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Chapter Twenty-Five: Pleasure Me, Sir

Rose had never felt so ready for anything in her life. God, she was nervous, but it was a kind of nervous excitement. Her naked body was open for Emmett's perusal: stood stock still, back ramrod straight, her blond hair loose, breasts pushed out, and her hands behind her head. Her inspection position.

Emmett, wearing only a pair of denim jeans, drank her in from the other side of the room before he turned and walked calmly over to his wardrobe.

Opening the door, Rose felt her breath hitch as she waited for Emmett to return. They'd talked about tonight and what was going to happen. But when Rose saw the riding crop, she couldn't help the sliver of nerves that crept up her spine.

"Pleasure, Rosie," Emmett reminded her, like he could feel her emotions. His deep voice washed over her, seducing her into a deep sense of calm, all fear and nerves forgotten, washed away under his command. "Tonight is about pleasure. Nothing I do is to punish you."

Rose nodded, her eyes on Emmett's. She was allowed to speak freely—always. Not something other Doms would approve of, but Emmett didn't care. He wasn't like other Doms. Said he wanted to make sure that Rose was good at all times. She fucking loved the gesture.

Shutting the door of the wardrobe, Emmett turned around, Rose's eyes immediately going to the three items he had in his hand, a length of red rope, a riding crop, and a blindfold. Her pussy clenched with want, and she found herself rubbing her thighs together, trying to create some friction, some pressure—something, anything—to help relieve the acute ache that had started.

If anything, her movements, coupled with Emmett's dark eyes on her, the tip of his tongue creeping out to lick at his full bottom lip, just made it worse. Emmett's dark eyes on her, the tip of his tongue creeping out to lick at his full bottom lip… yeah, Rose was fucked. In the best way possible.

Without saying a word, Emmett placed the items on the bed before cupping Rose's face with his large hands. "Do you remember your safe word?"

"Red, Sir."

"And what if you want to slow down?"

"Yellow, Sir."

"And to continue?"

"Green, Sir."

A sensual smile covered Emmett's face, two deep dimples implanting themselves in his cheeks. "And what color are you now, Rosie?"

Like he didn't know. Like he couldn't fucking smell her. "Green, Sir."

"Good girl." His praise skimmed her skin, making her want to preen like a bird.

Emmett's thumbs gently stroked over the apples of her cheeks, adding to the fire that was burning between her legs. Releasing his grip on her face, Emmett let his hard body brush hers, his erection straining against his jeans as he retrieved the first item from the bed: the blindfold.

"Are you ready, Rosie?" Once again, Emmett was making this her choice, and God, did it just make it better, make her want him more, make her wetter.

"Absolutely, Sir." Rose said it with all the conviction she could muster, hoping to high hell that Emmett could see how much she wanted this, craved it, needed it.

Emmett grinned at her and then raised his hands, placing the blindfold over her eyes.

Rose gasped, and tears of emotion filled her eyes. Because fuck—he'd thought of everything.

"Everything okay?" Emmett asked, his voice deep and soothing, stroking across her skin like a sensual caress.

Rose nodded and then remembered that she needed to use her words. "Yes, Sir. I, just—thank you. Thank you for thinking of this."

The blindfold wasn't an ordinary blindfold. It was lace—partly see-through. He'd acknowledged her limits, and while she had been more than prepared to take this step, Emmett was slowing her down, thinking about her and what she needed. Fuck. She grew more aroused, her pussy clenching, her clit throbbing with pure desire. She wanted him badly. Rose wanted to feel his cock pounding into her, his hard body against hers, sweat between them as he fucked her thoroughly, staking his claim.

"I'm always thinking of you, Rosie," Emmett admitted quietly, an edge to his voice. "You and your pleasure."

She didn't doubt that in the slightest. "Thank you, Sir," she told him again, needing to express, just how fucking grateful she was to him.

Emmett rewarded her with a gentle kiss to her lips.

Even though she was blindfolded, with the lace, Rose could still make out some colors and shapes; she could see Emmett's strong shoulders as he rolled them, see his sparkling blue eyes as they drank in her body, see the bulge in his pants as he cupped himself.

"Hands in front," Emmett commanded, reaching past Rose to pull the rope from the bed.

Rose did as he asked, stretching her hands, placing her palms and wrists together. She was unable to deny the pleasure that simmered across her skin when Emmett began to wrap the scratchy rope around her wrists. The bite was pleasurable—just as she remembered. The tingles raced across her skin.

Gently, with a tenderness that Rose was coming to associate with him, Emmett pulled her hands above her head, tying off the excess rope and hooking it up to a pulley system.

"Color?"

Rose's chest heaved; her nipples were tight little peaks that were straining, begging to be pinched, or licked, or sucked. Her pussy was swollen, her folds glistening with her own arousal, her clit quivering—desperate to be flicked, or played with, or something.

"Green, Sir." Rose breathed out, almost overwhelmed at how fucking horny she was. At how badly she wanted this. The urge to beg was building inside her, the words on the tip of her tongue: Fuck me, Sir. Take me. Tease me. Please me. Use me. Her body was open, ready for him. Her chest was pushed out, arms high above her head as her hands gripped the rope, needing something to hold onto because Rose knew she was in for one hell of a ride.

"Excellent," Emmett said. He picked up the final item: the riding crop. He looked down at it and then back at her, the lace of the blindfold breaking up his face. But she could still see the desire in his eyes, see it in the quirk of his lip, the set of his eyebrows. "Remember, tonight is about pleasure only, Rosie."

"Then, pleasure me, Sir." It was mouthy, out of turn, and Emmett would have every right to spank her. Instead, he grinned, obviously turned on by her bravery.

He didn't respond instead he walked behind her.

Rose couldn't see him, but she could sense him. The presence that could only be Emmett. Strong, secure, and aroused.

Crack.

The first blow of the riding crop landed on her ass.

"Oh, fuck!" Rose moaned, her eyes rolling back in her head. She'd forgotten. She'd forgotten what this felt like. The pain mixed with pleasure, heightening it, making her dizzy with want. Adrenaline pulsed through her veins. Why had she avoided this for so long? Why had it scared her?

"Color?"

"Green—please don't stop, Sir!" One smack of the crop and she was done, ready to come and flood Emmett's bedroom with her juices, making it impossible for him to come in here without thinking about her.

"I have no intention of stopping." Emmett's voice was tight, and God, did she love it.

The crop came down on her ass again, another moan flowing from her mouth, her eyes squeezing tight between the blindfold. Then, Emmett trailed it around her body, hip to stomach, light as a feather, making Rose suck in a breath, desperately trying to claw air into her lungs. She was burning, scorching hot, lost to the flames.

Using the end of the crop, Emmett played with her nipples, taunting the tips until Rose stumbled back, her body shaking with want.

"Careful, Rosie," he murmured, his voice just adding to everything.

"Please, Sir." Rose didn't know what she was begging for. All she knew was that she was desperate.

"What do you want?" The crop didn't stay still; it twirled around her tits, drawing figure eights, fire blazing across her skin followed by a path of goosebumps. It was torture in the best fucking way possible.

"I—want… I want—" How was Rose supposed to think? Talk? With the crop doing the most beautiful things to her skin, pushing her closer and closer to the edge. When he hadn't really touched her, not yet, not in the way she so desperately wanted—with his tongue, and his fingers, and his cock.

"Tell me, Rosie," Emmett implored her, his voice a gentle caress. "Tell me what you want. What you need, what you desire."

"My tits," Rose managed to choke out. "Spank my tits, with the crop… please… Sir." She almost forgot her manners; she was that worked up.

Thwack.

"Fuck, yes!" Rose cried as the crop hit her the first time, straight across her breasts. It stung in the best way possible, heating her skin as her toes curled into the carpet.

"Again?" Emmett asked, lightly tracing the tip of the crop over where he had just spanked. She wanted it to leave a fucking mark—his mark.

"Again, Sir!"

Thwack.

"Thank you, Sir!"

Rose was lost, utterly and completely lost to him and what he was doing. As the crop landed on her skin, Rose was pushed higher and higher toward her peak, her clit swelling as her hips began to undulate, desperation clawing at her.

"Look at you," Emmett said, his deep voice dripping with arousal and appreciation. "So fucking needy, and all I've done is spank those beautiful tits of yours."

Rose was expecting another blow to her breasts. She was waiting for the sting and bite of the crop as it landed on her skin, the rush of blood to the area followed by the exhilaration of submitting to someone.

It never came.

Instead, Emmett pressed the crop against her clit.

"Oh!" She needed it. Rose fucking needed it, and Emmett knew. Her eyelids fluttered, her eyes rolling back in her head as she tugged hard on the ropes keeping her bound. It turned her on even more—made her cunt flutter again.

"Come," Emmett commanded, pressing the crop harder against her clit as he moved it from side to side, fucking her with his crop. "Come right now, all over my riding crop, like the good little sub that I know you are."

"Yes, Sir." Rose hissed, voice broken as her orgasm hit her like a truck. She was a good little sub. His praise, God his praise—it was the tipping point. Rose flew. She flew and saw stars as she was going. Her vision turned black, and then she was blinded by a bright light. Everything burned. Every cell in her body came alive and seemed to vibrate with energy. She moaned low, embracing the torrent of pleasure that cascaded down on her—she drowned in it.

Above her moans, Rose could just make out Emmett groaning himself, and then she heard his zipper slide down before he padded away from her only to return seconds later, the sound of a condom being opened resonating around her ears. Seconds later, Rose felt Emmett press his tight body against hers, plastering every inch of himself against her back—letting her feel everything that he had to offer.

Rose could feel his hard chest and stomach, his sweat coating them, mixing with the layer of her own sweat on her back. His arms, strong and supporting, went around her stomach, cradling her close as his thick cock brushed her ass, the lube on the condom leaving a wet trail in its wake.

One of Emmett's hands came up, and he roughly mauled her breast, his fingers tugging and pulling until Rose couldn't take it any longer and pushed her body back into his, the head of his cock nestling nicely between the globes of her ass. The other hand tickled its way up her back, twisting in the strands of her hair, tugging. When the bite of pain got too much, and Rose could feel the sting in her scalp, she let her head follow Emmett's command.

Emmett's tongue pressed against her ear, hot breath making her squirm. His tongue seductively fondled her lobe, dragging it between his teeth before he bit down lightly. "Shall I fuck you now, Rose? Shall I impale your tight little cunt on my thick cock? It's so hard for you, you know?"

Rose whimpered at his decadent words, nodding her head, her hair tight in his hold, her scalp prickling with pain. More moisture flooded her already soaking pussy.

"Yes, please, Sir. Please fuck me." The words tumbled from her lips, breathless and needy. Her body was in a tight coil, just waiting to see what Emmett would do next. If he'd give in to her and slide his glorious dick into her waiting pussy or if he'd make her beg and plead while he rubbed up against her until she was a sobbing mess, and then only then, would he give her what she so desperately wanted—so desperately needed.

The hand Emmett had on her breast slid down, stopping just short of her clit, teasing her more with the promise of what was to come. "Since you asked so nicely," he gritted out, sliding his cock inside her.

They moaned in unison; a symphony of pleasure filled the room and Rose's ears. They were so well matched.

"Fuck. How do you do it?" Emmett asked aggressively. "How do you have the perfect cunt?"

Rose was speechless. She couldn't talk. Her mouth fell open, her eyes remained tightly closed behind the blindfold, and she just felt. The way his cock felt like it was quite literally pulsing inside her, growing harder and harder until she was completely filled with Emmett. His fingers slid down, pressing against her clit—cock on one side of her walls, fingers on the other. His body was hard against her, his face pressed against her neck as he breathed deeply, a ferocious sounding noise seeming to pull at his chest.

"Hold on," he warned. "I'm going to fuck you so good."

A pathetic whimper was all Rose managed before Emmett's hips started their brutal pace. In. Out. In. Out. The slapping of flesh circled around Rose's mind, making her wetter. Underneath Emmett's talented fingers, Rose's clit swelled and surged, begging for more pressure, faster circles, and just more. Anything he could give her, she would take. Emmett pulled his cock out until not even the tip was in before he pushed forward, reuniting their two greedy appendages. Her pussy clamped around him each time, sucking him back every single time he dared leave her.

"I—I." It was happening. Rose's heart thudded in her ears, spots danced in her vision, and her cunt locked around Emmett's cock so tight that he swore. "May I…"

Rose's mouth refused to work. Her brain wouldn't cooperate. She couldn't ask the question she needed to.

"Ask me," Emmett spat, reading the signs of her body, knowing just how close to oblivion she was. From the way he was panting, the rapid rise and fall of his chest and the way his thrusts were turning erratic, Rose could guess that he was close too.

"May I…. Oh, fuck! May I… c—come, S—Sir?" Rose managed to get out, barely holding onto reality.

For a few seconds, Emmett didn't answer; he just pressed hard against her clit, forcing Rose back into his punishing thrusts before he roared, "Yes! Come now!"

Rose covered his condom-clad cock in her juices. Her entire body shook with the force of her orgasm. Her mind went entirely blank as her body grew slack, fully relying upon Emmett and the rope tied around her hands to keep her upright.

"Ah!" Emmett cried into her ear, thrusting hard inside her as he came, barely managing to keep himself standing, his weight pressing into her, the grip he had on her scalp loosening slightly.

Finally, after a few seconds, Emmett released her hair and reached up, undoing the ropes he had fastened around her wrists as his other strong arm wrapped around her waist. With care and precision, Rose was released from the ropes and immediately swept up into Emmett's arms. Through the gaps in the blindfold, Rose watched the carpet pass them by before she was placed on the soft bed, her body immediately sinking into and luxuriating in the mattress beneath her.

Reaching forward, Emmett removed the blindfold.

Rose blinked and then smiled at Emmett, a bone-deep tiredness setting in. One she hadn't felt for a long while. The type of tiredness born from pure satisfaction, satisfaction from giving up control, releasing yourself for a few hours, allowing someone else to dominate you.

"You did so well," Emmett told her, lying on the opposite side of the bed and propping himself up on his arm as he removed the condom from his dick. Reaching over to the side table, Emmett grabbed a bottle of lotion that was sat on top of it and turned to face Rose. He gently took her hands in his and began to massage the soothing cream into her red wrists. The rope had left some marks, but nothing extreme—hell they didn't even hurt. It was still appreciated.

Blushing at his compliment and the way he was caring for her, Rose breathed deeply, basking in her feelings. It felt so good to be back here, with Emmett.

"How do you feel?" Emmett asked gently, eyes roving over her body, checking to make sure that the crop hadn't left any horrible marks.

When his eyes met hers, Rose could see that he wasn't entirely sure what to expect. He knew she'd enjoyed herself but wanted to hear the words for himself. How cute.

There was really only one answer she could give: "Fan-fucking-tastic."

A huge thank you to Pearly for everything she has done for this story so far and a huge thank you to Mel for taking over as beta! I'm so privileged to have the chance to work with both of these wonderful ladies.

I know updates have been sporadic, but hopefully, I'll go back to updating every Wednesday. Massive hugs to you all!