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Chapter Twenty-Six: Hungry
"Oh!" Rose moaned as the back of her head hit the table while Emmett sat in front of her eating his breakfast quite leisurely, long legs spread out in front of him.
And no. That wasn't a euphemism. The bastard was actually eating food: bacon, sausages, and eggs. His eyes barely left his plate, barely glanced up at Rose as she endured the most exquisite torture.
The vibrations in her pussy increased, and Rose's back arched painfully high into the air as her lungs expanded. Her vision behind the lace blindfold blurred, and her mouth dropped open. "Fuck."
"Is that nice, Rosie?" Emmett asked.
She bet that if she opened her eyes and tilted her head forward, she'd see him smirking at her, enjoying the sounds that she was making. All because of him and that damn toy inside her pussy. She hadn't felt anything like it. Now she knew why he called it the soul sucker. Because that was what it was doing. Sucking the soul right out of her. Fuck. Nothing had ever felt this good. The curved design of the silicone toy meant it sat deep inside her, hitting her G-spot with every pulse while three small ridges fluttered against her clit, making her feel insanely… full with lust.
When she didn't answer, because she was focusing all her energy on not coming, Emmett slapped the inside of her spread thighs, her flesh burning with the most delicious sensation at his touch. "I asked you a question," he told her sternly.
"Yes! Yes, Sir!" Oh, God. She couldn't get enough. She desperately wanted more. She wanted to feel Emmett's cock in her throat, his hands on her body, his fingers in her pussy. They'd only scened once—yesterday—but Rose was already addicted. Her dreams had been filled with Emmett and ropes and whips and vibrators, and she'd woken up wet, rubbing her leg against Emmett's massive thigh, pushing herself closer and closer to the edge without even realizing it.
Rose had awoken to his thick fingers inside her, a cocky smirk on Emmett's face. "I've turned you into a little slut—my little slut—haven't I, Rosie?" Slut. She didn't like that word. It had been spat at her, saliva coating her body as other fluids were emptied onto her.
Yet, when Emmett said it, her cunt soaked with moisture. She was a slut—his slut.
"Yes, Sir," Rose had whimpered, her hands clawing at his muscled chest and abdomen, mewls leaving her mouth.
Her entire body was alive at his touch, heat and electricity scorching across her skin, tiny sparks that made her pussy quiver and flutter with excitement. She'd been so close, so fucking close that she could feel the scream building in the back of her throat when Emmett withdrew his fingers, flung his legs over the side of the bed, and got out as if he hadn't been knuckle deep inside her mere seconds ago.
"Wh-where are you going?" Rose had asked, the heat inside her dulling until it was a small spark, incredulous irritation spiking through her.
"I'm hungry." He'd shrugged, a playful spark in his ocean blue eyes.
"Well, I'm not," Rose'd told him, fully aware that she was being bratty. But fuck, she was wound up, coiled tight and more than ready to fuck.
"That suits me perfectly," Emmett had replied, grinning at her.
That was how she ended up here, lying with her back on the dining room table, leather cuffs around her wrists and ankles, which were connected by a thin chain that jangled and clinked when she moved. She was completely naked, bare and open to Emmett's eyes, her legs spread, her pussy all swollen. The purple silicone toy was pushed inside her, the remote laid out next to Emmett as he ate his breakfast as if he had nothing better to do. Even when he was making breakfast, it was like she was invisible to him.
Rose heard Emmett's knife and fork clang against his plate, followed by his groan of satisfaction as the chair squeaked under his weight.
Her eyes fluttered open, and Rose watched with rapt attention as Emmett stood from the chair, his thick erection gloriously hard and pointing at her as if she were the one True North. He sauntered over to her, letting his fingertips gently trail across her shoulder and down her arm, tickling her palm before leaning over her.
Staring up at him, Rose was aware that her nipples were painfully hard; they could cut through diamond. She was hyperaware of him. Of the way his hair flopped over his forehead, his eyes shining down at her. How the muscles in his arms bunched as he rested them on the table, his skin wonderfully taut, showcasing his strength.
Moving closer, Emmett hovered above Rose, lips mere inches from hers. A teasing grin crossed his face before he closed the distance between them and plunged his tongue inside her mouth.
Arching her back further, Rose pressed herself into the kiss as much as she could, silently begging him with her body for more.
Emmett ended the kiss and stood to his full height, eyes skimming over her, making Rose shiver. His gaze made her wetter, knowing he was appraising her, drinking her in.
"Head back on the table," Emmett commanded, nostrils flaring as he watched the toy pulse against her clit.
Rose did as he asked and then bit her lip when Emmett reached down and pressed a finger to the toy, changing the pulsing setting to one that was more intense, more unremitting, more pleasurable.
"Would you like to try something new, Rosie? Something from that list of yours?"
"Yes, please, Sir." Her pussy flooded with moisture. She wanted to know what he had planned, what sordid ideas and fantasies were running through his head. Trussing her up like an animal and then fucking her from behind? Plugging her ass as he fucked her pussy and then switching holes, using her juices to lubricate her own asshole?
"Good." Emmett hooked his hands under her shoulders and gently pulled her until she was at the edge of the table, her head dangling off.
Rose strained her neck, swallowing down the pool of saliva that formed in her mouth. She loved how he manhandled her. She wanted more of it. She wanted him to do as he pleased with her, use his strength to fuck her hard, pull her hair and spank her until her ass bloomed a brilliant shade of pink.
Both of his hands stroked her cheeks before he slipped his thumbs inside her mouth.
Swirling her tongue around them, Rose loved the way that Emmett's eyes darkened, the corner of his lip curling upwards. He only let her do that a handful of times before he pulled his thumbs out and moved them down to her nipples.
With a rough grip, Emmett tugged and tweaked on her nipples until Rose let out a cry and her toes curled against the hard surface of the table, her hands furiously gripping the sides. She was so aroused. Her entire body was alight and burning for Emmett. Every cell was screaming at her, screaming at him to do something, anything to ease the almost painful ache that was throbbing between her thighs, her pussy a wet needy mess.
"Drop this if you need me to stop," Emmett told her gruffly, placing a ruby red apple in her left hand.
Rose grasped the cool apple in her palm, determined not to drop it. There was no fucking way she would want Emmett to stop. She had a pretty good idea of what he planned to do, and fuck, was she ready. Her throat tensed and then relaxed, saliva pooling in her mouth.
Emmett's hands stroked over her neck, moving around to cradle the back of it. His fingers scorched into her skin, searing his touch through her entire body. Above her, his toned chest heaved with desperate breaths, his dark eyes drinking her in. "You look so fucking good like this." He grunted. "So edible, so ready to be consumed by me."
Craving his touch, his words, his cock, Rose nodded. "Yes, Sir. Please." Take me. Make me yours. "Fuck my throat."
"Yes, Rosie." Emmett hissed. He brought the swollen, purple tip of his cock to her mouth.
Instinctively, Rose opened, her tongue straining outwards, frantic to taste Emmett, to have him in her mouth, balls deep in her throat.
"Slowly," he whispered, slipping his cock into her mouth, a sigh of pure satisfaction leaving his lips.
Rose whimpered. God. Emmett was big and thick. Easily the longest and widest cock that she had ever had. He filled her mouth, made her lips burn with his girth. Her tongue slid down the veined underside of his cock, pressing against him with everything she had.
"So fucking good." Emmett moaned, his chin on his chest as his fingers remained around her throat, tensing and then releasing, again and again, as he slid deeper and deeper inside her until her nose was pressed against his balls.
When Emmett's fingers lightly squeezed around her throat, she knew he was feeling himself inside her, feeling his cock down her neck.
"Rosie," Emmett gritted out, a strangled sound that reverberated around the kitchen. "Oh, God. I've found my heaven on Earth."
If she could have smiled, she would have.
Inside her mouth, Emmett pulsed, salty fluid leaking from the tip straight down her throat.
Rose moaned.
Emmett nearly lost it.
He pulled back, the tip caressing her lips, his eyes dark, the lids flickering as he fought the desire that was about to overcome him. "Drop that fucking apple if you need to."
"Yes, Sir."
Then Emmett plunged himself back inside and shallowly fucked her face, never pulling out. His balls slapped against her forehead, their warmth making Rose shudder with want. The pulsating inside her and the fluttering against her clit had been all but forgotten.
Had being the operative word.
Because Emmett leaned forward, removing one palm from her throat and placing it on the toy. He tapped it twice, increasing the intensity for both ends of the toy.
Rose screamed around his cock, and Emmett grunted, unintelligible sounds leaving his mouth as he closed his eyes and thrust his hips against her in an unsteady manner, his breathing getting louder and louder, nostrils flaring.
"Fuck!" Emmett swore, thrusting harshly against her, holding himself down her throat as his hand squeezed tightly. "I'm going to come down your throat, and I want to drink up every last drop that I give you, Rosie. Don't waste any of it."
I won't, Sir, she thought. Unable to speak, though, Rose nodded around his cock, her eyes watering as seconds later his salty fluid easily slid down her throat. Rose tried to swallow everything, tried to obey his command not to waste it, but there was too much. But Rose loved how he tasted, how she was able to do this without a hint of panic or worry. She fucking craved it. How Emmett dominated her, demanded her submission.
Once his cock had finished leaking inside her, Emmett pulled back as Rose gasped for air, her lungs burning as her eyes watered, tears leaking out of the corners.
"Such a good girl," Emmett praised, leaning over her, inspecting her face. Rivulets of his cum slipped out of the sides of her mouth.
Emmett used his fingers to scoop it back in, and like the greedy little girl that she was, Rose slurped at the liquid, wanting as much of it down her throat as he could get.
Leaning down, Emmett kissed her, one hand still on her throat as the other tenderly stroked across her cheek. It was an odd angle, her on her back looking up at Emmett as he stood at her head. It accentuated his chiseled jaw and highlighted the specks of lighter blue that danced in his irises. "Good girls get rewarded," he simply said, giving her a searing kiss, his tongue plunging into her mouth and tasting himself.
Together, they moaned.
As Rose kissed Emmett, straining upwards, arching her back, trying to get as close as she could, Emmett turned the toy up once again.
"Oh, fuck!" Rose cried as she broke away from his mouth. Panting, her eyes rolled in their sockets and her hands dug into the tabletop. Her thighs began to shake, and her calves started to cramp from how tightly she'd been clenching her muscles.
"Come whenever you're ready, Rosie," Emmett said, mere inches from her face, as his other lightly rubbed the inside of her thigh. "Cream all over my toy and make me so fucking proud of you."
Emmett's words were like the final encouragement. She wanted that. She craved his approval, his pride. They made her cunt squeeze almost painfully around the toy, spasms starting at her core and then ricocheting outwards until she was a quivering mess of pleasure, white lights bursting behind her eyes as Emmett moved the hand he had on her thigh to her breast and squeezed it, closing his mouth around her nipples moments later. Then he bit down. And Rose flew.
Colors danced behind her eyes as her entire body went rigid, every muscle straining to accommodate the pleasure washing through her. Her toes curled violently, her legs collapsed, and her nails left crescent-shaped marks in her palms.
"Yes! Yes! Yes! Thank you, Sir." Rose sobbed, riding high on a tidal wave of euphoria, surfing it for as long as she fucking could.
The flutters in her clit seemed to go on forever, never lessening. It was strange, and Rose whimpered. Too much. It was too fucking much.
Gently, Emmett shushed her, and turned the sopping toy off before he carefully removed it from inside her, laying it out on the table next to his breakfast plate. His lips returned to hers as he worked his way up her head, kissing her nose, eyes, brows, and then forehead. "You were so good, Rosie. So good."
Under his praise, Rose blossomed; a hot blush covered her entire body as she tilted her head back slightly and kissed the tip of Emmett's nose.
"Thank you, Sir," she whispered, her voice hoarse and her throat sore. She was so content and at peace. She wondered why the hell that had been one of her harder limits.
So, uh… do any of you remember me? I'm so sorry that I disappeared. Real life is taking off and I need to adult for the next 12 months. With that being said, I really don't know when I'm going to next update. I hope you all understand and stick around!
Huge thanks to Mel. She is truly amazing!