Twelve Days of Xmas

Chapter 13 – Tracey

This idea for this story was brought to you by the readers/writers on FB and my besties at JUF. I hope everyone enjoys and attacks their other halves. They'll enjoy the extra Christmas presents.

Reminder: Stephenie Meyers own the characters. I just use them for my sexual pleasure. LOL

~12XXX~

After setting Tracey on her feet, Emmett closed the door to room number one. He knew the routine, the how's and what's were no mystery to him.

Emmett worshipped Tracey's body just as she did his. He assumed that tonight was going to be the same adventure till he turned and saw the room.

Tracey giggled at the look on his face. She walked over towards the bar, looking around the room as she went. She smiled, pleased with her choice.

The room was splattered with one color, but it was an illusion. The color scheme was rich purples of varying shades. The oversized couch and armchairs held large throw pillows that ranged from lilac to plum purples.

The every wall in the room was covered with mirrors, bouncing the few pieces of furniture so it looked fuller than it really was. The large bed set against the one wall was unbelievable. The mirror above was bordered on each corner by the four posts that ran from floor to ceiling.

As Tracey stepped up to the bar, she turned to see Emmett's expression. "Impressed, my Pet?"

"Always, Mistress." His voice felt like silk to her.

She poured a drink into both glasses. "You did put the special bottles in the other rooms?"

"Yes, Mistress." He answered as he moved to the bed.

He knew his place within her world. Outside of the bedroom, he was her best friend, confidant and strength. Within the room, he was her servant, her slave, her toy. She could do anything she wanted to him and never fear any regrets.

She walked the short distance between them, holding out a glass. She could feel the pomegranate colored rug beneath her naked feet.

She handed the glass to Emmett, their hands briefly touching and watched with satisfaction as he brought it to his lips. She surprised him by bringing her drink to her lips, allowing the warm liquid to slide past her lips.

Emmett was shocked and it was written in his eyes. She giggled as she walked to the side of the bed, setting her glass on the small bedside table. She opened the drawer and removed a set of handcuffs.

"Mistress?" Emmett's questioned confused.

"Everyone in this house deserves a Christmas present. I've decided that includes you, my friend." Tracey answered as she snapped the handcuffs on one of her wrists.

Emmett's face showed the understanding as he walked towards her. He looked from her hand to her face, knowing she was serious. She really wanted to please him, she for once was letting him control the next move.

He clipped the handcuff around her other wrist. There was a second set of cuffs that were attached to the chain. Using it he pulled her tight to him.

"Tonight, Pet, I'll make you scream." Emmett whispered as he leaned in biting her lower lip.

"Yes, Master." Tracey answered obediently.

With Emmett's large frame and muscular strength he easily picked her up by the waist and set her down on the bed softly. "On all fours, you nasty girl." His voice was thick with demanded and control.

Tracey did as she was told, presenting herself to him. She waited, the heat within her body rising to a peak already. She watched in the mirror as his face paled and his body heaved at the sight she had given him.

"No, that pussy will wait till I decide I'm ready to fuck it." Emmett hissed.

Tracey heard the crack as the whip snapped across her still clothed ass cheek. The sting was exhilarating and satisfying. She watched in the mirror as the soft rubber whip came down again against her.

"Turn around, you dirty bitch." Emmett commanded as he brought the whip down against her ass again.

Tracey whimpered as she turned herself around. The whip had been something she had always wanted used on her and now she knew why. The pain caused her pussy walls to clamp down on itself. The pressure already building within her. She wished she could take control but the handcuffs were a reminder that was his special night.

Emmett's hand tightened around her hair and pulled her roughly to him. She found herself staring at his rock hard cock, presenting himself to her.

"Do you want this?" Emmett asked as he palmed his cock and slapped her face with it.

Tracey knew the rules of a sub and answered truthfully. "Yes, god, yes please, Master."

Emmett released her hair and patted her head. "Good girl."

Tracey moved so she could run her tongue down his length, wrapping her lips around his balls. She sucked them, pulling on them, allowing them to pop out of her mouth. She nibbled on the skin, enjoying the smell and taste of this delectable man.

"Fuck, bitch, that feels so damn good." Emmett's voice was husky and full of desire.

Tracey could feel her need rising. She wanted please him, indulge in every inch of his body. She licked her way back up, taking his head in her mouth. She ran her tongue around it, sucking it in deeper.

She scraped her teeth down his length, taking his thick cock till it hit the back of her throat. Just when she thought she couldn't take anymore, Emmett jerked his hips forward, shoving himself down her throat. She hummed as her body responded to the excitement that was trembling inside her.

Emmett pumped his cock in and out of her mouth, his hand gripping hard on her head. Tracey sucked and ran her teeth over every bulging vein. His cock twitched in her mouth. She knew he was close. His first time was always early but he had stamina to continue afterwards.

She broke her own rules and brought her hands up to his midsection. She held his hip with one hand and the other handcuffed one wrapped around the length of his cock. She pumped her hand up and down, sucking on his head, till he shot his cum into her mouth.

His cry was hearty and animalistic as he quivered inside her. His cry matched her own as she felt her own pleasure building like a hurricane deep inside her.

Emmett suddenly yanked her back, bringing his eyes level with hers. "So, you like breaking the rules, do you, you little slut?"

"Yes, Master." Tracey's insides twisted up in a knot. She knew her punishment would be thorough. She was thrilled knowing he was always ready and willing to use any means possible to achieve his pleasure.

Emmett pulled her roughly to the top of the bed, handcuffing her to the headboard. He reached down to her dress and shook his head. "Far too many clothes." He stated, hissing, as he clawed at her breasts.

She watched his muscles ripple on his arms as he palmed her breasts roughly. The pain raised goosebumps across her skin as he tore the front of her chest, exposing her hard nipples to the cool air. He growled as he kneeled over her, leaned in and wrapped his lips around them. He bit down hard as he raked his nails down her body, removing the rest of the destroyed dress,

She jumped under his touch. The woman staring down from the ceiling mirror was incredible. Her face was flushed and her body heaving from the thrill. The sound that escaped his lips told her body, she was being disobedient again. His hands moved over her hip settling over her pussy. He shifted and put a knee between her legs, forcing them apart.

She opened them to him. He pushed two fingers deep inside her, grinding them deep into her. She cried out in satisfaction as her pussy walls constricted around him. He pulled his teeth back, releasing her nipple with a snap. The heat rose instantly to the surface, her nipple pulsing.

She watched in the mirror as Emmett moved down her body, licking his lips as he watched her face. He continued to finger fuck her pussy unsympathetically as he snarled. "Now, skank, you will not move. Do you understand?"

Tracey breathed, "Yes, Master."

Emmett's lips wrapped around her clit, sucking it in as he pulled his fingers out. He flicked his tongue and drove her closer to the edge. She fought so hard not to move. His assault on her clit was hungry and without mercy. She watched his body ripple between her legs. Her eyes closed from the pleasure Emmett was giving her body, she bite her lips to stop from screaming.

Suddenly her pussy walls stretched from an unknown force. She opened her eyes, looking up at the mirror on the ceiling, trying desperately to see what he was fucking her pussy with. She felt her body rising out of control off the bed, she tried but she greedily wanted more from him.

Emmett bit down hard on her clit, fucking her harder with the object. "You really try my patience, bitch." His voice was hard and full of need. He pulled back, giving her a clear view of his assault on her pussy. She groaned as she watch the handle of the whip being pushed deep inside her.

It was her undoing. She screamed as her body violently trembled from the force of her climax. Before she was able to come down from her high, Emmett flipped her body over, twisting her hands in the handcuffs. They cut into her wrist as she cried out in pleasure. The pain felt good.

The whip was ripped from her pussy. It suddenly crackled through the air as it grazed her ass again. She looked at the mirror on the wall and saw Emmett's hand land a second later in the same spot, before he dug his nails into her skin.

"What should I do with you, you nasty girl?" Emmett asked through gritted teeth.

"Please, Master, fuck me." Tracey answered, looking at him in the mirror. His reflection was one of sexual awareness. The look in his eyes was hard and needy.

Emmett clutched her hip with one hand, lining his cock up and slamming his body against her. She shrieked as he pounded his cock deep inside her wet pussy.

His free hand ran up her back and grappled her shoulder, pulling her body back. She cried out in ecstasy, watching as his cock drove deep into her, over and over. She used the headboard as leverage as she pushed back, her walls tightening around him. She knew she was about to come but she wanted more, it felt too good.

She could feel the need building inside her, the want to cum and scream his name. His body pushed against hers, fucking her pussy hard. She could feel her body falling violently off the edge.

"Master, please, let me cum." She begged as her body slammed his again and again.

"Cum, bitch, cum all over my cock." He growled as his fingers trailed harshly down her back.

She could feel the heat left behind, welting her back. It was her undoing. She hung her head as her body shook. Her eyes saw nothing but white sparks; her pussy walls clamped down, milking his cock as he throbbed inside her, hitting her walls with his cum.

He continued to push into her as they slowly came down from their high. He pulled her with him as he laid on his side on the bed. "You were a good girl, but I think you need to be taught more lessons on what happens when you misbehave." He whispered in her ear as he wrapped his large arms around her.

~12XXX~

The next morning, Tracey emerged early from her room. She walked down the hallway alone back to the living room. She looked around please with the clean up from last night's party.

Her workers had been dilegent in their clean up. Her living room was perfect normal once again. She sat in her favorite chair in the corner, a cup of hot steaming coffee on the table beside her. She sipped it cautiously as she waited for her guests to emerge from their rooms.

Guess what's up next!

Merry Xmas, everyone