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Chapter Eighteen: Time to Play Part Two

Watching him with wide eyes, Rose waited with bated breath as Emmett circled around the bed. His eyes roved over her body, dark and lustful, taking in every inch of skin that she bared to him.

Emmett handed Rose the toy. Her breathing hitched as their hands brushed, an unspoken promise of so much more to come passing between them.

"You're to do exactly as I say," he said, his voice stern but laced with arousal.

"Yes, Sir," Rose readily agreed.

"Turn the toy on to its lowest setting and drag it across your tits. Left breast first and then right."

Rose followed his instructions to the letter, all the while keeping her eyes on him. A thrill ran through her. It made her nipples painful hard, and her clit throb. She drew her legs together to try and get some relief, but Emmett caught her calf in his large hand.

"Ah-ah," he chided, a playful smile on his face. "Not yet. Not till I say." He stood at the end of the bed and raked his eyes over her—from her head to her toes. "Spread your legs, heels to your ass, just like I instructed you the other day."

Rose moved her feet, feeling the cool sheets of the bed as she did. The position left her exposed, her pussy on full display—it made her feel vulnerable. Yet, under Emmett's dark eyes, she felt beautiful.

Emmett ran a hand over his jaw, the scratch of his stubble making a noise that went straight to her center.

"Fuck, Rosie. You're so beautiful," he breathed. "I can see everything. Your sweet lips are swollen, begging for me. And you clit? God. I want to play with it. Will you let me? Not tonight, but soon. I need to feel it against my tongue."

"Ah," Rose couldn't help the moan that slipped out. She imagined it so clearly. She knew it would feel fucking fantastic. "Yes, Sir. You can have my clit — or anything — whenever you want."

Emmett's eyes left her needy cunt and met her eyes. "I'll bear that in mind," he said. The smirk on his face set off his dimples, making Rosalie's heart race.

A flutter of anticipation ran through Rose.

The toy was resting in between her breasts, a pleasant vibrating sensation coursing through her body.

"Run it down to your stomach and then back up again," Emmett instructed her, his own hand rubbing the back of his neck before he trailed it down his stomach. It's like they were in sync. As Rose moved the toy down her body, Emmett moved his hand down his own body, mirroring her movements.

When she moved the toy back up, Emmett did the same, his breaths labored.

"Now, slowly, put it between your legs, just against your clit, and feel the vibrations, Rosie. Eyes on me the entire time." He added onto the end. His chest was heaving, his cock gloriously hard.

Keeping her eyes on her Dom, Rose trailed the toy down her body and then slipped it between her legs. She had to fight to keep her eyes open. She was so turned on, so slick with want. The low vibrations were enough to have her wanting to arch her back and let them wash over her. But her Sir hadn't commanded that. Not yet, anyway.

When she saw Emmett grasp his cock though, she was more than pleased that she had kept her eyes open. No way she had wanted to miss this show.

His large hand wrapped firmly around his cock, his fingers just meeting as he started at the base and then moved upwards, the skin moving with him. Precum leaked from his tip, and Emmett used it to lube himself up, his skin glistening with each pass of his hand. It was fucking beautiful.

"Do you see what you do to me?" Emmett asked, his voice gravelly. "You make my cock so fucking hard that I can barely think sometimes." He started panting. "I can't wait to bury myself balls deep inside you, Rosie."

Rose's thighs tremored, and her stomach rolled with pleasure. "I want that, Sir," she managed to choke out, the beginnings of an orgasm starting to make her pussy flutter.

"Oh, God," Emmett groaned, violently fisting his cock with one hand as the other grasped his own hair, tugging hard. This moment was so much better than she had ever imagined in her head, seeing him like this, on the verge of losing control.

"Ah, Sir?" Rose's question burned on the tip of her tongue as her clit felt like it was going to explode if she didn't get to come soon.

"In. A. Minute," he barked. "You can come in a minute, Rosie."

Pressing the toy harder against her clit, Rose was fighting a losing battle not to come. Orgasm denial had never been her strong suit. But for Emmett, she'd wait for as long as he asked. She wouldn't fail him. Not on this task, not during their first time together. So Rose focused on him. She focused on the way that Emmett's muscles shifted and moved under his skin, the way his eyebrows pulled together in concentration, and the way that his hand was doing some serious damage to his cock.

Emmett let out a deep groan.

"Sir," Rose began, courage building inside her. "Will you come on my pussy?" Despite fucking herself with his toy, she felt almost embarrassed at asking for such a thing. She wanted him to do it, though, so she'd feel his hot cum on her skin.

"Oh, God!" Emmett moaned, staggering to the side of the bed and looming over her, cock in hand. "I'll do whatever you fucking want," he hissed out. "As long as you come… now!"

Rose was so highly strung that his command reverberated through her body, touching her in the deepest of ways as she arched her back, closed her eyes and embraced the pleasure that cascaded over her like a warm blanket.

"Look. At. Me," Emmett grunted.

Rose met his eyes. That seemed to be what sent him over the edge.

"Ah!" Emmett growled, before a stream of hot cum shot out of cock and landed on the tops of her thighs, dripping downwards onto the bed.

Rose moaned as the remnants of her orgasm raced through her veins, and she pulled the toy away from her over sensitive clit.

Emmett pumped his cock until he had milked himself dry. Then, he sat on the edge of the bed, laying back and linking Rose's fingers with his own.

"That was...fuck!" He swore, still panting. "Shit, Rosie." He brought her hand to his mouth and kissed her knuckles, his hot breath sweeping over her skin.

"Yeah," she responded, closing her eyes with a smile on her face.

"I hope you know that I'm nowhere near done with you," Emmett said.

Rose couldn't keep the smile from her face, and giggled like a little girl. "Good."

Emmett grabbed the vibrating toy from in between her legs, resting it against her thigh as he moved upwards until he was resting on his side next to her.

"You've been such a good girl, Rosie," he teased, tracing the tip of the toy along the inside of her thigh. "I think you deserve a reward."

Rose bit her lip as he trailed the toy higher and higher until he was centimeters away from her already aching pussy, despite the recent orgasm she had just had.

"If you think so, Sir," Rose breathed, her back arching slightly. He was so close to where she desperately wanted him.

"I do," Emmett nodded, sliding the toy upwards and pressing it against her clit once more.

Her overstimulated bundle of nerves protested, her legs kicking out and her stomach quivering.

Emmett slid his free hand under her neck, taking hold of her left hand and holding it captive, leaving her right hand to grasp and curl at the sheets of his bed.

"Oh!" Rose breathed out when Emmett circled the toy around her clit, moving it to vibrate teasingly against her hole.

"Beg," Emmett demanded.

"Please," Rose began, stopping to lick her dry lips and moisten her mouth. "Please." Looking into his eyes, she said the words they both badly needed to her. "Fuck my cunt with your toy, Sir."

The grin Emmett gave Rose was worth a thousand watts. Then, he groaned as the toy slid into Rose's pussy with no hesitation, her juices more than coating it.

"Fuck," he hissed, taking his eyes away from her face and looking between her legs. His eyes were focused on the toy, watching as the silicone disappeared in her folds and then re-emerged. Het wetness made the vibrator glisten under the low lighting of her bedroom. "You're so fucking wet."

Against her thigh, Rose felt Emmett's erection swell. It made her flush that she could do this to a man like Emmett. She revelled in the fact that she could have him wanting more mere minutes after he had just come—and on her. It was like an aphrodisiac, pushing her higher, leaving her wanting more..

"I want all the orgasms you can give me, Rosie," Emmett told her in a hard voice. "I want them fucking all. Come as many times as you like, and be as fucking loud as you can. I need to hear you."

Well, he didn't need to tell Rose twice.

She threw her head back, arched her back and prepared her body for the absolute onslaught of pleasure that she was going to be getting.

But the toy was taken from her weeping cunt, and a harsh slap landed on her thigh.

Rose gasped and opened her eyes to find Emmett grinning wickedly at her. "Eyes on me the entire time, Rosie. Remember the rules."

Her chest was heaving, and she couldn't deny the sprinkling of panic that had set itself in her stomach. But when she saw Emmett's eyes, the fear disappeared.

Rose nodded. "Sorry, Sir." She was ashamed, messing up this quickly.

Emmett swooped down and kissed her hard, his tongue plundering her mouth as his cock rubbed her thigh. He picked the toy back up and started it again, pressing it against her clit and then moving lower. "You can make it up to me by coming for me," he breathed, pulling back and staring deeply into her eyes.

When he pressed the toy back inside her, Rose mewled, remembering to keep her eyes on Emmett.

"Good girl," he praised, fanning the flames that were burning deep within her. Her toes curled against the sheets, and her thighs tried to close together for more friction.

"Would you like more?" he asked, a teasing edge to his voice.

"Yes, please, Sir."

Increasing the speed of the vibrations, Emmett pressed the toy closer to her, the small rabbit's ears fluttering dangerously close to her clit. He was teasing her, tormenting her, building her up so high that when she shattered, she'd fly.

"Your pussy looks so good from this angle," he commented, his eyes roving down her body and then back up again. "All pink and swollen, ready for me. I can't wait to fuck you, Rosie. Pound into you with my cock, watching it slide in and out of you, feel you cream all over me."

Emmett's cock was hard as steel, brushing up against her thigh as she writhed on the mattress, aching for more. It was hot—so fucking hot.

"Oh God… oh… Sir!" Rose cried as she felt her pussy clench tightly around the toy. Her legs twitched as her muscles spasmed uncontrollably

"Yes. Yes," Emmett encouraged. "Give it to me. Let me watch you come. Again."

Rose struggled to keep her eyes open through her orgasm as Emmett fucked her with the toy, pressing it against her, just shy of her clit.

"Sir—I," Rose stammered when Emmett didn't let up, when he kept pistoning the toy out of her, sweat forming on his temples.

"What? What is it, Rosie?" His voice was like liquid chocolate, pouring over her. "Has your pretty pussy had enough? Because I don't think it has. I want another round. I want you to fucking cream all over these sheets."

"Oh, shit!" Rose swore when he pressed the toy firmly against her, clit and all. Her neck arched painfully, taking her eyes away from Emmett's briefly even though she tried to keep him in her focus.

Her nipples tingled almost painfully, but Emmett was there, his tongue soothing over them, hot mouth ravishing the taut tip. It sent another wave of pleasure through her.

"Fucking perfect," Emmett hissed.

That's when she heard another sound join the symphony that was already echoing around the room, slapping flesh, different to the sounds her own greedy cunt was making.

Glancing down, Rose saw Emmett rubbing at his shaft like a man possessed.. It looked ready to burst. The sight was too much. Rose's eyes fluttered, and she felt herself straining to keep them open, but she couldn't. Her clit felt like it was burning, and the scream that ripped from her throat was feral Rose felt like she had pissed herself. Embarrassment filled her until Emmett lifted his head from her chest and swore. "That's it, Rosie, fucking squirt all over my bed."

Glancing down, Rose watched as a stream of liquid quite literally poured from her, wetting the sheets and darkening them. But she no longer cared. She rode the wave of pleasure that crashed against her; basked in it, luxuriated in it.

Emmett groaned into her sweaty chest, and then something hot hit her thigh and dripped down, joining the mess she had made on the bed.

The sounds of their panting filled the room, followed by a deep chuckle from Emmett. "Fuck. I gotta tell you, Rose," he began, nuzzling her neck and then lifting himself up so he could look into her eyes. "It's never been like that for me."

An odd sense of vulnerability filled her chest, despite what they'd just done. "It's never been like that for me either," she admitted.

Emmett kissed her, his sweaty hand that was still wrapped around hers, squeezing gently—she didn't even realise she hadn't let go.

"That makes me so fucking happy."

Rose smiled at Emmett, and then he rolled from the bed, bringing her with him. Her legs shook slightly, and Emmett had the audacity to grin. His eyes zeroed in on the wetness on her inner thighs, and he sucked in a deep breath.

"Come on. We need to have a shower. We're both sticky." His words made her laugh.

Emmett led her into the bathroom, and together they took a shower. Emmett handed her a flannel, kissed her nose and then told her to take as long as she liked; he was going to change the sheets on the bed. A blush had stained her cheeks at his words.

By the time Rose had returned to his bedroom, Emmett had changed the sheets and was lounging underneath them.

Rose bit her lip. Did she wear pajamas or not? Her eyes darted to her bag and then back to Emmett in his bed, trying to work out what to do. Yet, she had no need to worry. Emmett's voice was loud across the room. "I'm naked, and I'd very much like for you to be too."

Feeling cheeky, Rose dropped her towel. "Yes, Sir." She couldn't deny that she liked the way that Emmett's eyes darkened, drinking in her before he pulled the sheets back and she could get under them, snuggling against Emmett's warm body.

He arranged her how he wanted; her head nuzzled against his neck, her hands on his chest and one of her legs thrown over his stomach. Once she was in position, Emmett stretched to the side and turned off the light.

"Thank you," Rose whispered into the dark after a few seconds.

"What are you thanking me for?" Emmett asked, his voice soft.

"For being patient." She kept her face in his chest. "For understanding."

"Thank you," he responded, surprising her slightly. "For giving me your submission." Emmett kissed her head. "It's a gift I'll treasure forever."

As usual, Pearly deserves more thanks than I could ever give her.

I really hope you enjoyed this chapter - it's the start of just many lemons to come (pun most definitely intended). You've all been so patient, so the next chapter will be up on Saturday. A quick word of warning; grab a partner or a cold shower after you read it - you'll need one ;)