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Chapter Five: The Weekend (Part One)

The week passed in a blur of texts and calls and Rose was left generally feeling… strange. Excitement was flowing through her veins like a drug, planting a smile on her face whenever she thought about Emmett. Her dreams got more vivid; Emmett holding her hair as he thrust into her from behind, her ass jiggling with every moment. Then, she'd be on her back, legs in the air as Emmett buried his face deep into her pussy, fucking her with his tongue. Every morning she woke up wet and breathless. But there was nothing she could do about it. The contract specified that. Her body was Emmett's. His to do with as he pleased wherever and whenever he pleased. She felt intoxicated by the thought. Her heart raced, and her skin flushed. Cold showers were even proving to be ineffective.

They spoke every day, even if it were only for a few minutes, but Emmett always rang. Some nights he sounded exhausted, and all Rose wanted to do was crawl into bed next to him, wrap her arms and legs around his body and soothe him until he fell asleep. But just as quickly as she imagined slow and calm nights with him, her mind was back in the gutter, and Emmett's hands were on her body, his cock pulsing deep inside her as she was strung up like a rag doll, open and vulnerable for him.

Rose felt like she were on a rollercoaster, never knowing how she'd feel next but loving the ride.

When Friday rolled around, Rose didn't know if she was shaking from excitement or nerves. Packing her bag, she made sure to double-check everything she put in. Toothbrush and toothpaste: check. Clean casual clothes: check (Emmett still hadn't told her what they were doing). Peach pajamas: check.

Rose took a second to glance around her apartment and make sure she had packed everything before she jumped into her car and drove to the address that Emmett had given her.

It took her thirty minutes to get to his place, and she was slightly shocked. He lived on the outskirts of Forks, the only house for several miles. It was a small ranch-style home. The wooden walls had been painted mint green, and a dark gray fence ran along the porch and down the front steps. The window frames and the door were both black. It was a delightful blend of traditional and modern. Flowers bloomed in boxes hanging from both the roof and fencing, a brick path leading from the drive up to the steps. Green grass sprawled around her, blue and yellow flowers lining the borders.

Immediately, Rose loved it.

By the time she had put the handbrake on, Emmett had emerged from the front door. He was wearing a t-shirt, jeans and trainers. He looked delicious.

She got out of the car and was unable to keep the massive smile from her face.

"Hey," he greeted. When he got close enough, his arms wrapped around her, and he pressed a kiss to her cheek. "You found me alright, then?"

"Yeah." Rose looked around. "This place is so secluded."

"It means no one can hear you scream."

Coming from anyone else, that would have been creepy as fuck. Coming from Emmett? Well, Rose had to rub her legs together, the seam of her jeans providing her with a few seconds of relief from the pleasure racing through her.

Rose pulled her bag from the backseat, and ever the gentleman, Emmett took it from her and led her towards the house.

Just before Emmett opened the door, he turned to Rose. "You still alright with dogs?"

"Yes," Rose said, giving him a slightly questioning look.

"Good."

He pushed the front door open, taking Rose by the hand and leading her into his home.

Rose didn't even have a second to look around before something large and black bounded over to her.

"Hi!" Rose greeted. She immediately sunk to her knees as the dog sniffed at her. A cold nose was rubbed over her cheeks and forehead before trailing down her shirt.

"Hera! Behave!" Emmett commanded, although his voice was light. "Rose, this is Hera."

"Hi, Hera! It's so nice to meet you!" Hera raised her head to look at Rose and shoved her face against Rose's neck, the wetness tickling her skin and making her giggle. "She's so lovely."

"She is very friendly," Emmett remarked as Hera promptly rolled onto her stomach, and Rose tickled her chest.

"How old is she?" Rose asked, her hand rubbing over the white patch on her chest. Now Hera was on her back, Rose could get a better look at her. Her ears were upright and pointy. She had a long slender body with long legs and small paws. Her snout was pointed, and her long tail thumped happily against the floor.

"Four. But you wouldn't know it. She still acts like a puppy."

Rose nodded and smiled gleefully as Hera lolled on the floor, completely happy to let Rose fuss at her.

"Come here, boy," she heard Emmett coo, and she turned to the right to see a smaller black dog creeping towards them. His head was down slightly, and his eyes wary.

He approached Emmett, who had crouched down and let him run his large hand over his face.

"Good boy," Emmett soothed. He turned to look at Rose. "And this is Bruce."

"Hi Bruce," Rose said in a much softer tone than the one she had used to address Hera. "You're so handsome."

Bruce was completely black all over with slightly pointed ears that flopped over at the tips. He was somewhat smaller than Hera, with a softer nose and straighter tail.

"He's a bit shy," Emmett explained as Bruce continued to look at her, not moving from Emmett's side. "Can I have your hand?"

Rose held it out to Emmett, palm upwards, slightly confused as to what he was going to do.

Emmett gently turned her palm downwards and held it out to Bruce, keeping his fingers around Rose's.

Bruce looked at her hand and then at Emmett.

"It's alright," he cooed again, stroking a hand over the top of his head and down his back, finishing the movement with a scratch to his bottom. "Rose doesn't bite." He shot her a wink, and she bit back a giggle. Bruce seemed so fragile; she didn't want to scare him.

Deciding to be brave, Bruce tentatively moved forward and nudged the back of Rose's hand with his wet nose.

Emmett's fingers tightened around hers, yet his expression was unreadable.

When Rose didn't move and didn't react, he sniffed her hand, the sensation of his twitching nose tickling her skin slightly.

A small giggle did escape her mouth that time, and the corners of Emmett's lips turned upwards.

Then, in a move that surprised Rose, Bruce licked her hand.

"Oh!"

Emmett chuckled, and Bruce sat down, his body still next to Emmett's but his eyes on Rose's.

"Are we friends now?" Rose asked.

As if he could understand her, Bruce's tail thumped against the floor.

"Yeah, you're friends," Emmett said, his hand running over Bruce's silky black fur.

Rose opened her mouth to respond when Hera flipped herself onto her stomach and nudged her head against Rose's side.

"Yes, Hera. We haven't forgotten about you." Emmett gave Rose's hand a final squeeze before releasing her fingers. He reached across and splayed his large hand across Hera's back.

His blue eyes shone with joy, and when he looked at Rose, a large smile spread across his face, his dark blonde hair falling across his face slightly.

She was sure she stopped breathing temporarily.

Three hours later, Rose and Emmett sat on the desk in the backyard, watching as Hera and Bruce chased each other around the large, lush garden. The sun had started to dip behind the horizon, casting a soft orange glow over the.

Before coming to sit outside, Emmett had given her a tour of the house. It was small, with only two bedrooms but cosy. She'd been in awe of the natural stone fireplace and dark grey kitchen with oak countertops. Her amazement had only increased when Emmett revealed that he had built this place himself.

After the tour, Emmett had cooked dinner for them; spaghetti with homemade salad and garlic bread. It was delicious.

And that brought them to now.

Rose had a glass of red wine in her hand with her sock covered feet underneath her. They were sat on some rattan furniture, Emmett on one side of the couch and Rose on the other.

She took a sip of her wine. "How'd you end up with two dogs?"

Emmett smiled as if he recalled a fond memory. "I got Hera when she was about six months old. One of my mom's friends brought her and couldn't cope. Said she was too excitable." He shook his head. "She was six months old with no training; what did they expect? Anyway, I started taking her to training classes. After a couple of weeks, Bruce came. He was from a local shelter, and he was so nervous. They thought training classes might be a good way to socialize him. Well, he didn't interact with anyone apart from Hera and I. So, I decided to foster him, get his confidence up and then find him another home." He paused. "That was three and half years ago—so you could say I'm a bit of a foster fail."

The story made Rose smile. "That's so sweet."

"What can I say? They both needed help, and I was more than happy to provide it."

"Well, they're lovely dogs." Hera had stuck to Rose like glue, always wanting to be next to her and even waiting outside the toilet when she went. Bruce had warmed up to Rose. She'd been able to give him a little tickle earlier, and when Emmett had gotten up to clear the table, he'd leant against her leg.

Emmett glanced at them as they both loped towards the house, panting with their tongues out. He looked down at his watch and then back at Rose. "They're getting tired now." His eyes bore into hers. "It's almost time for bed."

Despite the warm night, goosebumps slid across her skin. "Am I sleeping in the spare bedroom?"

"Abso-fucking-lutely not." His eyes blazed with heat.

Rose blew out a breath. "Good." Her voice was quiet and shaky, but she meant it with her entire body.

Emmett looked back towards the dogs as they stepped onto the deck. "Bedtime, pups."

They both ran inside, and Emmett turned his attention to Rose. Holding his hand out, he waited.

Without hesitation, Rose took it.

Emmett pulled her to her feet and led her back into the house. "Go into the bedroom; I'm just going to put the dogs to bed."

Rose nodded as he pressed a kiss to her forehead and then set about giving the dogs some fresh water as they settled down on their dog beds in the living room.

Walking down the hallway and into his bedroom, Rose felt the rush of anticipation flow over her skin and through her veins. Emmett didn't have a 'play room', instead choosing to use his bedroom. Against the far wall was a large bed, black and grey sheets covering the mattress. Either side sat two bedside tables. There was a black leather esse at the end of his bed, stainless steel metal attachments at the head and foot, enabling ropes to be used in conjunction with the chair. To the left was a series of large fitted wardrobes. Earlier, Emmett told her the far right one held his collection of toys. Rose had yet to see what was in there, but she had a feeling she would like whatever he had.

She had no more time to contemplate as she heard Emmett's footsteps down the hall before the door closed behind her.

Rose turned to face him, swallowing hard as she did.

He held his hand out to her. "Come here."

Automatically, Rose walked towards him, her legs carrying her across the room.

When she was close enough, Emmett wrapped his arms around her, cementing her to his chest. One large hand wrapped around her waist whilst his other caressed her face, his thumb stroking over her cheek as he gazed into her eyes.

"You can stop this at any time, Rose. I won't be mad. Not now, or five minutes from now. Even if in five days you decide this isn't something you want, that's fine. I'm not going to push you. Everything is on your terms."

Emmett's eyes were so sincere and so honest that Rose was wholly lost in them and him. She noticed how they were a darker blue on the outside, getting lighter towards his iris. They were beautiful. He was beautiful.

"I want this," she told him, hoping her eyes conveyed just how much she wanted this. "I want you."

His thumb coasted across her lips and chin. "The feeling is completely mutual."

Emmett's eyes darted to her lips, his pupils dilating. At that moment, Rose was so sure that he was going to kiss her. The hairs on her arms stood up, and she licked her lips in anticipation. Her nipples strained against the soft cotton of her bra, and she felt herself take a step towards him, connecting their bodies from chest to thigh. His jeans tented, and she could feel the rough material against her belly. It made her dizzy with want.

Just when Rose thought he was going to kiss her, to lean down and capture her lips, to sweep his tongue across hers and demand access, Emmett pulled back slightly.

"Come on." He grinned at her. "Let's have a bath."

Rose breathed out a disappointed breath. "Alright."

He took her hand and led her into the adjoining bathroom.

"Holy shit!" Rose exclaimed when he turned the light on. She knew the bathroom was here, but she'd used the one in the main house, not Emmett's ensuite when she'd gone earlier.

The bathroom was roomy and modern, a large shower taking up one wall as a double sink and toilet took up another. Then, across from the door was a huge bathtub. Huge. Fucking massive. It could fit at least four people. And that was a generous estimate. It was sunk into the floor, and Rose could see what appeared to be jets on the side of it.

"You like?" Emmett asked.

"I'll never leave!"

Emmett nuzzled the side of her face. "Fine by me."

As Rose tried to breathe through the excitement racing through her at those simple words, Emmett left her side and went over the bath. He knelt down next to it and turned the taps on, testing the water with his hand before deeming it warm enough and securing the plug in place.

When Emmett stood to his full height, Rose had to remind herself to breathe. He was an amazing specimen of a man.

"Will you let me undress you?" His voice was low and quiet in the room, despite the water splashing into the tub. But she heard him loud and clear.

Unfortunately, her mouth chose that moment to stop working, and all she could do was nod.

Slowly, Emmett crossed the room, stopping when he was about two feet from her.

"We can stop any time you want, Rose."

She nodded.

And then Emmett leaned forward, the backs of his fingers stroking her cheek.

"You're so beautiful."

His fingers trailed lower, sliding over the slender column of her neck and down to her chest. With a gentleness she didn't know such a large man could possess, Emmett undid the buttons of her plaid button-down, exposing the white tank top she wore underneath. When all the buttons were undone, his hands slid up her arms, the warmth of his palms making her shiver. He stopped when he got to her shoulders, and his hands slipped under the button-down. He pushed it from her shoulders and let it drop to the floor, his eyes never leaving hers.

Standing there in her white tank top and jeans, Rose felt vulnerable. But she wasn't scared. She was fucking wet.

Time to thank Jgaff and Pearly Fox. Honestly, not only are they wonderful people but fabulous writers too. Please go and read their works.

This is actually a double-posting week. Chapter six will be going up on Saturday so make sure you mark your calendars!