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Chapter Thirteen: Tuesday and Carmen

At 9pm on Tuesday, Emmett rang, his deep voice echoed down the phone

"Strip naked and get on your bed."

Rose did as he asked, putting the phone on speaker and then positioning her phone next to her. Then, she waited for his next command.

"Bend your knees and put your feet on the bed, heels to your ass. Spread your legs wide."

A nervous thrill of excitement ran through her. Placing her legs as he instructed, Rose felt open and vulnerable, the cool air of the bedroom wafted over her clit, soothing the heated flesh.

"I've done it," she told him, her voice breathy with need.

"Good girl."

She revelled in his praise. Him telling her she was a good girl, rang like music in her ears.

"Tell me, are you already wet? Touch yourself with your fingers. Describe your cunt to me." Emmett's words dripped straight from his tongue and into her ear, hot and needy—just like she was.

Rose reached down, her fingers stroking her clit.

She wasn't at all surprised to find that she was wet.

"I'm wet," she told him. "And swollen."

Emmett groaned down the phone. "Fuck, what does it feel like?"

Rose struggled. How on Earth could he expect her to describe her pussy when he was down the other end of the phone, groaning and fisting his cock? His breaths were shallow, and she could hear his hand on his slick flesh.

"It feels like…" Her lips were suddenly dry, and she had to lick them. "It feels like… liquid silk across my fingers."

"Fuckkkkk," Emmett moaned. "Will you do something for me?"

In the back of her mind, his words registered; he was giving her a choice. Emmett was letting her choose. He may have been her Dom, but the power was in her hands. The true definition of a Dom/sub relationship.

"What? What should I do for you, Sir?" Her finger pressed against her clit, making little circles as she did. Rose wanted to push harder, slip her fingers lower, anything—she wanted more

"Taste yourself." Emmett's voice was low. It sounded gravelly like he was struggling to get the words out. "I want you to stick your fingers in your mouth, swirl your tongue around them, and tell me what you taste like."

Fuck.

Rose didn't think that words could turn her on as much they did. Her nipples were tight peaks, thrusting upwards into the air, and her toes scrunched into her bedding.

Letting her forefinger and middle finger slide either side of her erect nub, Rose gathered her wetness on her fingers.

When she pulled them away from her slit, she had to resist the urge to moan. She wanted to keep her fingers there, pleasure herself some more. She felt incredibly close to the edge.

But Emmett was her Dom; she did as he asked. And he wanted her to taste herself.

Her fingers hovered above her mouth. Then, slowly, she parted her lips, her tongue coming out the slightest bit as her fingers moved the rest of the way.

Rose tasted herself.

It felt dirty. It felt naughty. It felt erotic.

She moaned.

Emmett hissed in response.

"What do you taste like? Tell me what you fucking taste like."

"I taste—I taste like." Nothing else came out of her mouth because Emmett started talking.

"I bet you taste good. I bet you taste like honey or liquid candy. I bet it's thick and smooth. I want to smear you all over my face. I want you to ride my face as I finger fuck your ass."

Oh, God. She wanted that. Rose wanted everything he had said. And more. So much more.

His words flashed across her mind, images of her knelt above him on his bed, her hands tied to the headboard. Emmett's face would be between her legs, one hand gripping her thigh as the other toyed with the puckered flesh of her asshole. He'd tease her at first, the tip of his pinky finger testing her flesh before he eased inside, knuckle deep. And Rose would take it. She'd take it all.

The ring of muscle would clench around him, his tongue deep inside her pussy.

It wouldn't take long before she exploded over his face, Emmett's finger in her ass and his tongue in her cunt.

"I want that," Rose admitted, her face flushing in the darkness of her bedroom.

"I'll give it to you." His words felt like they had a double meaning. "I'll give you whatever you want."

"Sir," she pleaded. For what, she wasn't entirely sure.

"Get the toy, Rose. Use it on your clit, just like you did yesterday."

In seconds, a low buzzing echoed through her apartment as Rose's hips pumped upwards, her ass clenching.

"Feelssss… gooooood."

"I bet it does." Emmett's voice made her stomach clench. "I wish I could see your face, watch you as you fall apart." He sighed. "That'll just have to wait until this weekend."

The thought of Emmett watching her as she fucked herself with his toy made Rose cry out with pleasure, whimper, and then bite her lip.

"Turn it up, Rosie."

Blindly, she reached down until she found the small button on the bottom of the toy and pressed it.

The vibrations and small circles against her clit increased.

"Shit!"

It felt like heaven and hell rolled into one. Fresh pleasure tumbled over her, her hips arching off the bed and staying in the air as she pushed the toy harder against her clit, the vibrations sending tremors through her body.

Emmett chuckled at her profanity.

"I'm so close," she whimpered. Rose wanted Emmett to let her cum, let her fall apart.

But he didn't.

"Not yet," he told her. "I'm not ready yet. And you'll cum when I let you, Rose."

She loved it. This command he seemed to hold over her and her body.

"My cock is so hard. The head's all purple and swollen; thinking about you and that sweet cunt of yours."

Desperate for more, Rose's hips swayed side to side, rocking the toy against her swollen folds.

To Emmett, she probably sounded like a heavy breather; there wasn't enough air in the room, she couldn't pull it into her lungs. She was burning—burning for him.

"I can't wait until I'm balls deep inside you, Rose. It'll be unlike anything you've ever experienced." Emmett heaved out a breath. "And I won't stop until you've exploded so hard over my cock, you're blue in the face, and I'm covered in your cum!"

"Pleasepleaseplease!" Rose begged. It came out as one word. She was dangling on the edge, desperate for her release.

"Yes, yes, Rosie. Cum. Cum for me and my toy."

It wrenched through her like a tsunami crashing over a beach. Anything that got in its way was powerless.

Her orgasm was the tsunami, and Rose was powerless. It quite literally pummeled her.

Rose's entire body went rigid as if someone had pulled a string running through her whole body tight. Five seconds later, she collapsed on the bed, panting hard as Emmett grunted and groaned down the other end of the phone, the wet slapping of flesh reaching a crescendo before he bellowed out her name.

And then, everything was calm.

They were both breathing heavily as they basked in the afterglow of their orgasms.

Rose was the first to speak. "I really like your toy, Emmett."

All she got in response was a raucous chuckle from him.

Every other Wednesday morning, Rose had an appointment with Dr Ruiz—or Carmen as Rose had come to know her as.

Carmen was Rose's therapist. Esme had put them in touch, and Rose would be forever grateful to her for that.

Carmen was… in a single word? Wonderful. She had helped Rose in so many ways. And throughout their seeing each other—getting on close to ten months—they had become friends.

Like Rose, Carmen was part of the BDSM lifestyle, and this made life easier for Rose. She didn't have to try and disguise who she was or what she liked. Instead, she could be completely open with her.

And Carmen brought a perspective to the table that Rose desperately needed—that of a Domme. Carmen and her sub, Eleazar, had been together for nearly a decade. They started out playing together, which eventually progressed into something more. Now they were happily married with a four-year-old son, Manny.

After the incident, Rose had questioned everything that she'd done, blaming herself for what had happened. She hadn't safe worded at the right time, she hadn't been clear about her limits, she hadn't been sensible—every little detail Rose had obsessed over, convinced that it was her fault.

Speaking to Carmen helped Rose to see that she had no part to play in what happened. She'd done everything right. It was her Dom who had let her down.

Walking into her office this morning, Rose felt confident, and the usual sense of anxiety that nestled itself deep in her chest was gone.

"Look at you!" Carmen said when she entered. Her caramel skin glowed, which only served to accentuate her dark brown hair and dark eyes. As usual, she wore a black pencil skirt with a white blouse and black heels—always the professional.

Rose blushed. "Thank you." She was wearing some skinny jeans, knee-high boots, a black top and a grey waterfall cardigan.

They sat in their usual places: Carmen in her yellow armchair and Rose on the plush purple couch. Carmen claimed the bright colours help this feel like a therapists office and more like a chat between friends. A strategically placed coffee table was positioned between them, a tissue box on the top, close to where Rose was sitting.

Carmen took her in, regarding her silently. "Why do I feel like you have something to tell me?"

Her therapist knew her too well.

"Because I do."

Carmen gestured towards her in a 'do tell' motion.

"I'm, well, I'm seeing someone." Rose tucked some of her hair behind her ear.

"Really? Come on, Rose. You've got to give me more than that."

Giggling, Rose wasn't quite sure where to begin. "Well, his name's Emmett, and he's a Dom."

Carmen's eyebrows shot up at that. They'd spoken about Rose coming back into the lifestyle, but at the time, she'd been too afraid to even date that playing with anyone seemed like a long stretch.

"I—I've been thinking about playing for a while." Rose hadn't told Carmen that. "But I wasn't sure. My friends contacted a Dom on my behalf. They explained I wanted to take things slow, so we met, had dinner and," Rose shrugged. "That was it."

A smile played on Carmen's lips.

But Rose had a question she needed to ask. "Is it too soon?"

"Do you feel like it's too soon?"

Considering her question, Rose have herself a minute. No. She didn't. With Emmett, everything felt easier and natural. Despite being his sub, she felt in control.

"No."

"Then it's not too soon." Carmen paused. "Everyone does everything at their own pace. Some people are married with children by the age of twenty-five. Some aren't. Some are in their dream job at thirty. Some aren't. There is no standard measurement of where you should be at any given age. As long as you feel comfortable where you are… then that's all that matters.

Nodding, Rose let Carmen's words sink in. She was happy with where she was in her relationship with Emmett. It was right. Something deep inside her was telling her that. It was the same place where those tingles came from.

"Have you scened with him yet?" Carmen asked, her brown eyes running over Rose's face.

Shyly, Rose shook her head. "Not a full scene—we've played." The next words out of her mouth made her body heat. "He rings me every night, and we… do things." It was ridiculous, feeling embarrassed about this. Carmen had seen her at her lowest when her eyes were red raw from crying and her face caked in snot. Yet, this felt so incredibly personal and intimate.

Trying but failing, Carmen's lips pulled upwards into a full-blown smile. "It sounds like you're having fun."

"I am. We are."

"Have you told him? About your past?"

Rose's nostrils flared as she took a deep breath. "No. He knows something happened, but that's it." She paused. "I'm not ready to tell him just yet." She met Carmen's eyes. "I don't know if I'll ever be ready."

"And that's alright, Rose." Carmen sat forward in her chair. "It's completely up to you what you tell people. You're in control of that. Nobody else. If you don't want to tell him, that's fine. But how you feel now isn't always a reflection of how you'll feel several months down the line."

Rose nodded. This was something that she and Carmen had spoken about before. Rose was allowed to change her mind about things. It was perfectly acceptable for her to say one thing today and another thing tomorrow.

"And remember, not everyone is going to react the same way as your family did."

Closing her eyes, Rose could still feel the pain of their… rejection? Betrayal? Was there a single word that could describe what they did to her? Abandonment? Whatever it was, it washed over her. Her family, the people who were meant to love her unconditionally—no matter what—had turned their backs on her when she needed them the most. She'd been cast aside like a piece of rubbish, kicked to the curb and forgotten about. To make sure that the point was really driven home, Rose's parents had sent her a copy of their wills. They changed them to make sure that Rose wouldn't get anything. Rose didn't care. She wasn't bothered by money, or cars, or even the house. What bothered her was that the people she thought loved her couldn't care less about her.

There was a question at the front of Rose's mind, pressing against her soul, making her feel sick. "What if he does?"

"Then he's a shitty human being." That was Carmen alright, blunt when she needed to be. "The way your family reacted was atrocious. You know my personal feelings on that. And I'm breaking out of my role as your therapist now. But I've met Emmett before, and he certainly doesn't seem like the person who would do what your parents did."

The tightness in Rose's shoulders eased—a tightness she didn't realise was there.

"Look at Esme, Kate, Bella, and Rachel. They've all been so supportive of you."

They had been. Her four friends had been her rocks when all she wanted to do was crash and burn. They'd kept her afloat, kept the darkness from consuming her.

"They have," Rose confirmed.

"So, there's no reason to think that other people won't react that way." Carmen paused, almost as if she were making sure that Rose understood what she was saying. "And even if they do, that is a reflection of them, not you."

"I know." It was a hang up from her childhood, trying to please everyone, make sure that they were happy with what she was doing. Sometimes Rose thought that's why she enjoyed being a sub, pleasing someone, following their instructions, and basking in their praise when she got it right.

Carmen smiled at Rose. "You're really coming into your own, Rose. I've watched you grow and change, and I can't wait until you see what the rest of us see when we look at you. A strong woman who has gone through so much and refused to give up. A strong woman with a lovely heart and soul, A strong woman who has no idea how much she is loved."

Tears fell down Rose's cheeks as she gave Carmen a watery smile.

She'd never considered herself a strong woman—maybe she should start believing in herself a bit more.

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