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Chapter Twenty-One: Shiny New Toy
Reaching down, Emmett slipped a hand into his now discarded shorts, and pulled out a condom.
Entirely spent, her entire body sagging in the chair, Rose watched with hooded eyes as Emmett ripped open the condom package and then rolled the prophylactic down his engorged cock, the action making his appendage jump with anticipation.
Her mouth watered with want, her thighs clenching at the promise offered before her. Him. His cock.
Without any preamble or needless words, Emmett pulled Rose to her feet, clutching her boneless body against his as he kissed her, his tongue invading her mouth, deep and demanding, the head of his swollen cock brushing her stomach.
Emmett maneuvered them with such ease, sitting himself down on the chair, pulling Rose into his lap as he did, the soft hairs on his thighs tickling the backs of hers. It sent shivers down her body, her nipples brushing his chest as she leaned further into him, wanting more skin-on-skin contact.
Gasping, Rose threw her head back, Emmett's lips attaching themselves to her sensitive skin, sucking and biting, leaving his mark on her. It sent a fresh wave of desire through her. She'd wear it with fucking pride.
His lips found their way to her ear, their softness such a contrast to his muscular build. It made her feel safe.
"Color?" Emmett whispered, his breath caressing her ear in the most intimate way.
"Gr-green, Sir," Rose managed to breathe out.
His fingers intertwined with hers, similar to how he had done this morning. Slowly, his eyes never leaving hers, Emmett brought her wrists behind her, pinning them together with one of his hands.
His free hand stroked her cheek, the pad of his finger caressing her cheek and then going lower, drawing her bottom lip down. He traced it over her jaw.
"What about now?" Emmett asked, his voice quiet, patient—calming.
Rose's hands were pinned behind her back, the muscles in her shoulders drawn tight. Her breasts were pushed outwards, and her toes were touching the floor. Effectively, she was trapped. But it didn't feel that way. She was burning on the inside, a heat unfurling inside her stomach, her clit warming with want. Rose felt completely encased by Emmett—and it felt good. She wouldn't mind if he tightened his grip, even if he wrapped a hand around her throat and lightly squeezed. Moisture leaked from her needy pussy, and she shifted her hips, trying—and failing—to relieve some of the pressure, the need, the want that was building.
Emmett grinned at her—he knew what she was doing. And from the look in his eyes, he liked it.
"Still green," Rose told him, nodding her head slightly. She was almost surprised at how calm she felt, how relaxing it was to be in his arms, like this. As his submissive.
Emmett released Rose's face and then grabbed his fat cock in his hand, rubbing his tip against her pussy, soaking the end of his condom-clad cock in her juices.
"Beg," he told her. "Beg for my cock." Emmett's words sent a spiral of want through her.
"Please, Sir." Rose wasted no time. She was too tightly coiled, too fucking turned on to wait and play games. It was as if Emmett had awakened something inside her. She wanted his cock. And she wanted it now. "Please give me your cock. I want it inside me. I want it inside my cunt, Sir." Her voice was needy, dripping with lust. Her eyes were heavy, thighs tense against his as she waited to see if her Dom would grant her what she so desperately wanted.
"Fuck," Emmett groaned, a deep sensual noise that had her nipples straining against his chest, desperate for any friction she could get.
Emmett slid his cock against Rose twice more and then slipped the tip inside her.
A strangled moan left Rose's mouth as his dick stretched her, her pussy accepting him immediately, sucking him deeper.
"Goddamn it," Emmett muttered, his mouth going to her neck. "Never felt this fucking good."
Rose shook her head, her mouth half-open, eyelids fluttering rapidly as she fought off the tidal wave of pleasure she felt about to wash over her. It had never been like this for her. Never this all-consuming. Never this gripping. Never this addictive.
Emmett's cock slid further into her, and Rose's head fell back, the tips of her hair brushing her lower back, making her squirm closer to him. His body was a ball of heat, and it felt so good. To be pressed up against him, every inch of their bodies connected, his pulsing cock inside her.
"Oh," she breathed, her nostrils flaring. She was so fucking full. Every inch of her was possessed by Emmett. And she fucking loved it.
He kept one hand behind her back, keeping her hands pinned there, as the other tickled its way up her back, his fingers leaving a sensual trail in their wake until he reached the back of her head. Emmett wove his digits into her hair and then lightly pulled, making her back arch that little bit more, the bite of pain adding to the experience.
"I'm going to fuck you so good," Emmett promised.
Rose couldn't wait. She wanted his thrusts. Needed them. Needed to feel him sliding in and out of her, driving her closer and closer to the edge until she exploded, her orgasm cascading over her like a warm shower.
"Yes, Sir. Please. Please—fuck me good," Rose begged, her voice sounding foreign to her. It was breathy and low and throaty. She felt as if she were vibrating with need, the energy building up inside her, threatening to shatter her at any point.
"So polite, Rosie," Emmett hummed against her neck, his lips leaving lazy marks on her skin. "Of course, I'll fuck you."
Then, his cock was pounding it. Deep, long strokes that had Rose in a sort of delirium. Moans, groans and pleas left her mouth as Emmett fucked her good and proper, his cock completely dominating her.
As she moved, her hands behind her slid slightly out of grip. Emmett let out a ferocious growl, sounding for a second more animal than man as he readjusted his hands, holding her tighter.
"Fuck. Your pussy has a vice-like grip around my cock. It's choking me."
Yes. But she couldn't let it go. She wouldn't. It felt too good.
"Listen to how wet you are," he grunted, the squelching of their bodies erotically loud against the whimpers of passion and pleasure.
"All for me," Emmett declared.
Rose nodded erratically. "Yes. All for you, Sir. All. For. You!"
"Fucking hell. Cum. Cum right now," Emmett commanded. His lips slid down to the top of her breast, his tongue circling the skin for the briefest of seconds before he bit down, his teeth deliciously sinking into her hypersensitive flesh.
There was no time for Rose to think about. She had no time to even consider how far or close she was from cumming. Her body responded immediately. Her cunt locked down onto Emmett's cock, refusing to let it go as she milked him, her orgasm racing through her veins like the best high she had ever had.
"Ohhhhh, Sir!" Rose cried, her fingernails digging into her own hands so hard she was sure that there would be little crescent-shaped marks left.
"Shitting fuck… Yesss," Emmett hissed against her breast, his hips surging against her twice before he flopped back against the dining room chair. Gently, Emmett released his grip on her hair, allowing Rose to tilt her head forward. His lips were kissing her face; her cheeks, her jaw, nose, and eyelids.
She opened them with a satisfied smile on her face, loving the sated look that Emmett had on his face. His eyelids were heavy, eyebrows relaxed, and mouth upturned into a slight smile.
Gently, Emmett released the grip he had on her hands, placing them on his chest as he massaged her shoulders, his touch feeling good.
"Mhm, that's nice," Rose told him, letting her head fall against his chest.
"Thank you," Emmett whispered against her temple, never taking what she gave him for granted.
"I feel like I should be thanking you," Rose told him, lifting her head to look at him.
Emmett cupped her cheeks in his large hands, his fingers warm against her skin. He didn't say anything, just planted a sweet kiss against her lips and then placed his forehead against hers.
It was nice. No. It was more than nice. It was perfect.
A few hours later, Rose and Emmett were snuggling on the couch, both completely naked.
Being around Emmett made Rose feel confident and sexy. His eyes would drag over her skin, darkening—making her feel desirable and sexy, like she wasn't just some kind of fragile flower, waiting for a strong gust of wind to knock her down.
The sheet was below her breasts, but she didn't care. Not when Emmett kept looking at her like he was going to lick her from head to toe and then swallow her whole.
Speaking of swallowing, there was something she wanted to do. Something that had been on her mind. It had her licking her lips and swallowing with anticipation—and want. A deep want that made her cunt clench and ache at the same time as her heart fluttered violently in her chest.
Partly from lust… and partly from fear. The last time a man had put his cock in her mouth, she had almost choked, the feel of his fingers digging into her scalp, breaking the skin, making her bleed… it had been awful.
But this was Emmett. And she desperately wanted to do this for him. To prove that she could give him pleasure as much as he gave her pleasure.
"Sir?" Rose began, turning to face him, breasts bared. With that title, Emmett sat straighter.
"Yes, Rosie?" he asked, focusing all of his attention on hers, his blue eyes rolling over her face.
"I would like to try something if that's alright?" Nervous energy coiled into a ball in her stomach. "But… I need you not to touch me whilst I do it." It was cheeky, a ballsy request. But this was on her list of limits. One of the ones she hoped to get rid of.
Swallowing, Emmett's eyes darkened, and then he nodded. "You can do whatever you want, Rosie." Sitting back against the couch, he let his long arms drape over the back, nodding towards his rapidly growing erection.
Rose blew out a breath and then slid to the floor, settling herself between his strong legs. For a second, she admired the sinewy muscles that surrounded her, loving how powerful he was.
Then, she reached out, one hand gently curling around his thigh as the other stroked up and down his calf, his erection bobbing in front of Rose's face. Above her, Emmett remained still, deep even breaths puffing out his chest as he drank her in, his eyes never leaving her body.
Rose sat up, moving her hands until they rested on the tops of his thighs, before she grasped his dick in her hands. She was surprised at how warm it was, how soft yet hard, trying desperately not to be intimidated by the sheer thickness of it. She'd fucked his cock, for God's sake! She loved this cock, and what it did to her.
Emmett groaned, his eyelids fluttering slightly as Rose gripped his base tightly..
Rose smiled at the sight of him. She wanted to Emmett him wild with her touch, have his cock leaking for her, throbbing at the thought of being inside her mouth. She wanted him begging for once.
Nervously, Rose licked the palm of her left hand before she curled her fingers around his cock again. Emmett's groan was the only validation she needed before she spit into her other hand, too, gripped him with both hands. Her hands moved slowly, tortuously slowly, twisting up and down in opposite directions before she pushed down—hard, hitting his balls. Emmett moaned, muttering a string of curses, the deep, guttural noise of satisfation ripping its ay from her Dom's chest.
Her thumbs circle the tip of his cock, enjoying the pre-cum that precariously leaked from the tip. Leaning closer, her hair brushing the sides of his thigh, Rose spit on him as she pumped his cock, using that and his precum to lubricate him. The extra lubrication of her spit made his erection look shiny. Like a shiny new toy—her new toy.
Before she could chicken out, let the fear that had resided in her for so long take over; she leaned even closer, giving Emmett a long lick—from the base to the tip.
Emmett's head hit the back of the couch, and he moaned. It was a deep, sexy sound, one that had her cunt flooding with moisture. Because she'd done that—she'd drawn that sound out of him. It was fucking sexy as hell. She felt drunk with power.
"Oh, God," Emmett gasped. "You don't—shit—have to." He remembered. He remembered that it was on her list.
"I want to," Rose insisted. She didn't know how far she'd be able to go, If she could truly deepthroat him, let him fuck her as he held her head. Yet, she'd take it as far as she could. Because Rose wanted her Dom to fuck her skull. She wanted to feel her jaw strain, eyes water. She wanted his cum to slide all the way down her face, down her chest—craved it.
"Fuck," Emmett groaned when Rose kept licking him. She acted as if she was starving, as if his cock was the best fucking lollipop in the world.
She worked her tongue over his length, slid it over his head before twirling the tip of her tongue over the slit that leaked for her, and then back down. Rose traced the veiny underside of his cock slowly, the little licks teasing his sensitive skin, making Emmett squirm.
She enjoyed seeing him like this—helpless to the pleasure she was giving him. A taste of his own medicine.
Glancing upwards, Rose watched as his nostrils flared, his Adam's apple bobbed, and he let out a strangulated whimper. "I'm… fuck. Rosie. I'm—close," he choked out.
Rose felt her heart speed up and a slight sweat break out on her forehead. Panic bloomed over her body as dark memories came speeding back to her, but no. This wasn't that night. This was now, and she was with Emmett. She wouldn't let the past creep up on her again. Not now.
Pulling back her lips, Rose wrapped both her hands around his cock and worked them up and down, speeding up, watching Emmett intently as her other hand cradled his balls, massaged them He was beautiful to watch, his body a slave to the pleasure. Emmett's expansive chest heaved, his head leaning forward until it rested on his chest, his eyes finally opening, lust dancing across his pupils.
"Are you going to come for me, Sir?" Rose asked innocently, becoming aware of just how breathy her voice was. It was strangely liberating having a man's dick in her hand, getting ready to watch him come from her touch alone. She did this. Rose held the power.
"Yes. Fuck yes!" Emmett's jaw tensed before his mouth dropped open, and he hissed, milky white liquid shooting out, coating Rose's hand and his stomach.
A smile covered Rose's face. Because she'd done. She just made her Dom fucking come. She felt strong, invigorated by it. For so long, the thought of coming back into a BDSM relationship had sent her into a panic. Trust was such a crucial part, and Rose didn't think she could ever trust someone again.
Yet, here she was. On her knees, Emmett's cock in her hand, and she didn't feel scared, or panicked, or vulnerable. She felt powerful and in control. So much so, that she stared at his cum with a wicked grim, kept her eyes on her Dom's as she brought her hands to her mouth and licked.
"Oh, my fuck…" Emmett whimpered. He stared at her, eyes narrowed as she licked him off her hand and moaned. Rose fucking moaned at the taste of him—strong, powerful. All Emmett and all for her.
The grin that spread across her face couldn't be stopped, especially not when she leaned down, traced around the cum on his abs before she lapped it all up. Emmett grabbed her hair, holding her in place as he watched, reveled in the way she bloomed like a flower in spring.
Rose moaned at his touch, wished she could pause this moment forever. Because—for the first time in a fucking long time—Rose felt like herself.
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I'm going to take a break from this fic, not for any negative reason but simply because I need time to get more chapters written and sent off to Pearly – I've been smashing her with chapters lately!