, before I felt something cold and metallic against my wrist. I heard the sound of a ratchet as the cool metal of handcuffs closed around my left wrist. The other one was pulled behind me, and enclosed in the same manner, trapping my wrists behind me. She stepped in front of me, and I could see she was wearing her bathrobe from the other morning, and her lopsided fringe almost covered one eye completely. She stepped close to me, and gripped the sides of my skirt, slowly dragging the fabric up my thighs. "Did you follow my other instructions?" She asked.
I nodded. "Y-yes."
A smile crossed her lips. "Good girl." She said, as she walked behind me. "Now... I want you on your knees."
I hesitated for the briefest moment, and then kicked off my heels, and awkwardly got down on my knees, the floorboards feeling cool against my skin. I immediately saw darkness, as Emily slipped a black blindfold around my head, fastening it securely. I felt my heart begin to race slightly, reminding myself that Emily said she meant me no harm. I felt her fingertips, gliding down my neck, opening the first done up button on my blue blouse, then trailing down to the second...third...until she had them all undone.
"So, tell me, beautiful... Were you self conscious, being without your knickers all afternoon?"
"Yes." I replied, my voice barely above a whisper.
"Were you turned on?"
"Yes."
"Mmm...I had a feeling you might be." Emily replied, softly. I felt her fingertips trailing down from my neck, between my breasts, and over my flat stomach. "If I move my hand lower...will I find you as wet as I think you are?" I nodded my head, slowly, my head swimming with the sound of her voice. "Tell me."
I swallowed hard, feeling my pulse racing and the nervousness course through my stomach. "Yes." I replied, my voice shaky.
She had no verbal response, but she slid her hand further down in between my thighs and let her fingers run along my folds that were definitely beyond damp with my arousal. "Looks like we were both right." She said, as her finger brushed ever so carefully close to my clit. I gasped at the strong pleasurable sensation it sent flooding through me.
"I'm going to enjoy every inch of you that I can..." Emily husked, her finger once again grazing up against my clit and sending another shiver through me. I must have gasped this time, because she removed her hand entirely, and I felt myself move forward slightly. "Don't move." Emily said her voice stern once more. I'm already on my knees, how much further down can this voice bring me? I went to interject, and she placed her wet fingers against my lips, and I could smell my scent all over them. "Don't...speak. If you must... You can say yes...no...please...more...and fuck." She said, as her hand resumed its actions between my legs. "Do you understand?"
"Yes." I whispered, in reply. I could tell she was going to make me lose the power of speech, either through pleasure itself, or from overuse of my vocal box through pleasure. Quite possibly both.
"Good." She said, and the way she said it, was almost innocent, just with this slight hint of wickedness. Her hand removed itself again, and I heard a soft, hollow thunk on the floorboards beneath us, and then rustling, before I felt Emily's palms on the outside of my thighs, and her fingers at the back of them, lightly stroking. Her thumbs were down, and just as I tried to visualise the position she was in, I felt warm breath at my thighs.
Holy shit.
Softly, she kissed up the insides of my thighs, fingers gently gripping at my skin. But her kisses were teasing, each kiss only moving less than an inch up my thigh. "Do I intrigue you?" She said, her breath close enough to play across my wetness, making me shiver.
"Yes." I admitted.
She gave a soft chuckle, and kissed my thigh, inhaling the scent of me, and giving a soft groan of approval. "You are so intoxicating." She said. I felt her fingers begin to push their way inside me. "They say when you lose the use of a sense, the others become heightened. Given your lack of ability to touch something, and the lack of sight, would you say that is true in your case?" Her voice sent a chill through me, and I shivered bodily as the length of her two fingers found their way inside me.
I gasped as I felt her fingers filling me. "Yes." I replied, in a hoarse whisper. My stomach felt as thought butterflies were having a carnival in there, complete with garish floats. "Fuck." I muttered. I was so turned on, all I needed was a little direct stimulation, and I'd be well on my way to Orgasmville. Somehow I didn't think it was that simple... I was proved right, when I felt her begin to drag, and I mean fucking slowly, her fingers out of me, then sliding them back in, and twisting them slightly. "Fuck...yes..." The words escaped my lips before I could stop them, and i felt myself blush at their desperate tone.
Emily gave an appreciative chuckle from under me. "Does it feel good?"
"Yes." I gasped. Does it feel good? What a stupid bloody question. I could come any second and she asks me if it feels good...
Her lips ran slowly up my inner thigh once more, and I gave out a much more desperate gasp as Emily's tongue flicked across my clit. "Hold on tight..." She said, before she began to rapidly flick her tongue over and around the swollen button. I guess you could best describe it as an attack mode, and I quickly saw what she meant by 'hold on tight'.
Emily teased me with her tongue, flicking over and around my clit, dragging her fingers inside me, and drawing out my pleasure. I couldn't help myself, I whimpered as another shudder went through me. "Fuck!" I gasped, as her tongue flicked over a particular spot. Emily obviously took note of it, as she flicked over the same spot again...and then again... Her fingers moved faster inside me, and I could see the irony of her telling me to hold on when I was unable to do just that. My hips moved of their own accord as she drove me closer with each flick of her tongue and movement of her fingers. I see now what the appeal to this was. There was definitely something that was turning me on, and I don't know if it was Emily herself, or the deprivation of faculties, but this woman made me hornier than I'd ever been in my life.
"FUCK...YES!" I cried, as the tingling sensation inside me reached its strongest peak, and I shuddered hard above her as the pleasure overtook me and I came hard. Emily curved her fingers inside me and a gasping, deep, wordless moan came from my throat. Coloured pinpricks flooded the blackness in front of my eyes as I shuddered, whimpering as Emily's fingers slid out of me, insides feeling suddenly empty. Her tongue carefully and lazily flicked around my clit, and unable to help myself, I bit my bottom lip, groaning softly as the aftershocks...well...shocked me. I know she hated it when I bit my lip, why I'm not sure. But at least she couldn't see me.
Oh, how wrong I was about that. I must have lost my sense of time. either that, or Emily was quicker than I gave her credit for, as I felt her fingers touch my lips, untucking my lip from between them. I felt them tingle, and then I smelled myself on her own as she gifted me with a single, chaste kiss. "Don't." She said, her voice low. "Do you know why?"
I shook my head. "No."
Her hands framed my face and she kissed me again, her tongue gently pushing between my lips and seeking out my own. It was a slow, sensual kiss this time, that lasted until at least I was breathless. Her forehead leaned against mine as our lips parted. "Because, you beautiful creature, it makes me want to fuck you, and I wouldn't want to fuck you into unconsciousness." She said, the smile on her lips apparent in her voice. She slid her fingers down my arms and I felt her tugging on the handcuffs, hearing them click, and then the release of resistance around my wrists. "Don't move your arms just yet, your shoulders will ache."
She slipped the blindfold off my eyes, and I squinted, then relaxed my eyes, remembering that the room was softly lit to begin with. I watched Emily, as she stood up, and carefully held my shoulders, pulling me upwards until I was standing. She slipped her hand into mine, and quietly led me to her bedroom. "Have you time to stay a while?" She asked me.
"Yes."
"Good." She replied. "Finish getting undressed, and lie down on your stomach."
I did as she requested, until I stood naked, and Emily watched me as I slid onto the bed, facing downwards.
"Close your eyes, beautiful." She said, as I heard the rustle of fabric. I knew Emily was naked the second she climbed onto the bed with me, feeling the warmth of her body as she straddled the backs of my thighs. I heard the cap on something be opened, and then felt something warm and wet drip onto my back, finding passage to slip down my spine. I then felt Emily's hands gliding up my spine, to my shoulders, where she began to massage my sore muscles. She worked her way over my skin, and I gave out many appreciative noises, as well as the occasional one of discomfort when some difficult spots were prodded.
Oh, it was so blissful, I'm not sure I have the words to describe it.
The next thing I felt were Emily's fingers stroking through my fringe. I opened my eyes to find her brown ones staring at me, with a curious, yet amused expression. "Are you alright? You drifted off to sleep."
"Yeah, I'm alri- Shit!" I said, a little weary. "I'm not supposed to-"
Emily smiled and chuckled softly, shaking her head. "It's alright. Playtime is over, beautiful. This is just...downtime."
"Downtime?"
Emily nodded. "It's important, for both of us. Some call it aftercare... I prefer downtime. Aftercare I've always associated with an injury."
I smiled and giggled. "I guess you have a point. So...tell me about downtime."
"It's time we spend together after we play... We talk about what happened, how it felt...any other thoughts you might have." Emily explained.
"Like a debrief?"
"Mmm...sort of. Every time we play... It can be very intense sometimes. Limits can be pushed... It can be demanding, both emotionally and psychologically."
"Exhausting?"
"Mmhmm. Is that how it feels right now?" Emily asked.
I hesitated a moment. Emily nodded, urging me to speak. "That...and achey." I admitted. "But that was why you gave me a massage, wasn't it?"
"Yes." Emily said, a soft smile crossing her lips. "Don't believe the misconceptions you read, Naomi. I'm not sadistic in any way. What we do is consensual, we agree on it equally, and I can give you pleasure as well as comfort when it's required." She spoke softly as she told me this, her fingertips still stroking through my fringe. "I absolutely will not make you do anything you aren't comfortable with, you have my promise on that."
I closed my eyes and sighed, deeply. "Emily?"
"Yes?"
"Would you...hold me?"
Emily shifted closer to me, and I rolled onto my side. "Of course, beautiful." She said softly, pulling me into her arms as I curled up. She kissed the top of my head. "As long as you need me to." She whispered, softly.
I nestled my head into her shoulder, just breathing and feeling her fingertips stroke my shoulders gently. I closed my eyes, simply enjoying the peace of the moment. When I opened my eyes again, I felt myself panic slightly. "Shit...what's the time?" I asked.
Emily moved slightly to look at the clock. "Ten after midnight." She replied.
"Christ." I muttered. "I should get going. I have to work tomorrow."
"As do I, beautiful."
"I don't want to go." I said, half laughing. "I feel...too good to move."
"That's normal."
"Yeah?"
Emily nodded. "Completely, I feel the same."
"But...I mean...how does that work?" I asked. I didn't even touch her, and that was still satisfying?
Emily smirked. "It's a different kind of pleasure, Naomi. I'll explain it another time."
"Oh."
"Well, it's a long explanation. I wouldn't want to keep you up all night." She replied. "But, if you will... a shower and nightcap before you go? Seeing as it's late, I'll call you a taxi."
"No need, I don't live far." I said.
"I insist. I'll know you're safe that way." She said, and I didn't argue the point. Best not to, I thought.
Emily and I got out of bed, and she showed me into the bathroom, where I took a shower to freshen up. I got dressed, sans my knickers, that Emily still had. When I emerged from the bathroom, my hair was towelled damp, and from the outside, I looked like I was off to work for another day of humdrum. I walked into the sitting room, where Emily was seated on the sofa, her legs tucked under her, two glasses of what looked like vodka on the coffee table. I walked to the sofa and sat beside her, taking one of the glasses in my hands, the ice having chilled it slightly.
"Refreshed?" Emily asked, her voice soft. It amazed me how Emily could seem so... Placid, or maybe passive at times, but that was eclipsed by her dominance, at least in the way she was with me. I had no idea how she handled people in her job, but I'm assuming it was also with authority, given her position as an executive.
"Yes." I replied, before I lost track of the conversation, even though it had only begun. "Much more so, thank you." I said, sipping from my glass.
Emily nodded. "Are you busy this weekend?"
"Uh..." I thought for a moment. The only thing I had on was lunch with mum on Saturday afternoon, but other than that... "I have a lunch on Saturday, otherwise, no."
Emily sipped from her own drink and swallowed the cool liquid. "I'd like to see you again this weekend. Say, Saturday evening?"
I looked at her, all hopeful brown eyes, with just a twinkle of lust behind them.
I found myself nodding before my lips could agree. She smiled, and then leaned over and kissed me softly. She broke apart, briefly, like she was going to say something, and then simply placed another soft kiss against my lips. She moved apart from me, and finished her glass of vodka, and after a few moments, I did the same.
"I'll call you that taxi." Emily said, getting up off the sofa and going to presumably find her mobile.
Shortly after the taxi beeped outside, and the two of us stood at the door. I started down at her, making a mental note not on it's my bottom lip. "I...enjoyed tonight." I said, my voice shy. I could feel myself blushing, but for once, I didn't even care.
Emily stood on her tiptoes, and kissed me. "I know." She said, simply. "Goodnight, beautiful." She added, and I walked out to the taxi, hearing the door close softly behind me.
A/N#2: *ahem*
Feel free to take a cold shower after that, if required.
*devilish grin*
More soon... not sure when, but will try to battle through my head at the moment and write some more.
Reviews welcome...as always.
Until next time...
~GN~ xo