Chapter 10: Rainy Day

Announcements: My last post I caused some confusion by placing this chapter as last, so I took it down since there was one chapter before this one. Not sure If I described that right, in other words, I wanted to put this chapter in its chronological order. I've done little changes, nothing too big, so if you want you may skip this chapter. As always enjoy.

Time seemed to stop as Emma watched fat rain drops patter against the windows. How long has it been since she last took a stroll in the rain? Nothing soothed her more than the smell of rain and wet earth, as her heated skin chilled from the coolness of the tiny droplets. She needed this more than ever now, and yet sadly she couldn't have it, not anymore.

Her sigh interrupted the silence of the room, as she stood from her bed. She so desperately needed a distraction from her lonely tomb. Emma's eyes danced across the limited surfaces in the room her host so graciously threw her in. To say the room had sparse décor was a severe understatement. Her prison held only a bed, dresser, bookshelf, and a small nightstand and everything was kindly bolted to the floor. Wesker didn't find her last escape tactic amusing, and went through great lengths to limit the objects in her room.

She knew Wesker was testing her, by giving her the chance to escape. One doesn't survive hostage situations without knowing their captors well, but she needed to get out of the self-inflicted hell she was forced in. Even though she broke the trust she so painstakingly developed with him, Emma needed to let Leon and Chris know she was alive and somewhat well. Truth be told, she knew she greatly wounded the god that was Albert Wesker, by proving Excella right.

Emma snorted, walking into her tiny bathroom, to finally assess the damage. She leaned over the sink looking closely at the small slab of reflective metal, which acted as her mirror, which was also bolted to the wall. Her once luscious full pink lips now puckered painfully against the gashes, as she looked from bruise to bruise. Wesker could be terrifying when one double crosses him, but more so when he attempted to feel something for said person beforehand. Her jaw varied from brown to black and blue, as did her storm cloud eyes.

There was enough dried blood on her once pristine shirt that it surprised her the lickers didn't come looking for her. Emma carefully washed her sore face, before pulling her long wavy auburn hair into a fishtail braid. Drips of water slid from her face, and pooled into the warm water in her sink, bringing a brilliant thought to mind. A shower could act like rain, even if the spray is warm.

Emma skipped to her dresser, pulling out the navy-blue button up shirt Wesker lent her as his first act of kindness. A small smile kissed her lips, she could smell his deep musk still on the fabric. Since no one visited her anymore, she didn't bother grabbing anything other than the oversized shirt and blue lace panties. Her clothes quickly came off and pooled to the floor, as she waited for the water to warm up. The steam prickled her skin, as she eased her tender body into the hot spray. Every muscle ached under the water, but she ignored the pain and tried her best to fully relax. Her beating wasn't long, though nothing really lasts long with Wesker, but it did the job.

"You can borrow my shirt, until Alexia can bring you more appropriate clothing." Wesker's voice pierced the awkward silence.

Emma never imagined he would walk into the steam filled bathroom, while she dried off. She had to admit, she wondered what she would wear, since he insisted on her showering before dinner. The first dinner and shower, mind you, that she had since he kidnapped her two weeks ago.

"Th-thank you," she stuttered, taking the oversized cloth from him. "But I can re-wear my other clothes."

"I took the liberty of burning them, actually I think you should keep the shirt." he chuckled. "The only thanks I need, is sending Leon and Chris a picture of you tied up and in that."

The memory came back so clearly, as if it happened yesterday. Wesker never did take pictures of her in his shirt, which led her to believe he had a form of humor. Emma knew the others gave up on looking for her. She had been gone for six months now, going on seven, and Wesker constantly kept her hidden. Moments passed, before she finally was able to tear herself from the rain simulation she needed. Her spirits were up, for now.

She quickly dressed, allowing her hair to leave a large wet spot on her shirt. The last couple of buttons remained open, revealing her mid-thigh as she walked out of the bathroom. That must have been a good hour of distraction. She thought, glancing once again at the clock. No luck, she kept busy for fifteen minutes. Hearing the door slid shut alerted her to an unexpected visitor.

"Jesus Wesker, you scared the living day lights out of me."

Emma muttered, as her hands fluttered to her chest trying to calm her heart. His physique instantly showed he wasn't there for pleasure. Emma back pedaled, trying to salvage the situation. Instead of allowing him to glower at her, from behind his sunglasses, she walked over to her bed and planted herself in the same spot as before. She didn't look at him afterwards, instead she glanced back out into the rain storm.

"Do you know where we are?" He questioned, leaning against the dresser.

"Somewhere in South America, from the looks of it we are around the Amazon." She sighed, darting a weary glance to him.

"Always the observant one." He smirked.

"Why are you here Wesker? I thought solitude was my punishment for betraying your trust?"

"We need to know exactly what you said in your communiqué."

His smirk was now gone, leaving only an angry mask.

"I told them I was alive and well. That's all I had time to say." She rolled here grey eyes.

The likelihood of him hitting her seemed to drift away, which allowed her body to relax against the padded bed post. Emma's eyes drifted closed, but her senses remained sharp and honed onto Wesker.

"Why is it that I don't believe you?" he whispered.

His body pressed Emma against her bed, suddenly appearing. Shit. He pinned her arms onto the headboard, which now loomed over her, with his legs straddling her waist. His button up shifted, now revealing the bottom of her panties to the world. Panic kept her eyes closed, but excitement begged her to open them.

Sometime during the long months of her captivity, Emma fell in love with her captor. There was a name for this, but for now, she couldn't remember what it was. Her training should have kept this from happening, but it didn't help that she had a crush on him from his years in S.T.A.R.S. back when he worked closely with her parents.

"Maybe it has something to do with the fact I managed to knock you out with my oak bookshelf, and went around your security. Before sending a transmission to your enemies, while you were in la la land."

Emma smiled, when she steadied herself. Her eyes locked onto the dark orbs of his sunglasses, as she taunted. He wasn't going to hit her, not today, not unless she seriously miss read his signals. Emma could read him like a book, as he could do with her. Wesker knew she was going to taunt him, even before he left his room, to speak to her. His signature smirk appeared again, he saw something in her eyes, something she didn't mean to show and something he didn't expect. Wanting, boarding on needing, him.

"You are sneakier than I took you for." His voice thickened into a deep growl. "I will not underestimate you again, my dear."

His tongue slid from the shell to the lobe of her ear, forcing a quiet moan from her. She prayed he hadn't heard it, but the dark chuckle that rumbled in his chest proved he did. Wesker pressed his body harder against her, as his tongue traveled further down onto her neck.

"Let go of me." She demanded squirming from under his grip. "I demand, you let me go!"

"You don't understand," His voice darkened with anger, as he used his free hand to pull her hair painfully back, revealing the length of her long neck to him and arching her back painfully. "I am in charge, you aren't. We are no longer in the same orbit as each other. What we were like before," As his voice gained in pitch his fist pulled harder, "Is over with. I am your master, and you are my pet. Do you understand that?"

Emma groaned painfully with every tug from his hand. Her eyes shutting tightly, trying not show him the pain she was going through. Demanding wasn't a good idea, Wesker could take a tiny bit of taunting, but when he felt out of control, things shattered. Damage control was now necessary.

"Emma dear, I asked you a question." He growled dangerously.

"Yes," her voice wavered "I understand, Master Wesker."

A grunt of approval left him, as his hand loosened its death grip on her hair. Her body relaxed while his hands allowed her to lay almost normally. Wesker still straddled her waist, but now he sat there staring at her shaken form. She could see her reflection in his sunglasses, her sun kissed skin paled under his anger. Emma's eyes instantly fluttered to the window again, trying to blink away the tears that threatened to spill out. She was willing to play subordinate, pet even, but there was no way in hell she was going to cry in front of the bastard. He wasn't going to get the satisfaction.

His hand caressed her cheek, tenderness once again in his touch. She internally cursed, as a tear slid down the apple of her cheek, and onto his fingers. His thumb wiped away the series of tears, leaving a streak of wetness across her face. What was he going to do now, knowing he brought back her worst fear?

Wesker didn't say anything as he leaned down and kissed the trail her tears left. His feather like kisses continued their path, until he reached her lips. He paused, knowing he had longed for this for a long while and not wanting to ruin his satisfaction with mortal eagerness.

Emma closed her eyes, trying desperately to regain control of her nerves. Anyone with eyes could see she was terrified of him, and now was the time to ease her comfort back. Wesker took off his sunglasses and placed them neatly onto her side table. Returning to her lips, he leaned down barely touching his soft lips onto her slightly damaged ones. She had her fun, and it was now his turn to taunt her needs. Wesker pulled back, sending her a slightly playful glance.

He sighed, frustrated with himself for scaring her so much. He again touched his lips to hers, this time being more forceful but still tender. Her body responded, her lips danced with his as they came together, parted, and came together again. Small moans bubbled through her when his hand started the long journey from her sides down.

Emma is just as wanting as himself, Wesker knew that, the problems was bringing her from her protective shell. His hands stopped at the silken edges of her lacy panties, as he slowed the fast pace kiss to an agonizing slow speed. The trick is to make the wanting, for her, unbearable. She may not be blood related to Chris, but she still grew up in close proximity to his stubborn self, and she too held his strong-minded trait. Wesker snorted at the sudden though of Mr. Redfield, there was no reason to ruin the moment.

Wesker's fingers danced across his darling's sensitive thighs, moving farther from her core and slowly back. Every inch of skin Wesker touched heated and radiated like a wild fire prickling her skin with pleasure. She could fight off her sexual need easily, her fear still very present, but what she needed was air. Emma pulled away, gasping for the oxygen her lungs burned for. Wesker chuckled breathlessly, as her chest heaved against his, before dipping back down when she exhaled.

He noted the length of time she held her own, before leaning back down to her lips. She tasted like the honey her voice sounded like, intoxicating him easily. His fingers moved her shirt up, before looping them into the sheer fabric covering his goal. In one swift movement, his fingers tore the thin fabric from her body, and threw it across the room. There would be no need to clutter his work space with the now useless fabric. Emma groaned in protest, before pushing his chest away from her. He didn't budge, instead his fingers drew a pattern down the V of her hips and to her cavern.

"Wesker," Emma protested.

Her voice muffled through his kiss, giving him the perfect moment to explore her further. Ignoring her protests, Wesker plunged a skilled finger into her and instantly started his exploration of pleasure. She was much tighter than he thought she would be, further proving his theory of her virginity. Another growl erupted from Wesker, but this one was different, this one was possessive. He circled his finger, curling it, and moving it out before pushing it in much deeper.

Emma's hips bucked forward, before his free hand pushed her back down and pinning her there. This is his time, his exploration, and she wasn't going to ruin it with her impatience. Once her folds seemed to accept his finger with little resistance, he pushed another digit to join in the fun. Her wince was met with his familiar smirk. He pulled away, allowing her to breath normally again.

"Please Wesker," she begged, "stop."

"Be a good pet, and enjoy yourself." He chuckled darkly, as his fingers scissor inside of her. "I swear you won't regret it."

She bit down on her lips, determined to not give into him, even though her body slowly betrayed her. Wesker's magical fingers continued to please her, his thumb dipped inside. Its tip rubbing small circles around her sensitive clitoris. This was her breaking point. Emma's eyes closed as moans bubbled from her lips, and her aching fingers gripped the sheets tightly. Wesker smiled at his victory over his new, and perhaps his favorite, pet.

"Good girl."

Emma's moans continued, as the coils of pleasure tightened somewhere deep inside of her. Wesker sped his rhythm when his two fingers met no resistance at all. His goal to shatter the poor girl was coming too soon. He slowed suddenly, forcing whimpers from Emma. He needed her to last a little longer just to prove his previous point. He was the master and in charge of all things, including her pleasure.

Emma's breathe quickened, as his digits shifted in speed, her inner coils threatening to shatter in a million pieces. Her walls tightened around his fingers, and before he could stop it, her orgasm hit and it hit hard. She jolted forward, nearly screaming Wesker's name, this was not like anything she had ever experienced before. It was so pleasurable, it bordered on pain. Ecstasy was the word; her mind couldn't grasp but so desperately searched for. This was ecstasy.

He continued his blissful torture through several more orgasms, watching her body's responses intently. He watched her face contort into a mask of ecstasy, and the thin sheet of perspiration layered her tanned flesh, just before her body's releasing. When his fingers pulled out fully, Emma groaned in protest. He had waited till she was bordering on another orgasm before deciding to stop. Wesker chuckled lightly, before licking away the wetness on his fingers. If her lips tasted like honey, her precious juices were far sweeter and far more heavenly.

"Now my dear, is the main event."

Wesker's body pulled away from hers, forcing her eyes open again. He now stood in the middle of her room slowly unbuttoning his shirt. Being Wesker, he neatly folded his shirt and placed it onto her desk, before starting on the rest of his clothing. When his entire body was fully exposed, the gravity of the entire situation hit Emma. She indeed was going to lose her virginity to Wesker. His hardened member twitched, as he once again straddled her.

"There's no turning back after," His voice thickened. "If you accept this you are mine and mine alone. There will be no more escape plans or deceptions, you will choose no other over me. You will truly be my pet. Now is your time to choose, you are either with me or against me for all of eternity. Do you understand?"

Emma nodded, fully knowing if she accepted him she would never see Leon, Chris, or any of the others again. Could she truly turn her back on the only family she's known for the past few years? Was she really willing to abandon everything, for a man who terrified her sometimes?

"What's your answer?" Wesker growled getting impatient.

"Yes, I choose you." Her voice weakened.

His all too familiar smirk graced his face, before plunging his aching member into her awaiting body. Shocks of pain echoed through Emma's body as her core stretched and tore around him. Maybe more foreplay was in order, but blind passion frayed Wesker's senses. He powered through, leaving Emma's winces and whimpers unnoticed. His eyes closed to her, finally feeling her walls surrounding him. Months since that first spark reached him, and now he reaped the rewards of his patience.

His hips never hesitating, never slowing, always knew where to hit, forcing the numbing pain into slow pleasure. Emma's whimpers soon rang louder and changed into moans of pleasure. His name left her lips, and caressed his ears, like a beautiful prayer to some unseen entity. His eyes fluttered open, staring at his prize, as she arched her back pressing her clothed breasts to his bare chest.

Wesker stopped in his tracks, how could he have been so careless? His hands gripped her oversized shirt, before pulling it over her head, and tossing it to the floor. Now all of her flawless body lay here exposed to him. His eyes lapped up her toned and bruised body, before he started a much slower rhythm. Everything with Wesker is fast, or at least everything he didn't care about was fast. Slow and steady, that's how he made love. Though was it really love that forced his body this deep into hers?

Emma's eyes fluttered open, meeting his shocking blue ones. Again, she saw that unfamiliar emotion in them, though unlike those long nights she now knew what they meant. Possessive, he's marking her as his, so no other man could come and claim her. Her hips moved to meet his, as her fingers found their way into his hair. He may be the master, but she wouldn't allow him all the power over her pleasure. Her lips ached for his, as she coaxed him closer.

A grunt of approval rumbled from his chest, as their lips met in a sloppy frenzy of kisses. Their need surpassing graceful and entering a forbidden zone of carnal desire. Wesker sat up, breaking the fast pace battle for dominance, and stared down at his pet. He placed her feet against his hips, and pushed farther into her body. White flashes, clouded Emma's eyes as her body contorted oddly in this new position.

"Right there," She gasped, pushing her hips up as his came down. "Please Wesker," She begged meeting his hips again.

Her cries for release fell on deaf ears, Wesker himself quickly nearing his finish. His hands kept her legs right where he needed her, as he continued to plummet deeper into her. When he first planned to take her, he had wanted things to be more in control, but the longer he had to wait, the more he knew it would end like this.

Emma's body tightened around his, as the coil of madness came closer to snapping for both of them. They both knew things were coming to an end. Wesker's movements went from calculated and controlled to frantic and sloppy, while Emma's body convulsed in pleasure. Yes, the ending was coming very soon.

"Be a good girl, and scream my name." He muttered, giving her permission to release.

Her voice raised, as his body continued to hit her pleasure nodes at frantic speeds. Emma was the first to release, his name filled the room loudly. For such a small and quiet girl, her voice could rival the loudest sergeant major. Her walls constricted him painfully, as he too convulsed into her, releasing his hot sperm into her.

They sat there for a moment, slowing their ragged breathing, before either said anything. Wesker was the first to recover. He pulled out of her body, a long string of their fluids connecting them still as he rolled to her side. Emma chuckled, rolling to her side to look out the window. The rain hadn't slowed down, or even shown any signs of stopping yet.

"That wasn't how I imagined this happening." Emma sighed, glancing at the clock.

Half an hour had passed since they started this expedition of pleasure. Wesker grunted, glancing at her back, before getting out of bed. There was much to do, and he shouldn't waste any more time here with her. Emma watched as he cleaned off and dressed. She hadn't expected he would stay with her afterwards, that wasn't Wesker. Granted she didn't expect they would ever admit their sexual desires before.

"Come back anytime," her voice hardened. "It was a good time killer."

"Maybe I will," his voice fluttered playful. "Be a good girl, and you may get your privileges back."

Wesker smiled at her, taking his sunglasses from the nightstand and turning towards the door. With that said, he was gone. Emma sighed, hurt and tired as she faced the window. Could she really stay like this forever? Only time could tell.