A/N: OH HAI!
Not keeping you waiting quite as long this time. And all I can say about the many reviews I got to my last chapter is this: You dirty little bitches! LOL! And I mean that in the nicest possible way, I swear. Seriously, though...thanks for not running for the hills...lol
Anyway... Moving on from that dark little corner to another idea I had. This chapter is probably about 5-10% plot and the rest of it is Dominant Emily, in all her epic glory. Couldn't help it, I'm a deprived/depraved gnome. Cigarette Warnings™ for all, then.
On with the show, then...
Disclaimer: I do not own skins. In the light of most of what I write, that's probably a good thing. Any and all typos...blame someone else?
(Naomi POV)
(A week later)
Today was a uni class day, so, as it happened, I had some time to myself. I was standing in a jewellery store, feeling a little out of place.
"Can I help you, at all?" The salesman asked.
"Erm...yes, actually. I'm looking for something for my girlfriend for her birthday..."
"Ah, I see." He smiled. "What did you have in mind?"
"Er... Well, I don't really know..." I muttered.
The salesman looked at me knowingly. "Ok... Let's start simple. What's her name?"
"Uh...Emily." I said, feeling my heart swell at the meter mention of her name.
"Lovely name."
"Lovely woman." I countered, feeling my entire being light up.
"Ok... Is she a simple, or elaborate sort?"
"Oh, simple, I should think." I replied. It was true that Emily could be elaborate in some ways, but mostly... It was simplicity that drove her, at least in her interactions with me.
"Right...well, how about something as simple as her initial on a chain?"
"Hmm...that sounds...actually...perfect." I said. "What have you got?"
The salesman led me over to a counter. "Well, we have a range of styles available, good, silver, or platinum. With, or without jewels, if you wish. We can even do you an inscription on the reverse side."
"Jewels?"
"Yes... Like this..." He said, bringing out a stand that held some pendants that had tiny jewels inlaid into some engraved lettering. Blue, green, red... It appeared the choice was endless. Clearly the salesman could see I was perplexed by the choice. "Shall I give you a few minutes to decide?"
"Erm...yeah..." I said, my curiosity intensified by the choices in front of me. About ten minutes later, I had come to a decision.
Later that night, I was a little nervous... fussing around in the kitchen, preparing a simple meal for the both of us. Emily was due home shortly, and I was grilling some chicken for an easy salad. It was just after six when I heard the key in the lock, and a big grin crept across my face, and my insides fluttered at the impending proximity of the woman I loved.
"Something smells good..." Said the husky voice that entered the kitchen. "And I don't just mean you...although you look good enough to eat, too." She smirked, as she wrapped her arms around my body and kissed me slowly.
"Hey, Ems." I replied, linking my fingers behind her neck and leaning my forehead against yours.
"Do you need a hand at all?" She asked.
"Don't be ridiculous...you sit down, I'm almost done." I said.
"Sure?"
"Yes! Go on... I've just got to serve up." I laughed, as she kissed my neck softly.
"Alright, then..."
I placed the chicken tenderloins onto the bread board, and sliced them up, tossing them into the salad bowl that also had some spinach, tomato chunks and feta cheese, and tossed over a dressing I had made which had olive oil and lime juice, gave it a quick toss, and took it, along with a bottle of wine to the table, which it had already set with plates, cutlery and two wine glasses. Emily watched me curiously, as I lit the two candles, went to the light switch and turned off the overhead light. I sat down and gestured to her to serve herself as I opened the bottle of wine and poured us a glass each. Emily picked up the salad tongs and heaped a pile of salad onto her plate, then left them in the bowl for me once she was done.
"To what do I owe the pleasure?" She asked.
I shrugged. "I got home early, and just wanted to do something simple and nice for dinner. Too much?" I asked.
"No, not at all... It's very sweet of you. Thank you." She said, with a smile as she picked up her fork and tucked into her meal.
We chatted as we ate, with odd little snippets of conversation, Emily asking about my day, and me about hers. By the time we had finished, it was an hour later, and there was nearly no wine left.
"That was delicious, beautiful." Emily said.
"Thank you, I'm glad you enjoyed it." I said.
Our eyes met over the table, and she reached for my hand and squeezed it gently. "Are you ok? You seem nervous..."
I shook my head. "I'm good, I promise."
Emily raised my hand and kissed it softly. "I'll rinse the dishes, yeah?" She said. "It's the least I can do after you prepared such a gorgeous meal."
I nodded, and let her clear up the dishes.
Later, I was in the bathroom, washing my face, and Emily came up behind me, wrapping her arms around my waist.
"Oh, I can't bear being apart from you for a single second!" She said, gripping me tightly around the waist, as I dried my hands.
I turned around and pulled Emily into my arms, holding her tight, kissing the top of her head. "You ok, baby?" I asked.
"Yes, I just... I can't explain it. I just feel like I need you around. I really missed you at work today..."
I ran my fingers down her cheek. "I know. But, you know I'm studying so I can be a better lawyer, yeah?"
"I know... I just..." Emily started to say. I stopped her by kissing her slowly, feeling her lips merge with mine, her forehead resting against mine as she settled. "Jesus, baby..." I kissed her again, I couldn't help it, her lips merged with mine once more, her tongue slipping in to move against mine. Finally, our lips parted, and her head nestled against my neck, kissing my skin softly. "I love you...so much, beautiful." She said, as I cradled the back of her head in my hand, her arms wrapped around my waist.
"I know, Ems. I love you, too..." I whispered, my words vibrating against her gorgeous red hair. I held her closely to me, and kissed the top of her head. Now...now was the right time. "Come on..." I said, taking her hand in mine and leading her back to our bedroom. I led her to the bed and made her sit down. "Close your eyes?" I asked, and while she looked at me curiously, her eyes fell shut almost immediately. "I'll be right back...no peeking." I said.
"Ok..." Emily said, her tone slightly suspicious. I went to my satchel, which was in the sitting room, and opened it, pulling out the deep blue jewellery box I had got from the jeweller's. I went back to our room, and stood in the doorway for a moment, watching Emily with her eyes closed. She was totally beautiful in that brief moment, and I knew then that I was about to make her night. I walked into the room, and knelt in front of my gorgeous girlfriend, and quietly opened the box. "Ok... You can open your eyes now."
I watched Emily as she opened her eyes, surprised first, at not seeing a thing in her direct field of vision, but then her eyes cast down, and then they went totally wide. "Oh...my..." Her whispered voice caught as her view cast itself over the necklace I had bought for her, and she bit her bottom lip. "Naomi..."
I placed the box in her hands, and began to remove the necklace from it. "I know we haven't talked much about it, but... I wanted to get you something nice for your birthday... I know it's not until Sunday, but..." I opened the clasp and placed the necklace around her neck, the silver disc settling right beneath her throat, the red rubies glistening in the soft light of our bedroom. "This is just a little something...from me to you..." The disc with the "E" hung beautifully around her neck, and she looked down and took it up in her fingers, her thumb tracing over the jewels.
"God, Naomi... It's beautiful..."
"As is the woman who wears it..." I said.
She turned over the disc in her fingers, and read the inscription. "You have my heart." A blush covered her cheeks, and I could have sworn I saw tears in her eyes. "Oh, Naomi... Beautiful..." She reached for me and pulled me to her, kissing me so tenderly. She then wrapped her arms around my neck and held me close to her, sniffling.
"You like it, then?" I asked, timidly.
She pulled away from me and broke into a broad smile. "No, I LOVE it. It's the most beautiful thing anyone has ever given me..."
It was my turn to blush, now. "It was the most precious thing I could give you...other than..." I trailed off.
"Yes?" Emily asked. After a few moments of silence.
"Other than myself..." I said. "You've woken me up to who I am." I added. "You showed me what my life lacked... In a way, you've set me free. You've enabled me to be who I always was, I just didn't see it. You've made me a stronger person, a better person."
I watched, as a single teardrop fell from Emily's eyelid. "Oh, beautiful..." She said, her voice wavering slightly. She reached for me and held me close to her, kissing me deeply and passionately. Her lips parted from mine, and her fingers tangled themselves into the ends of my hair. "God, I love you...so much."
My head leaned against her own. "I love you, too." I said, softly. My voice fell to a whisper. "I am completely...totally yours." My lips brushed against hers, and I swear I felt her shiver.
"Really?"
I nodded. "Yes."
Her eyebrow quirked slightly, and the barest hint of a smile crossed her lips. She pushed me back slightly and stood up. "Take my place, beautiful." She said, and I couldn't get in her place quick enough, sitting on the end of the bed. She moved to where I couldn't see her, and before I could ask what she was doing, she moved my hands behind my back, and I felt something soft winding its way around my wrists. I felt my stomach flutter as it tightened, and she came to stand in front of me, her fingertips lifting my chin so she could look into my eyes. She regarded me with a smile that held many things. Amusement...desire...love. But the lustful smirk came with the again subtle raising of her eyebrow, and her eyes didn't leave mine as she began to undress...first her shirt, opening each button slowly, letting me watch her. I felt my heartbeat grow faster as my eyes followed her fingers, and the throb low in my stomach as her fingers peeled the fabric off her shoulders, leaving her in her short skirt, and the black bra that enclosed her firm breasts.
"I know you like what you see, beautiful..." She said, softly. "Your eyes are telling me quite easily..." I swallowed, as I knew she was one hundred percent right. "Look...you know you want to..."
And so I did... I let my eyes roam over her shoulders, her slender collarbones, following the line of the chain I'd placed around her neck just moments ago, to the pendant that now lay comfortable in the middle of her chest. My eyes followed the delicate lace of her bra, contrasting with her pale skin, my mouth going dry, and then watering at the very thought of tracing over those delicious nipples of hers with my tongue, caressing them with hungry lips. Then, she came closer, and surprised me by sitting in my lap, one thigh either side of my own as she straddled me, her fingers linked behind my neck. I tried to lean closer for a kiss, but she stopped me, by entwining her fingers into the hair at the back of my neck. "Ah-ah..." She murmured. "Look...but don't touch..." She said, the look she gave me telling me that I was now dealing with Devious Emily.
Once more, I let my eyes roam over her nearly naked torso, taking a gratuitous peek into her cleavage, feeling my breath become shallow. "You're teasing me..." I whispered, hoarsely.
"Oh yes..." She replied, her tone as devious as her expression, as she pulled my head back and began to slowly kiss along my neck, pausing to suck right above my pulse, making me groan and shiver. The sensation became stronger, and I knew she was going to mark me, but I didn't care... Emily could and would do anything to me, and I knew that I would willingly let her.
"Please...kiss me." I whispered, breathlessly, as the sensation of her lips travelled towards my navel and further down.
She pulled back and watched me with amusement in her hooded eyes. She pressed her lips against mine and kissed me with a passion that left me completely delirious. Her tongue slid across my bottom lip, and I allowed her the access, deepening the kiss instantly. My wrists strained against what held them together, and I moaned as we kissed, feeling the swell of her nearly naked breasts press up against me. When our lips parted, I was more breathless still, and I couldn't help myself as my lips traced down her throat, to her appreciative murmurs. A soft whimper, and my head was pulled back once more, her eyes meeting mine. "Cheeky." She said.
I shook my head. "Desperate to kiss the woman I love." I replied.
"Oh?" She smirked, reaching behind her and unclipping her bra, slowly revealing them to my devouring gaze. "Desperate to kiss my breasts?" She asked, slyly, as her hands cupped and held them. I nodded. "Your soft lips not missing a single inch?" Again, I nodded. "Your warm...wet...busy tongue curling around my nipples one by one?" She asked, as her fingers gripped and squeezed them. "Or...other places?"
"God, yesss..." I hissed, feeling a shock of arousal course through my blood and settle between my legs. This was delicious torture, and she knew I loved it.
Her hand reached my waist and began to unbutton my jeans one by one, and her eyes watched me with lustful curiosity as her hand slipped inside, delving beneath my knickers, a crooked smile playing out on her lips when her curious fingers met the wetness that had collected between my folds. "Turned on?" She smirked.
I swallowed hard. "F-fucking horny as hell w-would be a better description..." I muttered, as her fingers met my swelling clit, brushing it lightly. I closed my eyes, groaning softly and simply enjoying the feel of her touching me as my breath began to catch.
"Tell me what you want to do, beautiful..." Her voice was low and husky in my ears as she began to stroke me.
"I want to...taste you...unh...your skin...your lips...neck...nipples...oh fuck..." My own words were distracted by the movement of her fingers against my clit. I swallowed harder, my breath now very shallow. "I want to lick across your stomach and...Jesus Christ..." I paused for a moment, breathing hard as Emily's fingers pressed harder and the arousal welled within me.
"Go on, beautiful..."
"Uh...I want to lick lower...fuck...between your legs...mmmm..." A moan slipped out as her fingers slid down and began to push inside me, her heel of her hand pushing against my clit. "Fuck yes...mmmm... I...uh...want to tease your clit with my tongue...taste now wet you are...I...ohgod...mmmm..." I continued, becoming more incoherent as her fingers began a rhythm inside me, combining with the pressure on my clit. "Fuck...please, baby..." I groaned.
"Open your eyes and look at me..." She said, her own voice sounding strained. I opened my eyes to meet hers, and saw just how much darker they had become. She bit her bottom lip, and I felt the reaction that little gesture had burn through my body like an electrical shock. Her eyes flicked down between us, and mine followed, to see her other hand in her knickers, her skirt pushed up over her hips as she stroked herself as she was doing to me.
"Oh fuck..." I murmured, right before her lips crashed against mine and she kissed me with such a hungry, filthy ferocity it pushed the arousal within me to boiling point. She rocked in my lap, and we both moaned into the kiss, her fingers curving inside me quickly, sending shuddering spasms outwards into the rest of my body. Her forehead rested against mine and she whimpered as she panted hard above me. "Ems...gonna..."
"I know...me too, beautiful..."
The rest of our words were lost to gasps and cries of passion as she stiffened above me and I ground my hips up against her as we came hard against each other. Emily's head collapsed into my shoulder, and she was breathing hard against my neck, as I rubbed my head against her as best as I could, trying to hold her in some way. Eventually, I felt fingers untying my wrists, and as they became loose, I immediately wrapped my arms around her still slightly quivering body, holding her tightly to me. I trailed soft kisses along her shoulders and pulled her to lie down with me, threading my fingers through her hair as she closed her eyes. When they opened again, she smiled. The smile I knew she gave only to me.
"I'm yours forever." I whispered.
"I know." She replied, kissing me softly.
That Sunday morning, Emily awoke before I did, and was already dressed when I finally roused from slumber. She wore a pair of black jeans, and a black shirt with the top two buttons opened, and I caught the glint of the necklace in the light coming from the window as she stood at the end of the bed, watching me.
"Enjoying the view?" I yawned, as I stretched my limbs.
"Always." Was her reply, accompanied by a casual raise of her eyebrow.
I shifted under the duvet. "I was going to make you breakfast in bed."
She gave me a soft smile. "No need. I was up early, Katie called, as she does every birthday. I made coffee, if you want some." She said.
I sat up and shook my hair out, and Emily watched me with attentive eyes. "Ok."
"In fact... I suggest you get out of bed, and take a shower." She added, her voice slipping into that masterful tone that somehow always seemed to make me feel weak, appealing to the submissiveness she made me feel. Not in any bad way... Far from it.
"Yes, Emily." I replied, pulling the duvet off me and getting to my feet. As I walked past her, she stopped me, pulling me close to her and wrapping her arms around my waist. Her touch was gentle, but commanding, and I relaxed into her embrace like I always did. I leaned my head down and she kissed me slowly.
When our lips parted, she spoke once more. "Join me in the sitting room when you are ready."
"Are we going somewhere?" I asked. "What should I wear?"
Emily shook her head. "Sitting room." She said, before walking out of the bedroom.
Confused, slightly, I went into the bathroom and shut the door, and took a nice hot shower. While I did so, I wondered what Emily had in mind, in the end deciding I would just finish my shower, put on my bathrobe and do as she asked. It seemed like a better choice than worrying about what I should wear.
When I entered the sitting room, she was sitting on the sofa, with one leg tucked under her, coffee cup in hand, while watching television with the sound turned down. She looked over at me as I approached the sofa, and just before I was about to sit, she stopped me with a single word. "No." I remained standing, watching her with curiosity. "Push the coffee table back." She added, as she finished her coffee, turned off the television and stood up. "Then, stand and wait for me to come back."
Puzzled, I pushed the table backwards, and stood as Emily asked me to, and a few moments later, she was back on the sofa, her arms spread out over the back of it, as if to relax herself. She closed her eyes briefly, exhaled a slow breath, and then opened them once more and looked right at me. It was a look that made me shiver, right to my core, and they were very hungry eyes staring into me. I attempted to be casual. "So, what did you want for breakfast?" I asked.
"You, beautiful." Was her husky reply, and it sent yet another shiver into me. She beckoned me closer, and I stepped toward her, catching the quick flick of her tongue as it slid across her lips. "I'm going to open you..." She said, her voice low as she pulled on the belt of the bathrobe, and it unfastened easily. "Slowly tear off your wrapping..." She reached up and slipped the robe from my shoulders, and I felt every inch of it slide down my skin until it pooled at my feet. Emily leaned forwards until her lips met my stomach, and she inhaled deeply. "Breathe in your deliciousness..." Her hands slid over my hips and gripped my arse firmly, and she looked up at me, her eyes brimming with lust. "And now, beautiful... now, I'm going to devour you."
Her mouth met my centre, and I gasped. Where I thought she was just going to dive in and go for it, which I honestly would not have minded, she began to probe slowly with her tongue. The warm, wet tip of it traced carefully along my sensitive flesh, and I felt every teasing inch of its movement, stroking, flicking... Then, the inevitable soft grip of her lips around my clit as she began to slowly suck at it. I groaned as my body tensed at the pleasurable sensation. A few more minutes of deliciously slow teasing, and she pulled away, my head tilting downwards to see her looking up at me with a devious smirk. "You taste...so good..." She said, her voice low and throaty, before she licked her lips and then left soft kisses across my stomach. The touch of her damp lips against my skin made me shiver again, and Emily wrapped her arms around my thighs to hold me steady. Her nose rested just under my navel, and I felt the familiar feeling of nervous butterflies in my stomach as she inhaled deeply, drinking in the scent of my clean skin. My hands rested on her shoulders, and she looked up at me, with an expression of complete wonder.
I watched her, as she placed soft, slow kisses up my skin, stopping only to lick and tease at my nipples. When she finally stood, her arms were wrapped around my waist. "Nothing else exists today... Except for you, and me." She said, softly.
"If only it could be like that every day..." I replied.
"I know, beautiful." Her hand reached up to cradle my cheek. Her lips met mine and she kissed me softly. It was a beautiful, tender moment, and it wasn't until her eyes met mine once more that I saw her expression change into something more heated and devious. My thought was confirmed when her hold on me relaxed, and she spoke again. "Kneel." Her low tone sent shivers up my spine. Slowly, I got to my knees. "Rest your palms on your thighs." I did as she asked, feeling the nervous arousal begin to creep its way through me. Emily sat on the sofa, tucking one leg under herself, leaning back into the soft cushions. Her gaze was on me, and I could not only see it...I could feel it.
Yet her expression was completely unreadable. And that, in some strange way, thrilled me completely, sending electricity pulsing through my blood. Her eyes roamed over my naked body, and I could tell she was taking in every naked inch of it, in some ways like a voyeur, but I didn't feel that it was anything as dirty as that. Ok, Emily was, no doubt, thinking some very dirty things, but as her expression was unreadable, I found it hard to tell exactly what those thoughts were. I'm not a mind reader, after all. But I don't deny that the effect her eyes were having on me wasn't something that was both disarming and arousing.
I was about to say something, when a raised hand from Emily stopped the words dead before they left my lips. She shook her head slowly, and then spoke softly herself. "Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?" She asked. I shook my head. She raised her eyebrow. "Speak."
"N-no."
A smile crossed her lips. "My darling, beautiful girl... You are so beautiful, that if I could paint, I'd paint a portrait of you. As you are, right now."
"Why wouldn't you want to do that?" I asked, nervously.
She eyed me possessively. "Because I can't paint. And to have anyone else see you as you are now would drive me crazy." She said, succinctly.
"Jealousy?" I asked.
"Yes."
"Maybe you need a camera, then." I said, offhand.
"Mmm. I prefer to see you with my own eyes, though." Emily mused. "It's much easier for me to commit you to memory with my own eyes, it makes it more...tangible. More physical, more...real." She said. "But...honestly... I've been committing you to memory since the night we met."
"R-really?"
"Oh, yes." She said. "I think that night... You burned yourself into my soul. All those times since that I've been apart from you, I've felt lost. Alone."
"Emily..."
She held her hand up again. "You make me whole. In a way that completely defies how I can describe it. Words do not put the proper meaning into it. But my touch, my actions do. You bring peace to the storm inside me, and I could not ask for anything more than that." She continued. "You are so much...more...than I ever could have asked for." In a graceful movement, she moved off the sofa, and onto her knees in front of me. Her hand reached up to caress my cheek. "My beautiful Naomi..." She whispered, leaning close and kissing my lips, the lingering movement of her lips telling me even more than her words could.
Her hand slipped down over my skin, and every moment, every downward inch made my heart beat faster. Her eyes locked onto mine, and I registered the subtle raising of her eyebrow as her hand slid its way between my slightly spread thighs and her fingertips began to caress my still wet folds. "Still soaked, then?" She murmured. I nodded, unable to deny it. "Feeling nervous?" I hesitated a moment, and then shook my head. "Mmm...are you certain of that, beautiful?" I shook my head again, and groaned softly as Emily's fingers slowly brushed against my clit. I felt my breathing grow just a little more shallow. "Surely you know that I won't let you come to any harm?" I nodded. "Good." She whispered, sliding two of her fingers further down and slipping them into me in one swift movement.
"Jesus..." I hissed, as I felt her fingers penetrate me. My eyes flicked shut, and I felt myself tremble.
"Open." Emily said, the commanding tone of her voice making me shiver just as much as her fingers that were lodged inside me, moving to massage me slowly. I opened my eyes and met hers. "I want to watch your eyes." Her voice was still low, her fingers lazily moving inside me, not thrusting just...putting pressure on that one spot that always, always turned me into a quivering mess as I would come undone under her attentions. "I want to see that far away look they get." She whispered. Her voice was soft, yet still commanding. It was her voice that I responded to, and it was as controlling to me as the subtle, persistent movement of her fingers as they teased me. "It feels good, doesn't it?" Emily asked.
"Yes." I whispered.
"If I kept it up, you would eventually come, wouldn't you?"
I nodded. "Yeah..." My voice sounded so distant, and I could barely think straight. My mind was clouded with desire for her, as well as the power she commanded over me.
Her devious smirk appeared, as her fingers moved and lingered longer against that spot, driving me closer. Her lips were close to mine, and I felt her breath tickling the sensitive skin around my own lips, and I felt myself tremble further. "Your eyes... You look so far away right now... Are you, beautiful?" The verbal response failed me, my brain unable to make the connection to my voice box to speak, so I nodded. That I could handle. "If I were to tease you like this until you were close, and then stop..." She mused.
"Don't..." I replied, the strained word somehow finding its way past my lips.
Her eyebrow raised, and once again she took on that devious expression. "Oh, beautiful... Now...you know I will." She said, in a low tone.
Her fingers moved persistently inside me, rubbing, probing, stroking... As I gripped and clenched them, her movements became slower, teasing me further, the only sound between us other than my breathing being the slick sound of my own wetness. I couldn't help but close my eyes again, and I felt a jolt as her fingers rubbed harder inside me and they shot open again, and I was gasping loudly. "Emily..." I muttered.
"You, my darling lover, are so wet, it's amazing." She purred.
"Yeah..." My voice was barely above a whisper. The pleasure was growing inside me as her fingers manipulated me. I couldn't take much more of this pleasurable agony.
Emily leaned closer and kissed the bast of my throat, trailing up to my ear. "Don't be mad when I deny you release..." Her hot breath whispered, searing her words into my mind as her fingers pushed me just a little higher, almost to the peak, and then withdrew from me completely, leaving me hanging on the precipice. My jaw was left hanging open, and perhaps because of it, the next thing I registered was the taste of myself on Emily's fingers as they slipped past my open lips. "Suck them." She said, and what more could I do but obey her instruction? Dutifully, I sucked them clean, and when they left my mouth, her lips pressed against mine and she kissed me slowly.
When the kiss ended, and her head was pressed against my own, her arms slipped around my waist, pulling me close to her. "Wha...?" I murmured.
"Shhh..." Her hold in my tightened, and then she slowly got to her feet, holding her hand out to me. I took it, and she helped me to my feet. Without saying another word, she led me to our room, leading me to lie down. "On your back." She said. Again, I obeyed, stretching out onto my back, curious as to what she was going to do with me next. She took each of my wrists in her hands one by one, and slipped the leather cuffs around them, tightening them so that they were snug against my skin. Then, she stretched out next to me, still fully clothed while I was completely naked. Her leg wrapped around mine, and her arm slid across my stomach. I felt hazy, from being teased without proper release, also from the sensation of being restrained, and I found it hard to organise a proper thought, let alone express it. "You're trying to think, aren't you?" Emily said softly. I nodded. "Don't force it... Just relax and it will come."
"Unlike me." I heard myself say.
"Yes."
"Why?" I asked.
I felt a kiss on my shoulder. "It's been a while since I had full control of your pleasure, beautiful." She said, her voice still soft and low. "I'm going to spend some time teasing you. But for now... I just want to lie here with you, and let you recover a little."
"Oh."
"By the time I let you have your release, you are going to feel like you will explode. And I promise you it will be very pleasurable." She said, the deviousness slipping into her voice. "But until then, my beautiful Naomi..." Her voice dropped to a whisper and again her breath was hot against my ear. "...you are at my mercy." A hard shiver ran through my body from head to toe, accompanied by a soft whimper, and Emily squeezed herself against me. She held me as my pulse settled, along with the rise and fall of my chest. "I love you, Naomi... More than I can say. More than I can express with words. So...I use my arms to hold you, my lips to kiss you, my tongue to taste you, and my hands to touch you and tell you what I can't say."
She turned my head towards hers, and placed her lips against mine, kissing me slowly, her tongue rubbing and massaging mine. Then, for a long time, she lay with her head nestled into my shoulder, her fingers trailing softly over my skin. Eventually, she rolled her body on top of mine, and straddled my hips, and I watched as she reached for the blindfold, the arousal within me beginning to build once more as she slipped it across my eyes, securing it behind my head. I felt vulnerable, as well as safe in the knowledge that Emily wouldn't hurt me, which is a strange combination. For such a long time, her hands simply traced over my naked skin, from my neck, down my collarbones, across my shoulders, up my arms, and down my chest. Her fingertips delicately stroked my nipples between them, teasing them until they were rock hard and I was moaning softly.
Without venturing any further down than my navel, she covered my body with her lips, kissing, licking, nuzzling, sucking... And even without being touched in the place that ached so much for Emily's attention, I had turned completely into a trembling, panting mess beneath her. Any words she could have said to me were mostly irrelevant, as she played with my body in a way that made me never want her to stop, even though I ached for the pleasure that for the moment I was denied. It truly was a delicious torture.
I felt her weight shift as she leaned over me, her breath once more close to my ear. "First comes teasing...and then...denial." Her voice was a wicked whisper tickling at my eardrum, and then burning right through me as I felt her body weight lifted off me entirely.
"No..." I heard myself mutter, feeling deep within me that it was the worst idea in the world, and hearing the creak of the leather I was bound with as I strained to reach for her. My skin was on fire for her touch, and I felt helpless as my body arched in any direction, my instinct to try and be nearer to her once more completely aflame. "Emily..." I whined.
"I'm here, beautiful." She said softly, her voice reassuring me as to her presence in the room. "Don't panic."
"But..." I strained harder.
"Just breathe."
My mind was swimming, but her words waded through the water, and I managed to take a series of slow, deep breaths as my heart continued to race. I wanted nothing more than to grab onto her, to hold her, and yet as I was restrained, I had no choice but to wait for her to touch me once more. I settled against the mattress, squirming only when I heard the soft rustling of her movements around the room. Then, I felt a soft whisper of air flowing across my skin, the barest hint of a touch, just lingering enough to drive me completely crazy. My back arched to feel more of it, and I heard Emily's soft chuckle. I finally felt the bed dip once more, she must have been sitting on the edge of it, and I wondered something to myself, until the question pushed itself out of my lips, unhindered. "You want to touch me?"
"Oh, yes." Emily replied. "More than anything."
"But...you w-won't?"
"No." She said. "Not yet."
"W-when?" I asked, the tone of my voice wanting and helpless.
"Mmm..." She said, before another soft chuckle sounded from between her lips. "Once I do, I fear I won't want to stop, beautiful."
I whimpered. "Please?"
"No."
I groaned, as I squirmed once more. "You are really denying me?"
"Yes."
"It's frustrating." I said. I was pouting, and I knew it.
"It's supposed to be." Was her reply. "But, it also heightens your senses...makes you more alert, more...keen for my touch, no?"
"God, yes."
"Good." I sighed, deeply, and then felt myself shiver at her next words. "Spread your legs open for me. I want to see how wet this has made you." Slowly, I moved my ankles apart a little. "No...wider." I moved a little more. "Wider, beautiful." I continued to move them, until she spoke again. "Stop." I stopped, my ankles now further than shoulder width apart, the cool air of the room tickling between my spread thighs. If I didn't know how wet I was before, I knew it now, I could practically feel it soaking from me, and the acute sensation of the air tickling my folds. "Do you feel exposed?" Emily asked, after several minutes of silence.
"Yes." I whispered.
"Hmm? I can't hear you. Speak up, beautiful."
"Yes!" I replied, a slight irritation marking my louder tone.
"Ooh... Getting impatient?" There was humour in her tone. Cheeky little... "Answer me."
"What do you think?" I asked.
"I'd say from the look of the wetness between your folds, and the fact that it's created a wet patch under your gorgeous arse, the fact that I can smell you... that you are extremely horny... Would that be a correct assumption?"
I swallowed hard. "Yes."
"I bet you are wondering as to whether I'm going to have my way with you anytime soon, yes?" She asked, my response coming in the form of a moan accompanying the nod of my head. Another soft chuckle. "Have no doubt in your mind, my beautiful one. I wouldn't dare leave you high and dry. Although...dry isn't entirely correct, is it?" I groaned again and strained at the cuffs that held me in place.
"Are you s-sure you're n-not sadistic?" I questioned.
"Certainly not. A sadist would tie you up, tease you to the edge repeatedly, and then not bring you to a climax." She explained. "I have no intention of denying you release. You are too beautiful when you come, and I am in no way, shape or form that cruel,. My beautiful girl...you have been with me long enough...and should know that by now."
Her words were succinct, maybe even tinged with a little hurt. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-"
"Oh, it's quite alright... I'm not offended." She said, calmly. "You have every right to question my actions, and I'm glad that you do." Her hand rested itself on my ankle, and lightly stroked my skin, as if to reassure me. I groaned softly at her touch, and tried to lean into it as best as I could. "Is it becoming too much for you?" She asked, softly.
I thought for a long moment. It was intense, there was no doubt about that. Frustrating, and it made me ache so much for her. But, at the same time, her control of me was comforting, as well as undeniably exciting. There was, however, something that I had a need for. "P-please...will you just...hold me?" I asked.
"Answer my question first, beautiful. Is this too much?"
"No." I replied. "But I need to feel you t-touch me. Hold me." I added. "Please?" The pleading in my voice almost shocked me, and I felt the anticipation as the weight on the bed shifted, and I then felt the warmth of Emily's body move next to mine, her arm sliding across my naked waist. She settled in close to me, holding me firmly.
I sighed another deep sigh as a soft kiss placed itself on my shoulder. "Better?"
"Safer. Thank you."
"You didn't feel safe?" She asked.
"I always feel safe when I'm with you." I whispered. "But more so when you are wrapped around me."
"Mmm." Her fingers went back to tracing across my skin. "It's hard for me to not touch you, too." She admitted.
"Yeah?"
"Just now I had to stop myself several times. I think it's the most I've not touched you all weekend."
"How long?" I asked.
"Just over an hour."
"That long?"
"Time falls away, doesn't it?" Emily said, her fingertips trailing down my stomach.
"Yeah..." I replied, as her fingers drifted further down my skin, until they settled between my legs. I inhaled sharply as she began to touch and probe my wet folds with her fingertips.
"You've been so good, beautiful...so patient." She murmured, as she caressed my aching clit. "I think you deserve a reward for that..."
I groaned, and my back arched as she slowly stroked me, sending shocks of pleasure through my entire body. My breathing became ragged, and it was almost embarrassing how quick it was, but the insistent, slow and teasing friction of her fingers against my sensitive bundle of nerves sent my body into stiffening spasms as I felt the inescapable pleasure explode through me like black powder ignited by a flame. Pinpricks filled my vision, and I heard a voice cry out in ecstasy, somehow realising that it was my own.
I then felt my body relax completely, and heard the faint sound of the cuffs that held me in place being unbuckled. I was rolled onto my stomach carefully, and a soft whimpering groan passed my lips as soft hands began to knead my shoulders, mixed in with very soft butterfly kisses across them. They were so soft, that I eventually drifted off into a light sleep.
When I finally stirred into consciousness, Emily was lying next to me, stroking my hair and watching me intently.
"Hey." She said, softly.
"Hi." I replied, yawning. "Did I fall asleep?"
"Yeah."
"Sorry."
A smile spread across her lips. "No need to be."
I blinked, and kissed her shoulder. "Are you going to deny me again?" I asked.
"Such an innocent, yet dirty question." She replied. "And the answer to that... Is yes."
I heard a soft clicking sound, and then felt a curious sensation begin within me. My eyes went wide, as I realised what it was. The remote controlled vibrator. "Y-you...?"
Emily's lips slid up my throat meeting my own in a hot, possessive kiss, then trailing across my jaw to my ear. "While you were sleeping, yes." She whispered hotly, her tone dark and devious. "I want you on your knees, my beautiful girl...with your head resting on your arms. Now." Her stern command was accentuated by a firm spank on my arse, and I manoeuvred myself onto my knees as she asked, resting my head on my arms. I shivered and groaned as I heard the soft click of the remote, and felt the change of the vibration inside me, to one that rolled in a pulse...sort of like a wave. The gentle increasing strength of it turned my breath into a shallow trembling rhythm very quickly.
"Do not come." She said, sliding off the bed.
I closed my eyes and whimpered. That would be difficult, given the rolling vibrations within me, rolling right against that sensitive spot every time my hips twitched. I concentrated on keeping myself very still, as I heard the subtle sound of the rustle of fabric, opening my eyes to see the black shirt Emily had been wearing on the bed beside me. Then, an unzipping, followed by a further rustling, and then I saw Emily's jeans join her shirt next to me. Her fingertips slid down my spine, and both her hands came to rest on my hips as I felt her join me on the bed, kneeling behind me. "I've been waiting for you to wake up..." She said, as I felt something slide against my clit, making me whimper again. It could only be one thing, and I felt my hips move backwards. It of course turned into a moan as the vibrator inside me nudged the right place, sending another pleasurable shock through me.
Again the soft clicking of the remote, the vibration stronger and continuous this time, as I felt Emily's hips against the backs of my thighs. I felt myself squirm with the tension she was creating within me, my breathing now ragged and peppered with soft moans. Her hips moved back and forth, dragging the head of the strap on slowly against my clit, pushing me closer to the inevitable. For several minutes she teased me like that, drawing it out pleasurably so, making me ache and whimper with prolonged arousal, fucking with my mind as well as my body. Finally, she reached between us and tugged on the loop that retrieved the vibrator from inside me, sliding it up to my stomach, its sticky wetness warm against my skin. "Take it in your hand, and hold it against your clit." Her command was low, husky, so what could I do, other than obey her request?
"Oh...fuck!" I muttered, as the sensation of it against my swollen sensitive clit pushed my arousal higher another notch.
A wicked chuckle came from behind me. "Don't mind if I do..."
Then, I felt myself being filled, deliciously so, with the full length of the strap on. I was so wet that she was able to slide it into me easily, and I heard myself beg in a voice thick with submissive lust for Emily to fuck me. Her hands grabbed at my hips, and with thrust after thrust, some slow and deep, some short and quick, but every single one of them hitting the mark inside me, she did exactly that. The friction of the movement inside me, along with the vibration on my clit pushed me over the edge, and I felt my insides grip the intruder hard as I came. I felt a hand slide up into my hair and grip tightly, pulling my head backwards as lips kissed up my neck, sucking hard at my pulse. Her thrusts were more primal inside me, and I moaned louder, coming harder this time.
"Love you...so...fucking...much!" Emily's groaning breaths were hard against my neck, and I felt her hand cover mine, pressing it and the vibrator right up against my clit as she bit into my shoulder, her deep animal growl joining the scream that left my lungs as we came together, collapsing in a twitching, sweaty heap as we shared a blissful release of carnal pleasure.
Emily disengaged herself from me and I heard the soft click of the remote as the vibrator was switched off, its steady pulse now nowhere near my sensitive body. My eyes were closed and I breathed hard, feeling my heart thumping inside my chest. I felt Emily's body settle against me, her fingers teasing over my damp skin. "Beautiful...are you ok?" She whispered.
"Ungh...I think you killed me with sex..." The exhausted words left my lips, to a soft, yet somehow innocent giggle from my lover. Kisses spread across my shoulders, and I slowly opened my eyes to focus on her features. Her bottom lip was cutely and innocently tucked between her teeth. I groaned softly. "Don't pull that innocent shit with me, Fitch. I can't believe it, especially after you fuck me into oblivion like that..."
Her giggle became a throaty laugh that I joined her in, and I lazily rolled onto my side and we slid easily into each other's embrace. She kissed me passionately, and then leaned her head against mine. "All I've ever wanted, any birthday of mine, was someone to properly love. These last few years, it's been someone to share my life with...my tastes, desires...all of it. And now...I finally have what I've always wanted." She said, her warm brown eyes searching my own. "It's you."
"Oh, Emily..." I mumbled, kissing her again deeply. "Then...happy birthday, baby. I'm glad I could share it with you."
Her eyebrow raised. "Even if I fucked you into oblivion?" She smirked.
"I wasn't complaining." I quipped. "In fact, I rather enjoyed it..."
"Dirty bitch." She laughed.
"Yes..." I sighed. "But I'm your dirty bitch, and I wouldn't have it any other way."
She pulled me closer. "Well... I'd hate to tire you out completely, so... Sleep awhile?"
I nodded. "Yeah...definitely."
A/N#2: *ahem*
Review box is over there, should you wish to comment, along with towels and fresh underwear should they be required. Hahaha... YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE! And that's all I'm saying :-P
Emily's line "If I could paint, I'd paint a portrait of you." I borrowed from the song "If I Could", by 1927. It still remains one of my favourite love songs, after first hearing it in 1988.
More eventually. Sometime soon...or not. Whenever...how's that?
Love and cuddles/snuggles/secret dirty shaggings to you all.
~GN~ xo