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Chapter Eleven: Sunday
Sunday morning came around much sooner than Rose would have liked. It meant she had to get ready to return home. And honestly? She didn't want to. She had thoroughly enjoyed being Emmett. He made her body tingle in all the best ways. He was intelligent, funny, kind, and handsome.
After she'd woken up from her nap yesterday, they'd ordered Chinese and watched some more television. It was wonderfully relaxing.
They'd gone to bed and talked some more. Emmett told her stories of his childhood, what it was like growing up as the only boy with three sisters and what it was like living with his grandparents. Rose told him about her time training with Marcus and Didyme; how watching their relationship shaped her own expectations.
When she got quiet, her mind drifting back to that single request that would change everything, Emmett didn't push her. She still wasn't ready to tell him.
Being the amazing man he was, Emmett had changed the subject and asked Rose what her favorite book was. That was a difficult question for her. How could a person have one favorite? She'd rambled about To Kill a Mockingbird but how she had never read the sequel, fearing it would change her opinion of the book. And then she spoke about another book, The House of the Spirits. It wasn't a happy book; there was plenty of sadness in it. But the writer had a way with words, and she'd been captured from the beginning. Finally, she spoke about Anne Frank's Diary. The heartbreak she felt whilst reading it, knowing what happened but still needing to finish it anyway.
The entire time, Emmett just let her talk, a smile on his face.
"What about you?" Rose had asked, feeling like she'd talked too much.
"How can you pick just one?" His grin told her he was teasing.
Not long after, she'd fallen asleep, her back against Emmett's chest as his fingers drew lazy patterns on his arm.
In the morning, Emmett had woken up with breakfast in bed; pancakes and orange juice.
It was perfect.
After breakfast, Rose had gotten dressed. When she emerged, Emmett was perched on the arm of the chair, his arms crossed over the expanse of his chest.
"Come 'ere," he told her, opening his arms.
Rose stepped straight into them, wrapping her own around his neck. She played with the hairs at the base of the skull, loving the fluffiness of them. They were only short and had a slight wave to them. Rose suspected that if he grew his hair any longer, curls would form.
"Are you up for trying something this week?"
Shifting on her feet, nervous excitement making her heart thrum, Rose nodded.
Emmett gave her a coy smile and stood. Gently tugging on her hand, he led her from the living room and into his bedroom.
Possibilities of what was about to happen ran through Rose's head. Was Emmett going to fuck her? Make sure that she remembered her time here with him (even though she would anyway)? Was he going to ask her to suck his cock? Her throat throbbed. He was long and thick, and Rose had no doubt that he'd hit the back of her throat. Would he want to come down her throat? Would he taste salty? Or maybe he wanted to come across her tits? That last thought appeared to her, his hot cum dripping over her pebbled nipples as Emmett looked on, desire evident in his eyes.
Rubbing her thighs together, Rose tried not to get too caught up in her thoughts. He may not have brought her into her for any of that.
As it turns out, he didn't.
Emmett stopped them in front of his far-right wardrobe—the one that contained the toys. He stood behind her, his hands encircling her stomach until his chest was pressed tightly against her back.
Placing his mouth at her ear, when Emmett spoke, his voice was low. "You know that this is my toy cupboard. I want you to open it." He moved her long hair out of the way and kissed the left side of her neck. "Pick a toy out." Emmett placed his lips on the other side of her neck, underneath her ear, making her knees weak. "I want you to take it home with you. And every night, I'll ring you and listen as you fuck yourself with it."
Heat. Pure fucking heat. It went straight to her core, her pussy clenching in the most delicious way as his words played out in her mind.
She'd be laid on her bed, completely naked, her right hand wrapped around a toy that was deep inside her cunt as Emmett's gravelly voice spoke words of filth into her ear.
A whimper left her mouth, and her clit felt so swollen, it was almost uncomfortable. Desperately, Rose wanted some friction against her nub. Hard or soft, she didn't care, but she needed something.
"Please," she whispered.
"Please, what?" His breath was hot against her neck, her entire body coiled tight.
"Touch me, please."
"I am touching you."
He was infuriating. And sexy as hell. And Rose wanted him so badly.
As it was, she didn't need to say the words that were on the tip of her tongue as both of Emmett's hands slipped under her t-shirt, the soft, hot pads caressing her belly.
Rose sucked in a breath, her stomach trembling.
Tortuously, his fingers ambled their way up her body, stopping when he got to the underwire of her bra. He traced it, and then his fingers moved upwards to the yellow cups that currently encased her breasts.
"Are your nipples hard?" His voice was thick and throaty, giving away just how much their interaction was affecting him.
"Yes," she whimpered.
Through her bra, his greedy hands grasped at her breasts. "Will you let me feel them? Pinch them, Rosie?"
"Yes, please… Sir." She added the 'Sir' for extra measure.
"Fuck." Emmett's groan was guttural, and his large fingers were inside her bra before she could dwell any more on just how sexy his voice was.
He wasn't gentle, and he didn't waste any time. His fingers plucked at her nipples like she was his own personal guitar and her nipples the strings. Emmett rolled the peaks simultaneously, pinching them lightly before he released them and then flicked them.
Rose's upper body went lax, and she leaned back against Emmett, her hands going behind her to grasp at his hair. She was using him as an anchor.
Unabatingly, his erection pressed against the top of her back, his joggers doing nothing to hide the rigid flesh.
Unable to stop herself, Rose gyrated her hips, rubbing back against the head of his cock.
"Shit," Emmett swore again.
Emmett removed his fingers from her bra almost reluctantly but not before he gave them a quick pinch. His hands fanned down her stomach and out from underneath her t-shirt. He smoothed the wrinkled fabric down and placed an open-mouthed kiss on her neck.
"Go and pick out a toy from either of the top two drawers," he told her gruffly, sending her on her way with a quick pat to her ass.
It sent a thrill through her. And made her smile.
On wobbly legs, Rose made her way towards the large dark wooden cupboard. Opening it, she saw that the top half was set back, hooks taking up most of the space with various toys hanging from the hooks; floggers, paddles, handcuffs, blindfolds, rope—it was all there.
Running her eyes over the objects, Rose pushed down the panic she felt at the whip and cat o' nine tails. Emmett didn't mention anything about using them on her, so there was no need to worry. No need to panic. No need to go back to that dark place.
Rose saw that there were five built in drawers underneath the toy selection, the top three shallower than the bottom two. She placed her hands on the two pewter knobs of the first drawer. The cold metal helped ground her and remind her she was here, with Emmett—she was safe.
Slowly, pulling open the drawer, Rose revealed five vibrators laid out, all in different colors and sizes, each having a different purpose. The first two were basic clitoral stimulators, small and easy to use. One was black and the other red. The next three toys were vibrators, each getting slightly bigger in size, the smallest and thinnest on the left and the thickest and longest on the right.
"Pick whichever toy you want, Rosie," Emmett told her.
She turned slightly, watching him watch her. His eyes never left her, and she could see him waiting for her to make a decision.
Curious about what was in the second drawer, Rose opened it. Instantly, she knew what she wanted to use.
There were three toys in the drawer. One was a magic wand, the thick end inviting as Rose thought about it against her clit. The second was a 'u' shaped toy, one end wider than the other. The thick end went inside a woman's pussy. The thinner end rested against the clit providing two forms of stimulation.
But it was the third toy that Rose wanted. It was the third toy that had her pussy clenching in anticipation. It was a black rabbit vibrator. The two little rabbit ears called to her—double stimulation against her clit—whilst the long silicone cock ending in a bulbous head would reach all those places inside her.
Reaching forward, Rose clasped the toy in her hand. It was weightier than she expected, and her fingers just fit around the base.
Turning to Emmett, she presented her choice.
Rationally, she knew that he had told her to pick what she wanted. Yet, she still wanted him to be pleased with her selection.
She had nothing to worry about. Emmett beamed at her, his smile wide.
"Good choice." His voice rumbled through his chest, and Rose puffed her own out in pride.
She relished in his praise.
"Let me explain the rules to you.."
They met halfway across the room, Emmett's thick fingers wrapping over her digits that were encased around the toy.
It felt oddly erotic.
"Every night, starting tomorrow, I'm going to ring you at a certain time." Emmett's voice was deep, penetrating. "You're going to answer your phone and do exactly what I'll tell you. Is that clear?"
Rose nodded before she could form the words. "Yes, Sir."
He pinned her with his eyes. "How does that make you feel?"
"Wet." It was a whimper, a plea, a moan—all three rolled into one.
"Excellent."
She relished in his praise. Soaking it up like the sun on a warm day. It nuzzled at her skin, coating her with a feeling of pride.
"If you want to stop at any time, use your safe word."
Rose nodded.
"What is your safe word, Rosie?"
"Red."
"Good. And if for any reason you can't take my call, let me know as soon as possible."
"I will," Rose said as she nodded. She didn't want to disappoint him.
"Who do your orgasms belong to?"
"You, Sir." Rose kept her eyes on his. That was something in the contract that she found… not off per se but different. Most of the Doms she knew liked their subs to keep their eyes to the ground, only looking at them when commanded. Emmett was the opposite. He wanted her eyes on him all the time unless he specified otherwise.
That suited Rose just fine. His eyes were beautiful. They weren't just a single shade of blue but several interwoven; dark blue, sky blue, baby blue, azure—all different strands of color. She felt like she could get lost in them for hours.
Emmett took the toy from her and threw it on the bed, his large hands framing her face.
His eyes flicked from each of hers. "Color?"
She appreciated it every time he asked. Because he was checking on her, making sure that what he was doing was okay, that he wasn't going too fast or pushing her.
"Green."
A smile formed on his lips just seconds before he kissed her. His mouth slanted over hers. Emmett pulled her lower lip into his mouth, and he sucked.
And that's when Rose felt like she was falling. Like she had lost all control.
A wanton moan—that's really the only way to describe it—left her mouth, and her hands went to his beefy waist.
Emmett's tongue glided into her mouth, thoroughly claiming her as every single thing that wasn't Emmett drifted away and out of Rose's mind. She became solely concerned with Emmett: how he smelled, how he tasted, how he felt. All of it.
She was going to savour this kiss. He wasn't going to be around for another week. He'd ring her, his seductive voice coaxing pleasure from her. But it wasn't the same. It wasn't the same as having his large hands on, his tongue in her mouth, and his cock at her thigh. This kiss would have to do until next weekend.
When he pulled away, his tongue stroking across hers one last time, Rose whimpered, her body following his.
Emmett kissed her once more, a chaste peck to her lips. Yet, Rose was still left with a deep sense of longing.
Placing his longer fingers underneath her chin, Emmett encouraged Rose to open her eyes. "Let me see those gorgeous eyes."
Her eyelids fluttered open. She was almost positive that her pupils were blown wide with lust, her chest heaving with deep breaths, and her thighs trembling with want.
"You did really well this weekend."
Basking in his praise, Rose let it sweep over her.
"I had a lovely time," she told him, not quite believing that Sunday had rolled around quite so quickly.
"Good." In an intimate gesture, Emmett leaned down and rested his forehead against hers, kissing her nose as he did.
She knew their time was drawing to an end. Rose had to get back home and prepare for work tomorrow; she had a folder of research to pull together, and Emmett had some construction plans he needed to look over.
For now, whilst she was in his arms, she would enjoy it.
Although, part of her was very excited for what next week would bring. The thought of Emmett bringing her to orgasm over the phone as she fucked herself with his toy? Well, that definitely inspired something inside her.
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