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Chapter Fourteen: Wednesday Evening

Despite her appointments being in the morning, Rose always took the entirety of Wednesday off. Sometimes, her sessions with Carmen were so intense that she needed the afternoon to shed her tears, eat some comfort food, and snuggle in front of the television.

Today was not one of those days. Rose left Carmen's office feeling lighter than she had in a while. It had been a good session, she felt...good.

They spoke about Emmett and her blossoming relationship with him. Carmen made sure that Rose was doing alright and that she was happy, content with how their bond progressed. When Rose was talking about Emmett, she couldn't keep the smile and blush off her face. They just seemed to appear out of thin air, and stayed there for the remainder of the conversation. Her cheeks actually ached from smiling.

Walking up the stairs to her apartment, Rose was slightly surprised to see a large bouquet of red tulips sitting outside her door. Bending down with a furrowed brow, she picked up the flowers and unlocked her front door.

Once she was in, Rose set her keys and phone down on the table before pulling out the card that nestled at the top of the bouquet.

Red tulips mean 'thinking of you'.

Hope your session went well.

Ring me if you need me.

Emmett x

A huge smile broke out across Rosalie's face. After their mind-blowing orgasms last night, Rose and Emmett had spoken quietly for twenty minutes. He'd asked her what her week held in store for her, and she told him about her bi-monthly therapy sessions. Rose had no qualms about telling him she went to therapy; that was the easy part. It was the why she tried to keep a secret.. He didn't ask her why she was seeing a therapist or what they talked about. He just accepted it. Rose was so happy about that. Emmett made things easier.

"How long have you been going to therapy?" Emmett asked.

"Ten months," Rose told him, the relaxation that followed her orgasm sitting deep in her bones.

"Is your therapist nice?" His voice was quiet.

"Yeah," Rose sighed. "She's great."

"Good."

Picking up her phone, Rose took a photo of the bouquet and then sent the picture off to Emmett with some text underneath.

Thanks for the flowers. The session went well. Rose x

She really appreciated the fact that he had remembered what today was about for her.

In the beginning, when she had first started seeing Carmen, her friends had been the ones to wait for her. It was usually Rachel, since Bella, Kate, and Esme didn't have flexible schedules. Rachel would drop Rose off at Carmen's office, wait for her session to be over and then drive her back home. She'd sit with her for as long as Rose needed before going home. Her friends had really stepped up when she needed them.

Rose slipped her phone into the pocket of her jeans only for it to vibrate seconds later.

Glad to hear it. Can't wait to speak to you tonight. Emmett x

His words made those tingles come back, and Rose found herself rubbing her thighs together. Their nightly chats were really starting to become a favourite of hers; the highlight of her day. They made Rose wonder what they would be like together, if they could be together. If a simple toy and his voice sent her spiraling out of control, what would his actual cock do? Rose could only imagine.

When her phone vibrated again, Rose unlocked it, half expecting the message to be from Emmett.

Hey, hun. How did today go?

The text made her smile—it was from Rachel. Of course, she'd remember what today was.

Good.

Rose contemplated her next words. Fancy going for a coffee?

Always! Usual spot? Thirty minutes?

Sounds perfect.

There was a park in the middle of both of their houses that had a pop-up coffee cart. They made some of the best coffee in town. It was a little gem.

Thirty minutes later,Rose smiled as she parked her car and saw Rachel sitting on a bench, two coffee cups in her hands.

"Well, someone looks like she had an earth-shattering orgasm last night!" Rachel said in a volume that really wasn't fit for a public place… with families around.

Rose playfully shushed her and then eagerly accepted her drink. "Do you mind? There are children about!"

"And? It'll be fun watching them ask their parents what an orgasm is."

Shaking her head, a smile drifted across Rose's face.

Rachel studied her for a moment. "I'm guessing therapy went well." Rarely did Rose want to do anything after it had ended. She was usually too drained. But today, she felt invigorated.

"It did," Rose admitted. "It was a really good session." Without prompting, she told Rachel what she and Carmen talked about. It felt nice to share this part of her life with her friend. When she first started therapy, Rose had avoided telling them the gritty details. They didn't need to know what happened to her—she didn't want them to know details.

When Rose had finished talking, her coffee was half empty, and Rachel was looking at her with an odd look on her face.

"What?" Rose asked self-consciously, slightly worried that perhaps she had spoken for too long.

"It's so nice to see you like this," Rachel breathed. "For the longest time, we've all been so worried about you."

Rachel's admission made Rose feel slightly guilty. She never wanted anyone to worry about her.

"And, now, it's like your the old you. And you seem to be in a really good place."

"I am," Rose admitted with a nod.

"Good."

There was a pause, and Rose realised there was something she wanted to ask Rachel. "Can I ask you something?" It felt like a silly question to ask. They'd trained together. Rose had seen Rachel bound, gagged, and naked. Rachel had seen Rose in the exact same position, but Rose didn't want to assume.

"Of course," Rachel said, taking a sip of her drink.

Rose chose her next words carefully, not entirely sure how to phrase what she wanted to say. "When you and Paul had your first scene, you left." She paused. "Why?"

Rachel took another sip of her drink. "The first time we scened together, it was so… intense. I had never felt anything like that before. It wasn't just the sex. There was this spark.

When I looked at him, my heart thudded so hard in my chest, I thought it would burst through. After the first scene, Paul had taken me to his bedroom, and I was in his arms, and I couldn't imagine being anywhere else." Her face had turned soft. "It terrified me. And because I'm a coward, I ran."

Coward was not the word Rose would use for Rachel.

"I told Paul I didn't want this, and I needed some space. And he gave it to me. He was so worried that he'd messed up that he rang Marcus, who asked to speak with me." Rachel's mouth quirked up. "Marcus asked me what happened, and I broke down in tears. I was so confused. And then Didyme told me about how she and Marcus met. Hearing their story made me realise that I needed to give this thing with Paul a shot. I did, and the rest is history."

"Do you feel safe with him?"

"Absolutely. I know he'll never hurt me." Rachel looked at Rose, her eyes narrowing slightly.

For a second, Rose felt like Rachel knew what she was asking without her having to explicitly say the words.

"How does Emmett make you feel?"

There was really only one word that could explain her feelings: safe.

"Hello, Rosie."

"Hello, Emmett." Her voice was so breathless that Rose barely recognised it as her own.

"Are you naked?"

"Yes."

"Good. Where are you?"

"In the center of my bed."

"Good girl—you're already anticipating what I want from you."

His praise rushed through her like an electric current. It set her skin on fire, skimming over her flesh and warming her..

"Where's my toy?"

She loved that Emmett called it his toy. It made using it feel… naughtier. In a way, it made it feel more special.

"Next to me." Her hand was gripping it so tight that her fingers were turning white. But Rose was full of anticipation. She couldn't wait for Emmett's instructions.

"We're going to do something different tonight, Rose."

In the background, she could hear the shuffling of something. "May I ask where you are?" She wanted to know, so she knew what to visualise when she touched herself.

"You're so polite, Rosie. I'm on my bed, sat up against the pillows, stroking my cock."

Rose's mouth went dry.

"Would you like to know what I'm going to have to do to yourself tonight?"

"Yes, please." Desperately, her thighs rubbed together, the sensitive skin tingling. Her clit throbbed between her legs, wanting.

"You're going to fuck yourself on my toy, Rosie. You're going to put it deep inside you and let the little rabbit ears tickle the fuck out of your clit as you cum again and again."

"Oh, God!"

"Do-do you want that?" Emmett's voice was thick.

"Yes, Sir!"

"Good. Turn the toy on the lowest setting and press it against your clit, like you've been doing."

Without hesitation, Rose did as he commanded, her juices soaking the toy as the head rotated against her sensitive nub.

"Oh!" Her eyes shut tight as her back arched, the simple motion doing wonderful things to her already pent up body. And all she'd been doing is thinking about Emmett. About his voice, his hands, his body—his cock.

"Does that feel good?"

It took a few seconds for her to register his question. "Yes… so good…" Rose realised her mistake after a few seconds. "Sir."

Emmett chuckled, but it did nothing to dull the fire in her belly. If anything, it fanned it, making the waves lick higher and higher against her stomach. "Let me hear how wet you are. I want to make sure you're ready."

Blindly, Rose reached for the phone that was up by her head—it was on speakerphone—and she pulled it down to her thighs, moving the toy against her in a way that would generate the squelching sounds that she was positive Emmett loved.

His answering groan confirmed her suspicions. "Put the toy inside you—just the tip." It was a snarl. And she loved that he was on the edge.

Rose moved the toy lower, the vibrations dragging lower until they tickled at her entrance. Slowly, Rose pushed it forward, the thick girth of the silicone stretching her in the most delicious way.

"Oh my God!" Rose threw her head back. How was she here already, only seconds away from coming?

"I bet it's stretching that tight little cunt of yours, real good, eh?"

"Yes." It was like a guilty admission. It was thrilling.

"More, Rosie. Put more in." His words were beautiful. And then he continued to talk, and Rose felt lost, like she was floating, and she was only concerned with Emmett.

She did as he commanded. "Ungh," S-she panted and twisted her head into the pillow, searching for some kind of relief from the pleasure that was tearing her up inside.

"Imagine it's my hot cock, fucking you. Can you feel it? Can you feel me, Rosie?"

Oh God, could she? The silicone toy between her legs transformed, and suddenly it was Emmett's thick cock between her thighs, sliding in and out of her, the heat of his dick scorching her.

"So… big…" There wasn't enough air in the room. Her lungs burned, and her vision blurred.

"Yes, I am." It was self-indulgent. But he was. The man was fucking hung.

Suddenly, it was all too much; his voice, the vibrations, the thick toy. Rose couldn't take anymore. Her clit was swollen, the rabbit ears forcing her higher and higher as her pussy clamped down on the toy like it was never going to let it go.

"I'm—need—oh… Sir?"

Losing the ability to talk, Rose was grateful that Emmett knew what she wanted, that he could sense her desire. "Yes. Cum for me."

Rose's feet dug into the mattress, her shoulders all the way down to her ass leaving the bed as she arched high in the air and came. Hard. Every muscle in her body spasmed, and her pussy twitched with a ferocity.

Vaguely, Rose was aware of Emmett grunting in the background, of his deep groan and then shout of pleasure as he came.

When Rose couldn't stand it anymore, she pulled the toy from between her thighs, letting it fall to the bed as her body continued to be rocked by spasms.

"Hey. You still there?" He was just as breathless as she was.

"…I think so." Rose's mouth was dry, and her muscles felt so worn out; they were like jelly.

"That was fucking amazing." She could hear the smile in his voice.

"Yeah," Rose agreed, nodding her head as her eyes remained closed. She felt so wonderful.

They were both silent, each of them getting their breaths back. It was extraordinary how Emmett made her feel—and he hadn't touched her, not really… not yet.

"I can't wait for this weekend, Rose." Emmett's voice was full of promise.

"Neither can I."

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