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Chapter Twenty-Eight: Clamps
Rose turned her head slightly to glance at Emmett out of the corner of her eye and saw the peaceful look on his face. Sadist. He was enjoying this. Watching her wriggle and squirm underneath him, a writhing mess of want, while he pretended to be completely unaffected.
"You make the sweetest noises," Emmett complimented, his breath warm against her neck, body hard against hers. They were seated on the couch, Rose's back against his chest, her legs wide open, her poor pussy being abused by his wonderful fingers. Her hands were bound to her chest, crossed at her wrists, the rope around them deliciously scratchy.
"All for you, Sir." Rose felt almost incoherent with pleasure. Her heart was racing, pounding against her ribs as shuddery breaths fell from her open mouth. It seemed unfair. So fucking unfair how quickly Emmett could tie her up in knots—both figuratively and literally. One look from him, and she was dripping, ready to take him however he wanted. Ready to drop to her knees and suck his magnificent cock into her mouth. Ready to bend over and have him pummel her from behind. She was greedy for him, for his body and cock. Rose wanted whatever he was willing to give her—she'd take it all.
Emmett's thick fingers glided over her folds, spreading her apart, bearing her to his living room. "Your clit is so swollen."
He didn't have to tell her. Rose knew. She could feel it. Pulsing and throbbing, silently begging for attention. For something. A finger, a tongue, a cock—anything. Rose felt so close to the edge and yet so far away.
"Is this all from me just playing with you?" Playing. It didn't seem like the right word. Taunting. Teasing. Inflicting hell upon her for the last hour? Yeah, that one seemed to fit. An action movie was on the television; the sounds of gunfire, men screaming, and helicopter blades whirring providing background noise. Emmett had been watching it, his eyes on the television, pupils tracking the movements of the main character while his fingers worked their magic on Rose's cunt.
It didn't seem fair, really.
Wordlessly, Rose nodded and bit at her bottom lip, desperate not to give too much away. To not let Emmett know just how much she wanted him. How he had managed to break down all of her carefully erected walls in such a short period and left her a squirming mess, desperate for him and his touch.
"I love that," Emmett told her, tongue reaching out to trace the shell of her ear. "I love that you're fucking dripping for me, and I've barely touched you. Barely played with this beautiful clit of yours."
Rose whimpered as Emmett did just as he said and lightly ran his fingers up and down her clit, the pressure increasing with each pass of his hand.
"I love it because you have the same effect on me." Emmett surged his hips forward, letting Rose feel the head of his hot erection against the top of her ass. It seared into her, burning her and making her eyes water and blur with want as she drew her bottom lip into her mouth. She stifled the whimper of pure need bubbling up in her throat. "I get so hard for you that I think I'll fucking pass out. I think of your eyes, smile, and damn hot body, and fuck…" A deep groan was pulled from Emmett's chest. "I'm sure it's dangerous being this aroused all the fucking time."
Rose moaned when he thrust hard against her back. "Please." She was done. So done. She was a wet mess, desperate and needy. "Please, Sir. Fuck me."
Grinning against her ear, Emmett leaned closer. "I'd thought you'd never ask." He wrapped one hand around her throat and turned her head so that his lips could meet hers. With a heat that had Rose feeling dizzier than she'd ever felt before, Emmett plunged his tongue into her mouth and claimed her. His tongue stroked over hers in a sensual dance that had her squirming, her fingers digging into the skin on her chest, the pain a wonderful contrast to the sweetness of Emmett's kiss.
When she was panting, eyes closed tightly and cheeks flushed with pleasure, Emmett pulled back and trailed a finger over her cheek. "I'll be right back," he said, his voice quiet.
Manoeuvring from his place behind her, Emmett stood quickly and exited the room, leaving Rose on the couch like a strand of wet spaghetti. She was boneless, utterly and completely unable to support her own weight as she sank into the plush cushions. Her inner thighs were coated with her juices, her nipples tight little peaks, eyes heavy with desire. Rose's chest heaved with breaths as she sucked as much air into her lungs as possible, her entire body alive and waiting.
Emmett returned seconds later.
Her mouth watered.
He was naked. Splendidly so. His cock was jutted out, hard and thick, the head swollen with desire, a red condom encasing it. She could see every tight muscle in his body, and she watched with rapt attention as his sinews pulled and stretched as he moved.
"Sir…" She had no words. Rose wanted to tell Emmett how magnificent he looked. How thankful she was that she got to see him like this. How she was so fucking lucky that she was his sub and he her Dom. Because fuck. Muscles lined every inch of his body, strength barely contained in his movements. He was thick—everywhere. Emmett's arms were muscled and strong, his chest tight with two perfect pink nipples. His stomach was the definition of 'washboard,' and the sight of his happy trail had Rose's clit pulsing. His thighs were magnificent, light hair smattering across them that carried on to his calves. Hell. Even his fucking feet were sexy.
A jangling from Emmett's direction brought Rose out of her lust-fueled thoughts. Her heart thudded an excited rhythm against her chest.
Oh, hello, old friends.
"From the look in your eyes, I'd say you've played with these before."
Fuck, yes. She loved them, and fucking hated them at the same time. It helped confirm what she already knew: that Emmett was a sadist. He loved to torture her. Because those fucking things were the best torture implements on the planet. One second, you'd be there, right on the precipice, about to fly over and come so hard you'd see stars… then, with a single tug, you'd be back down, your orgasm a tiny spot in the distance—unreachable.
Even before joining the BDSM scene, Rose had used nipple clamps by herself. They'd been a part of her toy collection for a while.
"Have you played with these, Rosie?" Emmett asked, obviously wanting confirmation. His voice was deep and filled with obvious lust. His large hand came down and wrapped around his thick erection, hand pumping as he stared right at Rose, the muscles in his neck tensing.
"Yes, Sir." She almost didn't recognize her own voice.
"Do you like them?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Would you like to play with them?"
Like he needed even to ask.
"Yes, Sir."
Emmett grinned, pumped his cock once more and then strode over to her, his long legs meaning he reached her in record time.
"Stand up," Emmett commanded, the nipple clamps still dangling from his fingers.
Rose did as he asked, her legs shaky as she breathed deeply through her nose. She was so excited, so fucking curious, to see what he had planned. She hadn't been disappointed yet.
Emmett occupied the spot where Rose had been. Leaning back against the couch, he spread his legs wide. "Come here, Rosie. Come and sit on my cock."
Rose didn't have to be told twice. She couldn't move fast enough. Stumbling over her feet, an embarrassed blush creeping over her skin, Rose rushed to hook her legs over Emmett's, a thrill flowing through her when he placed an arm around her waist to steady her. They were now chest to chest, face to face. The desire in his eyes was enough to have her whimpering.
Using the arm around her waist, Emmett teased her clit with his cock, forcing Rose against him, letting her feel him so close and yet so fucking far away from where she wanted him.
"Fuck me, that's a pretty sight." Emmett sighed.
Rose hadn't even looked down. Her eyes were closed, but she still nodded, whimpering at his voice.
"I know what would make it even better, though," Emmett cajoled in such a tone that Rose half-opened her eyes, wondering what would happen next.
She didn't have to wait long.
Moments later, Emmett had attached the clamps to Rose's nipples.
"Oh fuck!" A loud moan broke from her throat as she tilted her head back, her long hair skimming her ass, tickling her already over-sensitive skin. Her nipples were on fire, tingling in a way that was so familiar and yet so different.
"Hell yes," Emmett gritted out. "That's better."
With fluttering eyelids, Rose panted, trying to control the quivering of her cunt. She hadn't realized she'd been so silent until Emmett spoke. "Color, Rosie?" His large hand came up and caressed her cheek as his other gently squeezed her hip.
Opening her eyes, Rose took him in. His eyes were clouded with lust and concern. Even now, when she was millimetres away from his cock, her naked body ready for him, tied up and at his mercy, Emmett was still concerned. He still wanted to ensure that Rose was all right, that this was what she wanted.
"Green—I'm so fucking green, Sir." Her words were quiet, her pleasure so great that it was actually a struggle to get them out. "Please. Please. I can't wait any longer."
Emmett's lips curled upwards into a large grin. "Me either." He impaled Rose onto his cock.
"Ah!" Rose cried out, feeling utterly full.
"I'll never get used to this." Emmett moaned, placing both hands on her hips before he lifted her up, pulling Rose nearly off his cock before plunging her back down, completely controlling every movement. "The feeling of having you wrapped around me. Of having your perfect pussy clenching me. Of having these perfect tits in my face."
His words were guttural, filled with passion and driven by lust. They drove Rose higher, pushed her closer and closer to the spot where she wanted to be. Her pussy began to throb, her body burning with the sense of her impending orgasm.
Whimpers left her mouth. Rose was unable to do anything else. Sweat was beading on her chest, slipping between her breasts and arms, goosebumps floating across her skin. The rope prevented her from moving, but it just made it better. Made Rose get wetter. She loved it. Loved being restrained. Loved being unable to do anything except take Emmett's thrust. No. That wasn't entirely true. Her legs were unbound, and so her thighs were squeezing Emmett's, the muscles in her legs shaking.
Releasing his grip on her hip, Emmett's fingers crept over her skin, a light touch that was such a contrast to his pounding thrusts. They walked up her stomach and to the dangling chain between her breasts.
Slowly, Emmett began to pull it, harder and harder, until the burn was too tremendous, and Rose couldn't take it anymore.
"Shit! Can I… ooh… fuck… come, Sir?" She felt almost frantic with need, desperate for his approval.
"Fuck, yes!" Emmett growled. "Now! Come now!"
A feral scream ripped itself from Rose's mouth. It scratched her throat. It was cathartic, almost. To let out a noise that mirrored the swirling emotions inside her. Her entire body spasmed, her toes curling into the carpet and her fingers digging so hard into her chest that Rose knew there would be little marks left.
Placing one hand under her ass, Emmett held Rose up as he jackhammered into her, grunting and hissing before he came, his cock thrusting violently inside her before he stilled, his body relaxing.
Pulling Rose close to him, Emmett ran a hand down her sweat-soaked back, peeling her hair away from her skin. "That was…"
"Yeah." Rose sighed. A deep sense of relaxation settled into her bones, making Rose snuggle deeper against Emmett.
"Oh, no," Emmett told her when he felt her relax. "We need to get you out of these ropes."
Sleepily, Rose mumbled against his chest. "I'm quite happy here." And she was. She truly was.
Big thanks to Mel!