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Chapter Seventeen: Time to Play Part One
The lasagna was fucking delicious. The meat was wonderfully moist, and the cheese had melted perfectly. The salad had been crisp, providing the perfect contrast to the pasta.
"I'm very impressed," Rose told him, wiping her mouth and taking another sip of her water.
"Thank you," Emmett said, grinning at her as he sat back against his chair. "Mom made sure that by the time I left home, I was… decent in the kitchen. I can't bake, but I can cook."
Rose snorted. "Baking is a no go for me. I've tried so many times, and each time, it just goes terribly wrong." Flour got everywhere, eggs landed on the floor, and Rose found sprinkles in places sprinkles should never be found.
"My sister, Bree, is a whiz at baking." A look passed over Emmett's face, the same one he got whenever he spoke about his family. One that said he was so proud of them. Rose loved seeing that look on his face. "She bakes everything—I keep telling her she should start her own business, but she doesn't think she's good enough."
"What does she do now?" Rose asked, her eyes slipping away from Emmett's face, admiring the way that his jeans clung to his legs.
"She works at a nursery with kids, but it's really not for her." He took a sip of his water. "She likes kids… just not enough to work with them every day."
Emmett's comment had Rose giggling. She understood that completely. Rose loved it when kids from school came to the museum to see the different displays, but after a few hours of herding them, sheoften felt ready to hide in a cupboard.
"How was your day?" Rose asked, feeling slightly guilty that she hadn't asked him before now.
Emmett smiled. "It was good. Well, the morning was good, but the materials we ordered never turned up, so we're going to be a few days behind." He shrugged. "It's not a huge problem, just more of a general annoyance."
Rose nodded in agreement.
As if sensing what they were talking about, Hera gave a little yip from her place on the kitchen floor.
"Yes!" Emmett agreed. "It was an annoyance, but we got over it." His voice was slightly high pitched, and his eyes were wide as he spoke to her. It was incredibly adorable.
Hera stood and wandered over to the table, placing her head on Emmett's leg and looking at him with quite literal puppy dog eyes.
"I think someone wants her dinner," he said to Rose. Emmett stretched, his t-shirt riding up slightly, Rose getting a teasing glimpse of his model-like stomach. She swallowed thickly.
Noticing her eyes on him, Emmett smirked. "See something you like?"
Feeling bold, Rose met his blazing blue eyes. "Definitely."
Emmett shook his head and stood. "Minx," he accused. He took her plate over to the sink and began rinsing it off before placing it in the dishwasher.
Rose watched him work. After putting their crockery and cutlery into the dishwasher, hemoved on to feeding the dogs. Hard muscles covered in smooth skin shifted and bulged with his movements as he got Bruce and Hera's dinner ready. His body was beautiful.
He put a scoop full of biscuit in each bowl and then added some wet dog food, mashing them together and turned around, facing two very excited dogs.
Hera's tail thumped loudly against the floor, and she was so hyped up that she kept doing a little butt wiggle.
Bruce was much more reserved but kept staring intently at Emmett.
They were both sitting, so Emmett praised them before he placed their bowls on the floor.
"And go." On his command, they both dove forward, acting like they hadn't eaten for days.
"I promise I gave them breakfast this morning," Emmett told a wide-eyed Rose. She laughed at their enthusiasm.
It took barely five minutes for them to finish their dinner, after which Emmett sent them outside to do their business.
Rose took that opportunity to help clear the table, despite Emmett's protests.
"Let me help," she told him, gently bumping his hips with hers as she carried their glasses over to the sink.
When Emmett wrapped an arm around her waist and planted a tender kiss to her temple, a warm, fluttering sensation rushed through her. It made the corners of her lips turn upwards, blood rushed to her cheeks, and her heart pounded a little harder in her chest.
After cleaning the kitchen, Emmett led Rose outside and onto the same rattan couch she had sat on a week before.
Only this time, Rose had her back against his chest, her body in between his legs and blanket thrown over them, thanks to the chilly Forks air. Emmett's strong arms were locked around her midsection, making her feel safe and secure. She loved how much bigger he was than he was. It was comforting.
"What's your favourite color?" Rose asked, wanting to know as much about him as she could.
Emmett leaned around slightly so he could see Rose's face. His large finger traced just under her left eye. "Light blue—coincidentally, the exact same shade of your eyes."
Rose let out a giggle, and shook her head.
"What's yours?" Emmett asked, returning his hand to her stomach, his fingers lightly caressing her skin through her top.
"Purple," Rose told him. She'd loved it since she was little. It was such a pretty color, and she adored all the different shades.
"Mhm," Emmett acknowledged. "I bet you look good in purple… specifically lilac." His lips were at her ear, his warm breath fanning across her skin, making her shiver with anticipation. Rose buried herself further into him.
One of his hands slipped under her top, his warm fingers finding the skin of her stomach. Emmett stroked his digits across it, making Rose take in a shuddery breath, her eyes fluttering closed as her pussy tingled.
His lips found the shell of her ear, and seconds later, Emmett was sucking the fleshy lobe into his mouth, his teeth teasing the sensitive skin.
"If I brought you some purple underwear, would you wear it for me, Rosie?" Emmett's voice slid over her skin like a sensual caress. Her nipples tightened, and her mouth went dry. "A nice little lilac bra and thong set?"
Rose blew out a breath, her head lolling to the side. "I don't really like thongs." She almost didn't recognise her voice. It was quiet and breathy, want lacing every syllable.
She felt his smirk against her ear before he spoke.
"But I want to see you in a thong. I want to see that little scrap of fabric between your delicious ass cheeks. Watch your clit swell with desire for me under it. I want the puffy lips of your cunt visible to me." Emmett's words made her eyes slip closed, the image he was painting appearing clear in her mind. "Will you wear one for me, Rosie? As a sign of your submission to me?"
Rose didn't have to think twice about the answer. "Yes, Sir." Not being able to withstand it anymore and not particularly caring about protocol—rules be damned—she turned and kissed him hard, slanting her lips over his, demanding more. Emmett gave it to her. He kissed her back, his lips just as harsh, his tongue striking against her lips.
She let him in, moaning when it stroked over hers, igniting the fire inside her even further, setting her ablaze in the best of ways.
"I love how eager you are for me," he panted against her, his erection pressing against her stomach.
Rose whimpered directly into his mouth because she was so fucking pent up.
As if that noise awakened something in Emmett, he pulled away, his eyes wide. "My bedroom, now," he commanded, breathing heavily. "Stand in front of the bed and wait for me."
Rose did as he asked, walking as quickly as she could without seeming overeager. She heard Emmett behind her, calling the dogs in and then settling them with a treat each.
When she got to the hallway, she could no longer hear him, but the anticipation running through her veins was almost too intense.
By the time Rose got to the bedroom, it was excruciating. Multiple scenarios ran through her head. Emmett bending her over the bed, fucking her from behind, him eating her pussy out as he lay her on the esse, and her lying back on the bed as Emmett fucked her face with his fat, weeping cock.
And by God, did she want all of them.
Standing in front of the bed, Rose wasn't entirely sure what to do. Did she kneel? Stand with her hands behind her head? Emmett hadn't told her to do any of those things, and she really didn't want to disappoint him. The contract specified her 'inspection position'; stood up, back ramrod straight, hair down, breasts out, completely naked, and hands behind her head.
Unease crawled across her skin at the uncertainty she felt, but it didn't have time to develop into anything as Emmett was suddenly entering his bedroom, his eyes holding a dark promise and his body coiled tight. He began by taking off his socks and shoes, and then he was striding across the bedroom, only stopping when he was about a foot away from her.
Rose thought he would reach out and begin undressing her or even watch her undress herself.
Instead, he gently cradled her cheek with his hand, his eyes tender.
"Undress me," he said. "Start with my shirt and work your way down." His voice was quiet but strong.
It made Rose feel weak at the knees.
With slightly trembling hands—not from fear—but from excitement, Rose trailed her hands down his chest, the thin cotton doing little to hide the hard muscles he had worked so hard to obtain.
Reaching the bottom of his shirt, Rose glanced upwards to see Emmett watching her intently. Pulling up the fabric revealed his mouth-watering muscles, and gosh, did her mouth water. She wanted to trace the ridges of them with her tongue, feel them pressing against her as he fucked her.
Rose managed to get the shirt over his head without much fuss, and without instruction, she let it drop to the floor. Then, she got to touch him without anything in between them. His skin was warm under her fingertips, and she enjoyed the way that his muscles tensed slightly.
She dug her fingernails into his belt and sucked some much-needed air into her lungs.
"Color?" Emmett asked, his hands coming up to her arms and gently stroking her skin.
"Green, Sir." She was so fucking aroused. Her pussy was wet with want, her nipples begging to be released from her bra.
"Good." His voice was so low. "Undo my belt, then."
Her fingers moved automatically, pulling the leather out from the buckle until it was loose around his waist. Then she moved onto his jeans. She unsnapped his belt and then undid his zipper. Remembering his words to her last time, Rose was careful to make sure that if he wasn't wearing any underwear, she wouldn't harm his glorious cock.
Much to her delight, there was no underwear to hide his glorious shaft from her greedy eyes. Rose pushed his jeans down his legs, and Emmett stepped out, his body completely open to her roving eyes.
"My turn," Emmett told her, cupping her cheek once more in his large hand.
His thumb stroked over her skin and then moved lower, sliding across her bottom lip until she opened her mouth, and then it slipped inside.
Instinctively, her tongue circled it, her teeth scraping across the pad.
Emmett's eyes darkened at the motion, his erection twitching.
"I want to feel your mouth around my cock, Rosie."
She whimpered, her entire body shifting. She swore she could feel him down her throat. Hot. Hard. And pulsing.
"But not yet." His voice was low and very quickly disintegrated her fantasy. "I want to see you naked first."
Rose was going to say something witty about him already having seen her naked and that whatever he saw shouldn't be much of a surprise. But his eyes were on her, so dark, and lustful that she couldn't think straight.
Emmett's large hands pulled at the hem of her top, drawing it up her body and over her head.
"Fucking hell," he muttered, his eyes drinking in the midnight blue lace underwear that she had chosen to wear for tonight.
Rose had wanted to look nice for him. When she was at work, it had given her a boost, knowing that under her conservative clothes, she was wearing something for Emmett. Her Dom.
"Are you wearing this for me, Rosie?" Emmett dragged his eyes from her lace-clad breasts up to her face. His eyes were ablaze with desire. For her. It made her head spin that someone like him would want someone like her. Emmett who was strong and handsome and whole. And her. A fragile broken woman. It sometimes felt surreal.
"Yes, Sir."
"Have you been wearing them all day?"
"Yes, Sir."
The corners of his mouth pulled upwards into a smile. "I like that," he told her. "I like that at work; you've been wearing that demure little grey dress, and the whole time, you wore this little sexy number underneath."
Emmett's words made her entire body flush. The heat started in her cheeks and then traveled down, coating her breasts in a delicate blush.
From the way that Emmett's eyes darkened, he was only too aware of what her body was doing.
"Are you wearing matching panties?" Once again, his eyes flashed to hers.
Rose swallowed around the sudden lump that had appeared in her throat. "Yes, Sir." Those seemed to be the only two words that she was capable of uttering.
"I want to see 'em," he told her, suddenly dropping to his knees, so hard that she heard the audible thump when they hit the floor.
Rose let out a shuddering breath as his fingers hooked into her leggings, and he quickly dragged them down her legs.
"Fuck me," Emmett grunted when he saw the lace that was keeping her pussy hidden from his prying eyes. Quickly, Emmett helped her step out of both her leggings and socks, so she was only clad in her lace underwear.
Reverently, Emmett placed one hand on either one of her ankles, and he slowly skimmed them up her legs, goosebumps following in their wake. When he got to her thighs, he stopped, squeezing her flesh hard.
"That colour really fucking suits you," Emmett said, his voice low.
"Th-thank you, Sir." Rose didn't think she had ever felt this turned on before in her entire life. He'd barely touched her. She felt like she was a quivering mess. Her breasts heaved, her nipples taut, and her thighs shook.
Leaning forward, Emmett pressed hot kisses to the flesh of her stomach, making his way down her body until his lips were at the waistband of her panties.
She was so fucking wet. She was drenched.
"I can't wait to taste you," he whispered.
"Yes, please, Sir." Rose wasn't above begging at this point. She'd get on her knees and beg for his tongue in her cunt, his cock down her throat—whatever he wanted.
"But not yet."
Rose was coiled tighter than a spring. Disappointment ran through her.
"I have something else planned for tonight." Emmett's voice was full of promise. And Rose couldn't wait to see what happened.
Within seconds, Emmett had dragged her underwear down her legs and was encouraging her to step out of them. Once they were gone, Emmett threw them over his shoulder and then stood up, making sure to brush his hard body against hers.
Rose felt every single inch of him. Every. Single. Inch. His cock actually brushed her lower curls.
"Turn around," he commanded, and Rose felt her legs moving before she had any chance to process what he was saying.
Once Rose was facing away from Emmett, her skin prickled with anticipation. His large hands rested on her shoulders, and then he dragged them down her arms, blunt fingernails grazing her skin in the best way.
Not being able to see him meant that Rose relied on feeling him behind her. So, she did just that. She closed her eyes and felt.
His breath was hot against her neck, the tips of his fingers warm as they drew random patterns across her ribs and then moved to her back, toying with the clasp of the bra. His cock bumped the top of her ass, leaving a wet trail.
Emmett unclasped her bra, the garment going lax around her breasts. He pulled the straps down as his lips descended, and he kissed the now bare skin of her left shoulder.
Rose brought her hands up and removed the rest of the garment.
Catching her off guard, Emmett's large hands came up, and he cupped her heaving tits in his hands.
"Oh, God," Rose moaned, letting her head fall back against his shoulder as he massaged the heavy globes, fingers rubbing over her nipples.
"I fucking love your tits," he breathed into her ear. "They were made for me."
"Yessssss, Sir."
Emmett mashed them together, thumbs circling her nipples until Rose was pushing her ass back into Emmett, grinding against him as she tried to find any semblance of relief.
"Get on the bed," he told her, delivering a swift slap to her ass as he finally stepped away, leaving Rose feeling bereft. "On your back," he clarified.
She missed his touch.
As Rose crawled onto the bed, lying back against the pillows as instructed, she watched Emmett walk over to the bag she had brought with her earlier.
"Is my toy in here?" he asked, picking the bag up.
"Yes, Sir."
"May I get it out?"
Rose was touched by his asking. He may be her Dom, but he was asking for her permission.
"Yes, Sir," she said, her voice catching in her throat slightly.
Emmett gave her a smile and opened it up, finding the toy nestled on her pajamas easily. He held it up, his smile getting wider as Rose's eyes darkened.
"Time to play," he declared as Rose's pussy clenched with pure want.
I know I'm teasing you, but it's going to be worth it, I promise! The next update will be on Wednesday, and then I'm going to update it again next Saturday, so keep your eyes peeled on FB for teasers!
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