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Chapter Twelve: Monday

When Rose woke on Monday morning, she was tired. She had spent most of the night tossing and turning. There was one part of her that missed Emmett's warm body next to her—something she wasn't expecting, even though they had only spent two nights together. And the other part had been wondering what tonight would bring.

She wondered what Emmett would ask her to do, how she'd respond.

The black rabbit sat ominously on her side table, almost taunting her.

Rose had to look away from it. Just looking at the toy made her breasts tingle with excitement.

It seemed that Emmett cajoled that reaction out of her.

Rose's phone dinged from the side table, and she reached across, smiling when she saw that it the group text she and her friends had set up. Rachel had mockingly called it 'Subbies', but the name had stuck.

Clearwater's tonight for dinner? Esme had typed.

Rose watched as her friends all quickly typed their replies out.

She followed with hers.

Great - usual time?

Oh, yes—get ready for questions, Rachel text, a winky face at the end.

A giggle slipped out of her throat.

Of course, her friends would want to know all the dirty details. Rose actually felt excited at the prospect of telling them. After the incident, Rose didn't like to talk about the BDSM lifestyle, but now she was getting back into this, it would be nice to share her weekend with them.

Bring them on, she responded, feeling sassy and confident.

Rose put her phone down and got ready for work.

Usually, she wore pantsuits but today… Well, today, she fancied wearing something different. And so Rose pulled out a grey dress that had been in the back of her closet for the last year. She chose to pair it with some black tights and black heels.

At first, after Rose had slid the material over her body, Rose took a second. It felt foreign. She'd struggled to wear dresses after the incident, their voices ricocheting around her head about how she was a tease for wearing the dress she'd worn. Slowly, over time, Rose began wearing them again—but never for work. Only for formal events. The majority of the people she worked with were men, and Rose knew they wouldn't hurt her on a rational level. But that didn't stop the fear inside her head that nagged at her, that whispered in her ear, and made her feel suspicious of any man.

Today was different, though. Emmett had instilled confidence in her.

Standing tall, Rose felt different—a good different.

Strangely enough, Rose was the last person to arrive at Clearwater's, a rarity.

When she walked in, Seth waved at her. Then, heading over to their usual table, Rose saw that Bella, Kate, Esme, and Rachel had their heads together, talking in hushed tones.

"Gossiping about me?" Rose joked, smiling as she put her bag down.

"Of course," Rachel joked, reaching over and giving Rose a one-armed hug.

"How have you all been?" Rose asked.

"Marking is kicking my ass," Esme complained. She did look tired.

"My boss got a new puppy, and his wife demanded he bring it to work. Of course, it peed over everything."

Rose wrinkled her nose as Kate cackled.

"My new client is starting up a phone sex company, so I get to look at pictures of hot men all day." A wicked grin crossed Rachel's face. "It's driving Paul insane."

Bella was quiet, and then she spoke. "My mom wants to come and visit."

Rose felt her nose scrunch up. Renee Dwyer was a force to be reckoned with. Bella and her mother had a complicated relationship. Renee was a nice woman—she was. She just didn't understand her daughter.

Bella's parents had divorced when she was a little girl, and she'd spent the next sixteen years spending six months at a time with each of them. Then, when she turned seventeen, her mother had remarried, and he—Phil—needed to travel for his job. So Bella opted to live with her dad full time and allow her mom to travel with Phil.

Living with her dad made Bella realise a lot of things. Like she was the child in the relationship, not the mother. Bella should have someone taking care of her, not the other way around.

Charlie gave her her teenage years back, and Bella made friends, went to college and fell in love.

It became very apparent the next time that Bella saw her mom that they were different people. Renee was happy being a housewife, following her husband around the country, and doting on him. But Bella didn't want that for her and her relationship with Edward. She wanted a job and a career.

"Is she staying with you?" Kate asked.

Bella shook her head. "Nope. She's staying in a hotel."

"Well, at least she won't be around you 24/7," Esme tried to offer up.

The last time Renee had come to stay, she'd stayed with Edward and Bella, and the result?

Well, the less said, the better. But Bella saw her mother in a different light that day.

Worrying her bottom lip with her teeth, Rose could see that something more was bothering Bella. "What's going on, Bells?"

"I think she's building up to something. And I don't want her here when she starts. At least if she pisses me off over the phone, I can hang up." She gave a little chuckle at the end, but Rose knew she was upset.

"Why do you think she's building up to something?" Rachel asked.

Bella looked at the table as if she were debating whether or not to tell them. "She started asking if Edward and I were going to get married. And when I said we weren't thinking about it, she told me I needed to find someone who was going to commit to me." That's when the dam burst. "I mean, I'm 26; why the hell do I need to get married now? I don't want that. Maybe in the future, but right now? I'm happy." A stray angry tear left Bella's eye and rolled down her cheek.

All of them got up simultaneously and moved—Kate, Rachel, Esme, Rose; they went and wrapped their arms around Bella.

They didn't say anything. There was nothing they could say.

After a few minutes, Bella gently shrugged them off, "Alright, enough mushy stuff, I'm fine."

Everyone sat back in their seats, and Bella pulled a tissue out from her handbag and gently dabbed at her eyes.

"Okay, enough about me." Dramatically, Bella turned to face Rose. She placed her head in her hand. "I'm waiting."

"For what?" Rose asked, thoroughly confused at the change in conversation.

"We want to hear about your weekend," Rachel said, waggling her eyebrows and cluing Rose in.

Rose felt herself blush. She tried to stop it, but before she could, her cheeks were blooming with heat as flashes of the weekend whipped through her head.

"Oooh!" The table chimed.

"Stop!" Rose felt like a teenager again, telling her friends of the first kiss she had. She felt free and… happy.

"Did you fuck him? Did he fuck you?" Rachel asked with eagerness.

"No, we didn't."

"Oh, that's a shame."

Esme shot Rachel a glare. "No, it's not. It means they're taking things slow and getting to know each other."

"We did dry hump."

A chorus of cheers went around the table.

"I wouldn't call that taking it slow," Kate said, grinning at Rose.

"It was… perfect," Rose said, struggling to find the right word at first. But perfect was what it was. Emmet hadn't pushed her; they'd done at her pace, and she'd loved it. Leaving him had been hard.

Nobody said anything, and Rose watched as her four friends exchanged a look, their eyes going wide.

Bella reached across the table and placed her hand on Rose's. "We're so glad you had a good weekend, Rose."

"Me too," Rose whispered, her voice suddenly thick with emotion.

"How did it feel?" Esme asked.

Rose struggled to put her thoughts into words. "Good. Normal. I don't know. I had such a good time that when I had to leave on Sunday, I was actually sad."

Encouragingly, her friends smiled at her.

"He was so understanding, and when I had this little freakout—" Four sets of eyes turned concerned. "It was nothing big," she continued, hoping to dismiss their worries. "And he was so… good about it."

"He's actually ringing tonight. He wants to play."

As her friends let out screams, their eyes wide and acting like ridiculous teenagers, Rose's heart raced. She had to take a deep breath to calm herself as vignettes of their weekend flashed through her mind.

Suddenly, 9pm couldn't come fast enough.

Emmett rang her at 9pm exactly. She was sitting in bed, the toy mocking her from her bedside table.

"Hello, Rosie," he said down the phone, his voice a deep croon. "How has your day been?"

"Good," she breathed. "Work was busy. I wore a dress today." She wasn't entirely sure why she told him that.

"I bet you looked fucking edible."

Those tingles were back, zinging up and down her spine like hot electricity.

"I went out to dinner with the girls too."

"Did you talk about me?" His voice held a tinge of amusement to it.

"We did."

"All good, I hope."

Rose bit her lip. "Definitely good. How was your day?" She didn't want this conversation to be just about her.

"Long. I kept looking at the clock, wondering when I could get home. I've been waiting for this phone call since you left yesterday."

Rose was pleased that he was just as into this as she was.

"Where are you?" Emmett suddenly asked, his deep voice going lower. In the background, she thought she could hear him moving.

"On my bed."

"Good. What are you wearing?"

"My pajamas."

"Describe them to me." Then, over the phone, she heard his feet shuffling on the carpet, the sound of his light as he flicked it on, and finally, his body sliding against the soft sheets of his bed.

Rose could feel them now, cold cotton against her skin as she got in, Emmett's hard body warm against hers as he got in behind her.

"They're black." She swallowed. "It's a top and short combo. The top has a large red strawberry on it, and the shorts have… two strawberries on each of the ass cheeks."

Down the phone, Emmett groaned low in his throat. "Fuck. I'd love to see you in them. I'd bite your ass through the material."

A whimper escaped from her throat.

"Take them off. I want you completely naked."

Rose did as he asked, putting the phone on loudspeaker so she could hear his shallow breathing.

Getting back on the bed, Rose settled the phone next to her ear, certain she'd need both hands free. "I'm naked, Sir. May I ask a question?"

"Ask away, Rosie."

"Are you naked?"

"Yes, and rock-fucking-hard as well."

Another whimper slipped from her lips as she imagined Emmett naked, hard, and alone in his bed. She wanted to be there, wrap her hand around his cock and pump him. Rose wanted to watch his face as he came, his hot cum thick as it jettisoned across her stomach, a thick liquid across her skin.

"I want you to gently caress your chest, Rose. Just feel your skin underneath your fingers."

As if she was a puppet and he was her puppet master, Rose did exactly as Emmett asked. Her fingertips danced across her red hot skin, tracing across the tops of her breasts.

"Does that feel good?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Now, I want you to suck your finger into your mouth and play with your left nipple. Gentle caress it, turn those sweet tips into tight peaks for me."

"Yessss," Rose hissed. Then, sucking her finger into her mouth, Rose made sure to make a slurping sound, teasing Emmett.

He grunted down the phone.

Slowly, Rose trailed the wet digit down her chest, goosebumps flaring across her skin as she went. Reaching her nipple, Rose ran her finger across it, lightly at first, increasing the pressure with every pass.

Her clit began to grow warm, the muscles in her stomach began to clench as her toes curled.

Four passes over her nipple with a wet finger, and it became taut, the puckered skin straining upwards, almost as if it were begging for more—a warm, wet mouth to engulf it, salivate over it, bite down on it.

"Are they tight, Rosie? Do you wish I were there so I could put my mouth on your nipples?"

"Yes! Yes, Sir!"

"I love hearing you beg," Emmett told her. It sounded like he was talking through gritted teeth. "I can't wait to have you tied up in front of me, begging for my cock."

Delirious. Rose felt fucking delirious, and she hadn't even touched her cunt yet. Her flesh was already swollen, dripping with desire for him.

"Do the same to your right nipple," he commanded.

And Rose complied, repeating the action again, her back arching off the bed slightly.

"Tell me how it feels."

"Good, so good… wish you were here, Sir." The words poured from her. She couldn't control them, lust rolling through her in waves.

"I want to be there, Rose. I want to be in between your thighs, your pussy squeezing my cock and your nipple in my mouth. I want you to cum all over my cock, and then I want to cum over your tits."

His words were like liquid honey, dripping over her, warming her already overheated body.

"Uh." Her hips began to undulate, desperate for some friction to ease the ache that was steadily growing, a fire starting to burn low in her gut.

"I know I'm not there, Rosie, but my toy is."

Oh fuck.

"I want you to grab it and run the head over your clit, then tell me what you see."

His words confused her slightly, but Rose did as she was asked.

Rose took the toy, following his instructions to the letter.

The first time the tip of the silicone cock her clit, Rose cried out.

"Ahh!" She was so pent up. She was so aroused that the simple action sent a ripple of white-hot pleasure through her.

"Fuck. Tell me what the tip of the toy looks like, Rosie."

Reluctantly, Rose glanced down, and that's when she saw it. The black head of the toy was a contrast to her pale skin and light hair. But that wasn't what did it for her. Instead, it was her juices smeared on the end, glistening under the low light of her lamp. Wetness that he had put there.

"It's—it's," the words didn't want to come out. Her mind was foggy. "I can see, my juices are, oh God."

"Tell me, Rosie." Emmett's voice was commanding. "Tell me what you can see."

"The tip of the toy, it's covered in my cum. It's so wet, Sir.."

"Oh, God!"

Rose could imagine what he looked like in that second. She could see him, large hand fisting his thick cock, his head thrown back as the muscles in his neck strained. His eyes would be tightly closed, and the muscles in his thighs would be bulging.

"Turn it on," Emmett panted. "There's a button at the bottom; press it once and put it against your clit."

Powerless to do anything but what he said, Rose obeyed.

The head rotated in small circles, her clit instantly screaming with pleasure. "Oh, God!"

Rose pressed the toy harder against her clit, loving the way it moved. Her nub vibrated with the sensations, driving her wild.

"Is it going to get you there, Rosie? Are you so fucking aroused that the lowest setting is going to make you cum?"

"Yes… yes!" Rose moved the toy ever lower, just a tad, pressing it further towards the back of her clit.

And she was done.

"May I—may I—" Her orgasms weren't hers. She couldn't just cum as and when she wanted. They belonged to Emmett. And Rose needed to ask permission.

But the words wouldn't come (unlike her orgasm). She couldn't get them out. Her mouth only seemed capable of letting out whimpers, and moans, and groans. No words. Nothing coherent.

Yet, Emmett understood. He knew what she wanted to say. What she wanted to ask. "Yes, Rosie. Cum. Jesus Christ, fucking cum right now!"

His words bellowed in her ear, his harsh breath panting down the phone.

Three seconds later Rose exploded. Her thighs shook, her free hand desperately grasping at her bedsheets. Her orgasm tore through her, ripping her apart at the seams as she squeezed her eyes closed so tightly that she saw white. The toy was discarded to the side, vibrating against her thigh.

As Rose began to come down, her entire body riding the high that she'd just experienced, she heard Emmett.

He was hissing down the phone, the sound of wet flesh pounding in the background.

"My cock is so hard for you. I can't wait to have you wrapped around it, pussy, mouth, tits—all of it."

Rose whimpered because God knows she wanted that.

"Oh, God. Fuck, shitting fuck. I'm going to cum. Shit. I'm going to cum so hard."

"Please," Rose found herself whispering, her body too tired to do anything else. "Please cum, Sir."

"Christ!" Emmett roared. He quite literally roared down the phone.

Rose closed her eyes, and a satisfied smile crossed her face.

Weakly, Emmett panted down the phone.

"That was… I have no words," he told her.

It made Rose giggle. She turned the toy off and relaxed into the bed.

"Are you alright, Rosie?"

"Yes."

"I think you've worn me out." His voice was laced with humor. "In a good way."

"You've definitely worn me out." And he had. Rose was tired. But that tiredness felt almost delicious. Her limbs were sleepy, her eyes heavy, and her body satisfied.

"Sleep well, Rose. I'll ring you tomorrow."

"Goodnight, Emmett."

"Goodnight, Rosie—I can't wait for tomorrow night."

"Neither can I."

Special thanks to Pearly Fox.

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