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Chapter Twenty-Two: I Want More
On Sunday morning, Rose woke up before Emmett, giving her the chance to mull over her thoughts. After her impromptu blowjob that evening, they'd relaxed on the couch, eaten dinner, and shared a bath.
It was so identical to the first time—Rose's back against Emmett's muscular chest, his arms wrapped around her. Yet there was one big difference. Rose was confident now; she knew what she wanted.
Settling into the water in front of Emmett, Rose loved how comfortable she felt. She'd piled her hair on top of her head into a messy bun, a few stray tendrils brushing against her neck.
Emmett twined the strands around his fingers and before tucking them behind her ear as he kissed the sensitive flesh of her neck, his hot tongue teasing her skin, coaxing a shiver of pleasure from her. "I love you like this," he whispered, his breath red hot against her. "Comfortable and open for me." His hands were on her stomach, the tips of her fingers drifting upwards to her rib cage and then back down, random patterns that had her squirming, her ass grinding back against him, lust welling up in every pore of her body.
Letting her head fall back, Rose basked in this feeling—of being with Emmett, of feeling the promise of pleasure bubbling up inside her. When she wiggled her ass again, Emmett's cock brushing the cleft of her ass, Emmett groaned deeply and hooked both of her legs over the sides of the bath, spreading her wide. His thumbs gently blazed a trail up her thighs until he was rubbing either side of her pussy, his fingers just missing out on the spot where she so desperately wanted him to touch.
Rose's breathing was quick—small pants coming out of her mouth as her chest heaved and her hands found purchase on Emmett's strong thighs. Her fingers dug into his skin, the warm water feeling cold compared to how on fire her entire body was, red hot need burning through her, her cunt throbbing with want.
"Do you want me to touch your beautiful little clit, Rosie?" Emmett asked, his voice taking on that deep timbre she associated with his Dom mode. It made Rose wetter—if that were even possible. She was already a slippery mess, soaking, swollen, and ready. Ready to take his cock inside her, ride him until she was delirious, have him fuck her until he filled her all the way up with his cock, his cum—all of it; all of him.
"Yes, please, Sir," Rose pleaded. She wasn't above begging at this point. Emmett had this unique way of making her burn with want and desire, creating a spark inside her that only he could extinguish. Whenever he was around, the spark seemed to burn bright, refusing to be diminished.
"You're always so polite," Emmett breathed into her ear, using one hand to spread her wide as the other pinched and twirled her clit between his fingers.
"Oh!" Rose moaned, letting her head fall completely back against Emmett, her entire body open for his pleasure and exploration. And explore her, he did. His fingers rubbed against her, teasing her clit in the most wondrous way possible. Emmett played her like a musician would an instrument, strumming her tight nub before his fingers plunged inside her, scissoring against her walls.
"Oh, fuck." Rose was powerless to stop the lust that washed over her. Underneath the water, her hips undulated, Emmett's cock grazing her ass, the swollen head scorching her skin.
"Goddamn it," Emmett grunted, his mouth attached to her neck. "Come over my fingers, Rosie. I want it all."
A whimper escaped her lips as Emmett added a third finger inside her, and the spiral of want in her stomach twisted and turned until her clit felt like it was going to burst and her nipples tingled in the best way.
"I'm coming, Sir!" she cried out, her hips thrusting of their own accord, once, twice, three times as she came all over his fingers, the water in the bath sloshing around, droplets landing on the floor—not that she cared in the slightest. Her entire focus was on her Dom.
"Yes," Emmett said, spurring her on, encouraging her to find pleasure in his ministrations. His hips surged against her ass before the tell-tale warmth of his orgasm spread around her under the water. Rose lay panting against Emmett's chest, whining slightly when he took his fingers from inside her and gently lowered her now dry legs back into the bath.
"I don't know what you're doing to me," he whispered.
Rose smiled. She felt the exact same fucking way.
Even now, in the early hours of the morning, that same smile was still on her face. Glancing over at Emmett, Rose couldn't help the lust that coursed through her. He laid on his back, glorious muscles on complete display for her to peruse as the sheets rode low on his hips. His tanned skin looked so beautiful, all ridges and grooves of strength. His eyes were closed, long thick lashes hiding his gorgeous blue eyes. Rose loved to look at them, to have them looking at her, roaming over her skin, admiring her, making her feel so fucking sexy that she was literally dripping down her own thighs.
Knowing she couldn't spend all day staring at him—no matter how lovely that idea was—Rose got out of bed, pulling on one of Emmett's t-shirts and a pair of clean underwear as she did. Slowly creeping out, being so careful not to make any noise, Rose went into the kitchen where both Hera and Bruce greeted her, their tails wagging like they hadn't just seen her yesterday. She filled their bowl and let them outside, making herself a cup of coffee as they went about their business before she joined them, sitting down on the steps of the back deck and just enjoying being outside and in the fresh air. Both dogs wandered around the garden, sniffing at the colorful plants and flowers, leaving no inch of territory unexplored.
Rose didn't know how long she was out there for. Her mind was going back over the last forty-eight hours. She thought about how much she had changed. It was strange. To be at a point in her life—one that she never thought she'd get to. And now she was here. Rose almost didn't know what to do. This had been something she had wanted for so long—a desire she had been too afraid to acknowledge. Her dreams had been of this moment, of one day finding someone to trust, of finding someone who could understand what she wanted and who was prepared to give it to her. Being here, it felt surreal.
"There you are," a deep, sleepy, familiar voice said, making Rose turn around. Unfortunately, Emmett had put some sweatpants on, hiding his wonderful cock from Rose's heated gaze. It was a thing of beauty. And cocks could be ugly little fuckers. But not Emmett's. No, his was spectacular. Thick and long, with a vein running along the underside. She wished she could make a cast of it—everyone deserved to look at it, just not in the flesh. That was only hers.
Emmett dropped his enormous body down onto the step next to her. His eyes were still filled with sleep, creases on his cheek from the pillow. "Are you alright?" he asked, concern written across his face.
The gravel in his voice made Rose want to throw her coffee away, pin Emmett down on the decking, and ride him until she was squirting. Alas, she pushed her desire down. Emmett had really turned her into a horny bitch. "Yeah, I'm fine."
"When you weren't there when I got up, I panicked a bit," Emmett confessed, rubbing the back of his neck and stretching, the muscles in his body dancing under his tanned skin, making Rose's mouth go dry.
Forcing herself to focus back on the conversation and not on asking for Emmett to fuck her under the rising sun, she asked: "Why?" Why the hell would she leave his place? It had been hard enough to leave his fucking bed. The more she thought about it, the more Rose was pretty sure that if he chained her to the bed, she wouldn't complain at all. In fact, being chained to the bed, available for Emmett's pleasure whenever he liked, seemed like a perfect fucking good idea.
Emmett shrugged, knocking his shoulder against Rose's—a gesture she found fucking adorable. "I just don't want you to regret anything we did." There was an edge of vulnerability to his voice.
Rose turned to face him, placing her cup on the step below them so she could hold his hand. "I could never regret what we did. It was… amazing." She felt so open to admitting these things to him. Deciding she needed to be fearless and fucking grow a pair, Rose took a deep breath. "In my therapy sessions, we talked about this happening—about me being intimate with someone again and rejoining the BDSM community, and I could never imagine it. I never thought I'd find someone I feel comfortable with you. And then we had dinner." Carmen and she had argued over that. Carmen had told her to be open, not to close herself off to the idea that someone could make her change her mind, to show her that placing her trust in the right hands could be an amazing experience.
Rose had point-blank shot her down. Told her it would never happen and to stop mentioning it. That was the only time she had ever shouted at Carmen and left a session early. Trust had fucking betrayed her—the irony wasn't lost on Rose. She'd trusted Royce to take care of her, to listen to her safe words and her hard limits. He didn't listen. Instead, he fucking obliterated her. Rose depended on thinking that the justice system would help her, do what it's meant to do—give her fucking justice—and yes, it did, eventually, but it still put her through hell. They banded the words whore and slut around, her entire sexual history brought up for twelve random strangers to judge her on.
And then, finally, she'd trusted her family. Rose was sure they'd support her, comfort her, love her. How fucking wrong was she? They turned their backs on her, made it perfectly clear what they thought of her. Once again, her trust was betrayed. Can you blame her for being wary of giving it to someone else again?
But, God, was she glad she gave it to Emmett. He'd nurtured it, nurtured her. Made sure that she was so fucking comfortable with everything they did Rose could almost kick herself for taking so long to heal. She'd been missing out on this remarkable man. Well, now she was going to make the fucking most of it.
Her previous words made Emmett smile. Leaning forward, he rested his forehead against hers and linked his long fingers with Rose's. They stayed like that for a few minutes, just being and basking in each other's company before Emmett pulled back. "There's something I want to tell you. Well, I need to ask you."
"What's that?" Rose asked, smiling as she looked at his handsome face, searching his eyes for some clue what he was going to say. But he gave nothing away.
"I want more, Rose. I want more with you. I don't just want you to be my submissive. Let me date you." Emmett's admission made Rose's breath hitch in her throat, and her heart thud that little faster. Dating wasn't in the agreement. She hadn't thought about it. Dating was dating—a world far away from BDSM. "But if that's not what you want, then that's fine, and this can be a purely BDSM thing."
Swallowing and ignoring the sweat gathering on her palms, Rose looked at Emmett, from his blue eyes to straight nose and perfect lips, to his messy hair and stubble decorating his jaw. "I'd like to date you, too," she admitted, her voice coming out so quietly that at first, she doubted if he had even heard her.
A wide grin covered Emmett's face as his warm hand cradled the back of her neck, his fingers tickling the base of her skull. "That makes me so fucking happy." he beamed at her, a smile so wide that she had no choice but to smile back. His happiness was contagious. Then, he pulled Rose closer until he could kiss her, his lips slanting over hers.
Leaning forward to meet him halfway, Rose giggled when Emmett pulled back slightly, nipped her bottom lip, and then kissed the tip of her nose.
"Can I see you this Wednesday?" Emmett asked. "I can't wait another fucking week after this weekend. We could go to the movies?"
Excitedly, Rose nodded. It had been a long time since she had been on a date—she and Royce had never dated. It wasn't what their relationship was about. Her last date was when she was nineteen, and it had been with a boy from university. It was more of a double date with some friends, but in the bigger scheme of things, it hadn't mattered. Not like this one did.
"Do you wanna go for dinner first? And then we can go see a movie?" Emmett looked so excited, so pleased that she had agreed—it made Rose's heart skip a beat. Emmett seemed as into this as she was. He wanted more—more of her. The broken woman, the fragile flower. The abused submissive.
"That sounds nice," Rose said.
Emmett grinned. "And then what do you say to a scene, next weekend—a real scene?"
Rose's heart pounded in her chest. But not from fear—from anticipation. The images from a few weeks ago popped into her head loud and clear; her hands bound above her, the bite of the rope a pleasurable pain against her skin as someone—Emmett—moved behind her, his hands running all over her body. She nodded. "I like the sound of that."
Taking both of her hands in his, Emmett let his thumbs run over her knuckles. "We'll talk about it beforehand; make sure we both know what's going to happen."
Rose nodded again and then bit her lip. "We'll scene here, right?" She was comfortable at Emmett's house. She couldn't face going to another BDSM club, not yet, not after what happened at Chains.
"Yeah, I'm not ready to share you with anyone else."
"Good," Rose told him, leaning in. "I don't want to share you with anyone else." It was a quiet admission, but the way Emmett's eyes lit up let her know that he'd heard her. And he was fucking pleased with her words.
As if rewarding her, Emmett kissed her again. When he pulled away, he spoke, his words sending those fucking tingles down her spine once more. "I promised you fireworks this weekend, Rosie, and you got them—well, next weekend? I promise there'll be more."
She had no doubt about it.
Usual huge thanks to Pearly!
Apologies that this is late - FFN was playing up again.