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Chapter Fifteen: Thursday
Thursday passed fairly quickly for Rose. She had spent most of the morning in various meetings, had a late lunch, and then spent the afternoon finishing off some odd jobs and things she needed to do for a few exhibitions.
When she entered her apartment on Thursday, and her phone rang, Rose, at first, thought it would be Emmett, but instead, Bella's name flashed up.
"Hi, Bella," she greeted.
"I need a drink, Clearwaters?"
"I've just got in, but give me ten minutes to get changed, and I'll be over."
"Thank fuck!" was all Bella said before she hung up the phone.
When Rose got to Clearwater's, once again, she was the last to arrive, and from the drinks on the table, shit had happened.
"Okay, Rose is here; start talking, pretty lady," Rachel said.
There was no greeting—they didn't need to do that, and from the look on Bella's face, it was clear that she had a lot to get off her chest.
"Do you remember on Monday when I said my mom was building up to something?" Bella's words were measured and calculated. "Well, I know what it is."
Esme, Kate, Rachel, and Rose all sat silently, waiting for Bella to reveal what her mother was plotting this time.
"She's signed me up for online dating and has been pretending to be me!"
Rose felt her eyebrows hit her hairline as Bella handed her phone around the room. On the screen was a photo of Bella, along with her age, and a supposed 'about' section.
"What the fuck?" Rachel asked. "I'm a fun-loving girl who can't wait to start a family?" she read out loud before looking at Bella. "Something you want to tell us, Bells?" There was the slightest hint of humor in her voice. But Bella's face was anything but humorous… she actually looked murderous.
"How do you do it?" she asked, her question aimed at Kate and Rachel. "How do you have good relationships with your parents?" They were the only two out of the group who actually spoke to their parents regularly.
Kate shrugged her shoulders. "I just do. They've never tried to force me to be anyone I'm not, and they respect my choices." Kate's parents were quite simply the best. They'd been together since they were fourteen. Kate's mum—Belinda—was a nurse, and her father—Bernie—was a retired school bus driver.
"My dads are just… chill about everything." Nothing could be truer. Rachel's dads, yes plural, were some of the most laid back men that Rose had ever met. They weren't phased by anything. And they adored Paul.
Talking about parents always made Rose reflect on her own relationship with her family. When she was younger, life seemed so much less complicated. Joseph Hale had gotten a job at the bank when he was twenty-one years old and had worked his way up the ranks. His wife, Loretta, was a house-proud housewife. Throughout Rose's formative years, she had memories upon memories of her mother cleaning and tidying, constantly making sure that the house was 'presentable' should they have any unexpected guests. But she always had time for her children. Rose's brother often went to karate and chess club whilst Rose had horse riding lessons. In the summer months, they would go for picnics or long walks at sunset. In winter, it would be drinking hot chocolate around a fire.
After the trial, Rose had struggled to come to terms with the new relationship or lack of familial ties that she had. Her parents had been so ashamed of her, her mother calling her all the names under the sun. Her father had looked at her with pure disappointment in her eyes. And her brother had pushed her to the side, striding past her as if she was nothing more than a stranger.
Her family has disowned her, and she became a ghost. In the beginning, Rose had tried everything to get into contact with them; phone calls, emails, and letters.
And after a few weeks of not hearing anything, Rose gave up.
"What are you thinking?" Rachel asked, noting Rose's silence.
"Just about my parents and my brother."
Esme reached across the table and gently touched Rose's hand. Esme was probably the only person around the table who could relate. She'd gotten married at twenty-one years old to a man who had never really loved her. When she'd suggested that they explore more of a BDSM lifestyle, he'd shamed her. Esme left three days later, and her parents had done everything to try and made her go back to him. Once she'd finalised the divorce, her parents had refused to speak to her.
"I'm not upset," Rose began, seeing the look on her friend's faces. "I'm really not. I know that how they treated me is a reflection of them, not me. But it's just a bit ridiculous, isn't it? They say blood is thicker than water… and yet that's not the case."
"I've always said you've been more of a family to me than my own family," Esme agreed as Bella nodded.
"Well, look and Paul and me. I'm adopted, and Paul's closer to his stepmom than his actual mom—he calls her 'Ma'," Rachel said. "I'm convinced you choose your family… and Rose, we've chosen you."
A huge smile broke out across Rose's face. "I'm perfectly fine with that."
"Now that we've had our little sappy moment—what are we going to do about Renee?" Kate asked.
A wicked grin crossed Rachels' face. "Give me your phone," she told Bella. "I have an idea."
If Rose hadn't been Rachel's friend, she would have been terrified of what was about to happen.
When Emmett rang that night, Rose was a hot needy mess.
"I've been waiting for this all day, Rosie," Emmett said in lieu of a greeting.
"Me too," she admitted, her voice slightly breathless.
"My cock has been ready to burst right out of my jeans—all because of you."
His words made her flush with desire.
"Are you wet?"
She whimpered. "Yes."
"Are the lips of your pussy all puffy and swollen?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Good."
Rose heard him shifting, and then he released a shaky breath.
"Is my toy close to you?"
Rose glanced at the black object that was next to her on the bed. "Yes."
"Good. I want you to get on your hands and knees."
Anticipation made Rose's heart beat faster.
Doing as he commanded, Rose got to her hands and knees, making sure that her phone and the toy were both close by. "I'm in position, Sir."
"Use one of your hands to play with your pretty nipples, Rosie. Pinch them for me. Roll them into tight peaks."
Rose lifted her hand from the bed and brought it up to her breast. At first, she simply cupped the mound, feeling the weight in her hands before she focused her attention on her nipple.
Ghosting her fingers over the tip made a shiver run through her. Her fingers circled the peak for a few passes, and then she pinched them, taking a sharp breath as her pussy clenched.
"Does it feel good?" Emmett asked. His voice was gravelly and thick.
Rose had to remind herself to breathe. "Oh yes, Sir."
"There's not much of warm-up tonight, Rosie. I can't sit here and listen to you make those delicious noises without blowing my load all over my chest, and I don't want to do that. So, tickle your clit for me."
Greedily, her fingers found her clit. It was swollen and so sensitive. "Good, so good!" she choked out.
In response, Emmett hissed. "I want to suck your clit into my mouth," he groaned.
"I want that too," Rose admitted, her voice quiet and breathless. Her free hand, the one that wasn't strumming her clit like she was a bass guitarist, felt weak against the bed, her fingers clenching into the bedspread.
"Fuck. My cock's glistening, Rosie. I wish it were your saliva on the tip of my cock."
It was like he was some kind of magical creature; he always knew what to say to her.
"I bet fucking your mouth is going to feel like heaven on Earth."
Her mouth watered—it actually fucking watered.
"Will you take my cock, Rose? Will you let me fuck that beautiful mouth of yours? Watch my cum dribble down your chin."
"Oh, God!" Rose cried as a rush of liquid flowed between her legs, and her eyes closed against the onslaught of downright erotic images that danced in her head.
It was as if Emmett were awakening things inside her that had been dormant for so long; she was a puppet, and he the puppet master. She was powerless against him. Her body was his to do with as he pleased.
"Get my toy, Rosie. Fuck yourself with it, whatever setting you want—just put it inside your pussy."
Reaching blindly for the toy, Rose turned it on and inserted the thick tip straight inside her, her slick walls easily accommodating the girth.
"Oh!" she mewled. No longer able to support herself, Rose let the top part of her body drop to the bed, her fingers still grasping the bedspread as her other hand fucked herself with the toy.
"Fuck yourself fast and hard, Rosie. No holding back."
Furiously, Rose did as he asked and fucked herself on the toy. She pistoned it in and out, loving the way the rabbit ears caressed her clit, harsh when she rammed the toy deep inside and then lighter when she pulled it out.
She scrunched her eyes closed so tight that she saw a blinding light behind them. Her nipples scratched against the bed, and her toes curled. Her mouth dropped open, and her hair fell in a blonde mess around her.
Whimpers and cries of pleasure fell from her mouth, pleasure tingling at every cell in her body.
"That's it," Emmett encouraged, the sound of him manipulating his own cock in the background. "Fuck yourself."
There was a pressure at the base of her spine, and then her pussy trembled.
"May I cum, Sir?"
His response surprised her. "No. Not yet."
A frustrated whine fell from her mouth, but her hand continued to pump the vibrating toy in and out of herself. The bulbous head spread her wide, her juices beginning to drip down her own folds.
Her toes clenched tight, and Rose could feel the muscles in her legs go tight. The kind of tightness you get before a cramp hits.
"Sir!" It was a beg. It was a complaint. It was a question. All three rolled into one. She felt on the edge, desperate.
"Not yet," Emmett groaned.
And Rose wondered what he looked like. She hoped he was sat on the leather esse, frantically pumping his enormous cock. He'd have his head thrown back, the muscles straining as pleasure flamed through his body. His teeth would be gritted, and his eyes would be closed tightly. A bead of cum would trickle out of the tip and down the long veined length before Emmett used it as lube.
"Please!" The images in her mind did nothing to stifle the pleasure. They added to it, fanning the flames until Rose felt as if she would spontaneously combust.
"Shitting fuck!" Emmett shouted.
Rose's stomach contracted, and she knew she was going to have to pull the toy away soon. Her orgasm was incoming. It was going to be hard and fast. And she didn't have permission.
Just when she thought he wasn't going to give her the pleasure of an orgasm, Emmett bellowed his instructions. "Now! Cum now!"
One hard thrust of the rabbit inside her and Rose careened over the edge and into the blissful abyss. Pleasure charged through her until eventually, she had to take the toy away, the vibrations too much for her overly-sensitive body.
"Oh my God," Emmett breathed.
"Mhm," she agreed, her eyes feeling ridiculously heavy as light spasms continued throughout her body.
"Please tell me you're coming over right after work?" Emmett asked, his voice almost hoarse.
"I was—" Her mouth was so dry from the open-mouthed position that she'd held that Rose had to swallow and lick her lips. "I was going to come home first, pack a bag and then come over."
"Pack a bag in the morning," Emmett pleaded. "Please. And then come straight over from work."
A smile graced her face. It was nice—well, more than nice—to know that Emmett seemed to be as into her as she was to him.
"Okay," she agreed quietly, a calmness settling over her.
"Good," Emmett responded. "And I swear to God, Rosie—this weekend, there's going to be fireworks."
Thank you Pearly Fox!
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