A/N: Greetings! I know that I've updated a lot this week, mostly other stories, but I figured I would finish this update I've been writing for the past couple of days to keep you all ...erm...entertained :-P

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(Emily POV)

My mind was in a spin, my heart felt like it was aching, and my body was pressed up against the only other human being whom I felt made my life worth living. I can't begin to describe the terrible feeling I had when she had left my office. It was one of dread, that tugged at both my heart, and my soul. I should have gone after her, it was only my professionalism that kept me from doing so. But, even so, I knew I had fucked up, I'd crossed a line I hadn't before, and it was still eating at me.

"I don't deserve you." I whispered.

"What makes you say that?" Naomi asked.

I sighed against her skin. "You forgave me."

"Because I understand that you weren't angry at me, in the end." She said, calmly. "Don't over think it, Em."

"Oh, I'm trying not to. But if I were you, I'd be angrier." I said. "You were right, I've never snapped at you like that before. I let my anger at the situation overwhelm me and I took it out on you. I shouldn't have."

Naomi turned around to face me, her hand resting on my cheek. "It bothers you?"

I nodded. "I'm still angry. But not at you, not at McClair. I'm angry at myself for not treating you properly." I said. "I want to make it up to you, but..." I trailed off.

"But?"

I closed my eyes. "I don't want my anger to spill out and hurt you...and I fear it will." I said quietly, and opened my eyes again to meet hers. I watched as she pondered my words briefly.

"Y-you m-mean..."

Her stuttering innocence sent a surge through me, and I pulled her lips close to mine and attacked them with several soft, insistent kisses. "Yes." I murmured between them. "I don't want to scare you." I said, my voice a low, husky whisper.

"Y-you d-on't." She stuttered, again.

"You're stuttering." I said. She nodded. I shook my head. "Speak."

"N-nervous, not s-scared." She said. "Y-you never m-make me s-scared."

Her blue eyes stared at me almost innocently. If I hadn't been with her for months, I would have thought it was innocence staring back at me, but no, I knew better. "You know what I want." I said, succinctly. "What I need."

"Yes." Her voice was so quiet. Her body shuffled closer still to mine, so that we were pressed against each other, virtually shoulder to toes.

My fingertips slid up her spine and threaded through her hair, and she gasped as I pulled her head backwards, leaning in and sliding the tip of my tongue down her throat. When I reached the spot right above her pulse, I began to suck, hearing her groan in my ears and feeling it beneath my lips. Her body tensed, and her hand gripped at my hip, mine quickly reaching for it and pinning it above her head as I rolled her onto her back, straddling her. I stared deep into her eyes, watching them widen as her hips squirmed under me. I moved her hand towards the railing and with practised skill, quickly buckled it into the leather cuff and reached for her other wrist, repeating the action. It was so fast, that her immediate reaction was to try and break free, but I had been too quick for her, and her resistance was met with the audible creak of the leather around her wrists. Her breathing quickened as her eyes focused on me, her brow furrowing.

I simply stared at her in silence, until she calmed, her chest heaving at first, and then finally settling into a steady, even rhythm. The time it took was less than a few minutes, but time seemed to be drawn out for the both of us, somehow. "Your eyes are too innocent, beautiful." I whispered, reaching for the blindfold and slipping it over her eyes. She gasped, and shivered under me as I did so, and then I got off her entirely, getting to my feet. I remained silent as I moved to my chair, pulled it out and sat down. "Crazy. That's what you made me feel, and not in a good way." I said, wistfully. "I felt really fucking terrible. I had to compose myself before I came out of my office, and by that time, you'd already left." I ran my fingers through my hair. "Then...I left the office, and came straight here. When I discovered you weren't home, I tried calling. Texting. But you didn't answer me."

"No."

"Why?" My tone sharpened slightly.

She paused before she answered. "I didn't want to blow up at you. I was upset, so I went to Effy's to talk to her." She said. "Actually, no, that's really not the truth. The truth is, I walked around for ages not really thinking straight. I kept hearing the tone of your voice in my head. It just upset me more, and before I knew it, I'd ended up on her doorstep."

"You had me so worried, beautiful." I said, the emotion cracking through my voice. "I already felt like I'd fucked up. No...I knew I'd fucked up. I could tell from the look in your eyes." My eyes were still on her, and I watched as she bit her bottom lip. I found myself growling low. "Don't." I said, feeling the urge growing within me. "You know what that does to me, and I won't be responsible for what happens if you do it again."

"Why?"

I shook my head. "Words!" I said, sternly.

Her body shifted and squirmed. "P-please?"

"You know it makes me want to fuck you. I can't help that. But I'm feeling very mixed up right now, and that isn't helping." I said, my voice coming out strained. "It's like throwing bait to a hungry lion."

"Please..." She repeated. "Please..."

I closed my eyes. "Speak." I half whispered.

"I know you need control." She said.

"Yes."

"And...I-in the office today. You felt like you had none. With the phone call."

I stared at her, watching her brow creasing, even from this distance. I curled up into a ball on the chair. "You're right." I said.

"You have n-no control over what happens with McClair. And then... I left, and you lost c-control of me." She said, and I could hear the waver in her voice. "You fear that, most of all. I'm most p-precious to you, and you thought, for just a moment, that I was going to s-slip away from you."

"Fuck." I whispered.

"That was never going to happen." Naomi said, sincerely. "I love you too fucking much, Emily. I don't want to lose you any more than you want to lose me...remember?" She ended the statement by once again biting her bottom lip. The action made me stretch my legs out and stand up.

"You're doing it again." I said, my voice thick.

"Yes." She said, biting it again.

"You're enticing me to fuck you."

"Yes. Fuck me. Senseless." She said.

"Senseless?" I countered. "How?"

"You know how. I want you to take me. To fuck me so I can't think. I want you to claim me back, so you feel in control again."

I walked over to the oak box and kneeled, opening it and retrieving the strap on. "Are you...sure?"

"You need it. So do I."

"That wasn't what I asked you. Are...you...sure?" I asked, as I strapped it to my hips. I looked up at her, watching as she parted her legs and bent her knees slightly as she bit her bottom lip...again. "I know that actions speak louder than words, beautiful. But I want to hear you say it."

"Yes." She replied. "Please."

Within the next five seconds, I had moved from where I stood, and was perched above her, sliding the tip of my tongue up her chest, and then I sucked right over the red mark on her throat. She inhaled sharply and let out a needy moan, as my hand skimmed down over her stomach and met with the wet heat between her legs. "Mmm...first, I'm going to stroke you." I murmured in a low voice, as my fingers began to rub her clit slowly. Her body arched upwards, her hips moving against my hand, putting pressure on her centre. "Oh..." I whispered, before a low chuckle left my throat and I began to stroke faster, feeling the slickness of her beneath my fingers. For one quick moment, I removed my fingers and sucked on them, letting her hear me taste her. "Sweet...so very sweet." I said, in a low growl as my lips brushed her ear. I bit her earlobe as I swiftly slid my hand back down her body and buried two of my fingers inside her warmth.

"Fuck!" Naomi groaned.

"Don't mind if I do, beautiful..." I said, in a wicked tone. I resumed sucking her neck, feeling her body tense as I began to thrust my fingers inside her, the slick walls of her centre gripping my fingers snugly. A desperate sounding moan left her as I bit into her skin, her wrists straining against the cuffs, body quivering under me. My fingers curved upwards and her hips began to rock against me. "That's it...come for me, my naughty little bitch..." I growled.

"Yesssss!" She cried, her body stiffening once more and shuddering as her climax gripped her.

Another wicked chuckle left my lips. "That's one."

"T-there's more?" She asked, breathlessness in her plaintive tone.

"Mmhmm..." I replied. "That was just a teaser, my beautiful one." I said, as I shuffled down her body. "This is payback for the office." I said, burying my face between her legs and beginning to lick and suck at her clit while my fingers remained buried inside her.

"Christ!" She cried out.

I knew the second time wouldn't take long, given her moans and the thrust of her hips matching the quick thrusting of my fingers. The lust I had for her was growing to a peak within me, and I wanted her wet, ready, and aching for me to take her. I flicked my tongue rapidly against her clit, and just as I thought, as I sucked her swollen bud between my lips, it wasn't much longer before she gave a broken moan and was shuddering under me once more and strong spasms gripped my curving fingers as I watched the expression on her blindfolded face. There was a crooked smile that crossed her lips as she breathed hard, and once again, she bit her bottom lip.

Holy fuck.

I slid my fingers from her, and began to slowly kiss up her stomach, straddling her hips and slipping my sticky fingers between her still parted lips. I watched her as she sucked on them, feeling the soft contact of her tongue as she tasted her pleasure. My other hand grabbed her tit as I bent my head, tugging the nipple with my teeth, feeling her moan around my fingers and squirm under me. I surrounded the nipple with my lips and felt it stiffen between them, pulling my fingers from her mouth and hearing her moan as I pinched her unattended nipple between my still wet fingers.

I positioned myself between her legs, and slid our purple friend between us, letting the shaft of it slip between her folds and rub against her swollen clit. I began to kiss across her shoulders, to the red mark on her neck, beginning to suck it again as I slowly started to rock my hips against hers.

"Oh fuck..." Naomi groaned. "Still teasing?"

"Mmhmm..." I murmured against her skin. My lips parted from her skin and I trailed my nose up her neck and tugged her earlobe with my teeth, drawing another moan from her throat. "You're under me just the way I like you to be... At. My. Mercy." I growled, accentuating my last words by grinding my hips into her harder.

She moaned and shuddered under me. "Yesss..."

She was so beautiful under me. Restrained, yes, but still... It was her submission to me that I found so beautiful. The way her body moved and reacted to my attentions, or lack thereof. She knew I liked to tease her, and it was as though her body revelled in the interaction between us, as she trembled beneath me. "My Naomi..." I whispered.

"Always yours." She said.

She then whimpered softly as I rose off her body, and swiftly rolled her on to her stomach. With the gentlest touch, I slid the tip of my finger down her spine, feeling her shudder as I did so. Then, I raised my hand and spanked her gorgeous arse, once on each side.

"Jesus!" She cried out, her body tensing.

A sly smirk crossed my lips. "You liked that." I grinned.

"Yes!"

I spanked her once more on either side, harder. "You weren't expecting that." I said.

"No!" Came her reply. "More." Her voice grew thicker, and I could hear the intoxicated want beginning to emerge in it. I hesitated. "Please?"

My god...so plaintive when she begs. So...beautiful.

I answered her by spanking her arse several times on either side, increasing in intensity, until a loud cry stopped my hand dead in its tracks."Fuck!"

I ran my hand over her arse to soothe the sting. "I've got you, baby..." I said, softness in my tone.

"Oh, Christ...that's good..." She moaned, her body shuddering under my touch. I let her breathe for a few moments, and then slid my fingers through her folds, that were once again slick, and soaking.

"So wet." I murmured.

"Yesss...for you. Only you." She mumbled.

I straddled her thighs and threaded my fingers through her hair, pulling her head backwards and sunk my teeth into her shoulder as I lined up and thrust the strap on easily into her soaking core. She cried out as her body tensed, and I nipped a trail up her neck to her ear. "Mine!" I growled, as I pulled back and began to thrust into her.

"Yours." She groaned in response, as she pushed back against me as best as she could.

"Don't. You. Ever. Forget. It." My words matched the quickening rhythm of my thrusts into her, each one met with a satisfied whimper from my lover as her body rippled under my own. I reached for her hip and gripped it tightly, my other hand still gripping into her hair and keeping my hold on her as the pace of my body against hers grew with my own simmering arousal. I breathed hard against her neck as I lost myself further, tuned into her rhythm as well as mine, and blocking all else out as the animal act of fucking her consumed me. Another growl left me, mixing with her own loud moan as she once again shuddered under me.

"Please...need to...feel you..." She mumbled incoherently. My hand trailed quickly up her arm to the quick release snap hook and unlatched her wrists from the chain that held them to the railing, pulling the blindfold from her eyes. One of her hands tangled itself in the hair at the base of my neck, the other reached for my hip as we moved in complete sync, my hips moving faster against hers. The pleasure that had been building in my body began to burn low in my stomach, and I lost all further sense of coherency as I began to moan against her skin. I thrust harder into her, the base of the strap on grinding into my clit and feeding the pleasure, akin to throwing gasoline on a bonfire.

"Fuck...I'm gonna...love you...SO...FUCKING...MUCH!" I cried, as something exploded like fireworks behind my eyes and my whole body stiffened and then shook against her own quivering frame as the two of us met pure pleasure head on. The tensing and relaxing of our bodies was fluid, in sync, and so perfect that I didn't even notice myself collapse on top of her body as the energy completely dissipated from me. My muscles burned, I was covered in a thin film of sweat, but damn, I felt so high, in spite of being completely spent, in a physical sense. God knows how I managed to find the strength to detach myself, but the next coherent thing I recognised was my naked body wrapping itself around Naomi's, her wide blue eyes staring into my brown ones with that beautiful curiosity I loved so much about her.

"Alright?" She asked, softly. I blinked, and nodded. Her lips met mine in a soft kiss. The movement of her lips against mine was so delicate, that tears began slipping down my cheeks. Naomi pulled away and her brow furrowed. "What's wrong?" She asked.

I shook my head and smiled. "Nothing at all, beautiful. Everything is completely perfect." I said, kissing her softly once more.

She stroked her fingers down my cheek and smiled back at me. "I do love you so much, Emily. Don't ever worry about that. I'm yours."

"Oh, beautiful..." I said. "I'm sorry for today."

Naomi shook her head. "I know, baby. Forgive and forget, yeah?"

I nodded. "Yeah. Forgive and forget."

"How do you feel? Now that you've...erm...claimed me?" She asked.

My response started out with a very dirty chuckle. "Oh, much better, my love." I said, kissing her slowly. "And you?"

A lazy smile crept across her lips. "Very satisfied." She said. "I love it when you fuck me like that."

"Mmm you just wanted a spanking." I smirked.

Her eyes lit up. "Ooh, don't get me going again... I've been shagged enough for one night, I think..." She giggled.

"Kinky bitch." I laughed. Naomi blushed. "Oh, stop! You know blushing just makes you look like an innocent girl who is thinking completely dirty thoughts."

"Oh, but I am an innocent girl thinking completely dirty thoughts." She smirked.

I raised an eyebrow. "That wasn't dirty enough for you?"

She shook her head. "That didn't matter. I was happy enough to just be fucked to ease the tension between us, Ems."

"Oh."

Her fingers linked with mine, the leather cuff still around her wrist. "I told you, baby...don't over think it."

"Ok. I won't." I said, kissing her deeply. I trailed soft kisses down her throat, stopping when I reached the deep bruise that now adorned her skin. "Mmm... You look like you got mauled again." I said softly, a smile breaking out on my lips.

Naomi inhaled sharply. "Well, I was meat thrown to a lion, was I not?" She smirked.

I laughed. "Oh, that sounds sort of awful."

"To anyone else, maybe. But we know what it means."

"True." I said, kissing her bruise softly. "Does it hurt?"

"It's the good kind of hurt. No apology necessary."

I felt the stirring of butterflies in my stomach, and a shiver that ran up my spine. "God, I love you." I murmured.

"Mmm, I know." She said. "I think we should rest, don't you?"

I pulled her closer to me, wrapping my arms around her. "I agree."

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