5 comments/ 28728 views/ 24 favorites Emily and Hayden By: im_going_im_going Emily met Hayden six months ago. He noticed her staring at him in a park as she walked her Jack Russell puppy. She couldn't help it. He was tall, with shoulder-length dark hair. He was dressed in dark clothes. She had never seen anyone like him in her little, conservative town; she knew he must be new. She stared at him with a mix of shock and fascination. He was sitting at the base of a maple tree with his legs stretched out. He was reading an old book, which seemed incongruous to his appearance. She felt her pulse race as she watched him. Hayden had glanced up, immediately sensing Emily's presence. He smiled. It was a confident, knowing smile. He met her gaze intensely with bright golden-brown eyes, forcing her own gray eyes down, her head to bow- staring at her own slightly chubby figure. And it was as if drawing her closer. He spoke first, asking her name in a tone that felt commanding without impoliteness, and she answered with her small voice. He quickly drew her into conversation, pulling information out of the shy, sheltered girl so fast it left her breathless and blushing. Her age, who she was with (her mother and father had driven there). As he stood up, taking a step closer to bend down and stroke her puppy's neck, she went warm all over. "So, um...you're new here, right?" Emily asked after a moment. "Yes." She paused, unsure of what else to say. She noticed his book again. "Hey, um, what are you reading?" She hoped that she didn't sound nosy. "It's about music. Mostly the history of instruments, like guitars." "Oh! Um, I play guitar. A little, I mean." "Yeah? So do I." He looked interested. Hayden was far more advanced than Emily was, but he seemed impressed that she was trying to learn on her own. And as they discussed their mutual interest, he suddenly offered to help her with learning guitar. She was surprised. Impulsively she agreed- it sounded innocent enough- and he gave her his address. He told her to visit around noon, on Sunday, to spend half an hour or so learning from him. She walked back to the car with the feeling of warmth flowing through her entire body. It felt good. *** When Emily arrived at Hayden's apartment that weekend, she hesitated before knocking. She wanted his help, and she wanted to see him again, in part just to figure out why someone like him would move to a place like this. Yet she was unsure of how to act. Still living at home, she spent almost all of her time with her family or her few close friends. She rarely went anywhere by herself. In this case, she had only told her parents that she was going to "drive around." Taking a deep breath, Emily finally gave the door a firm knock. Within seconds, Hayden answered. He was wearing a black, short-sleeved, button-up shirt and black jeans, a little neater than what he had worn when she first saw him. She wondered if he had dressed that way for her. No, Hayden moved aside. "Come in," he said in way of greeting. She stepped in. His apartment was large and felt empty. There was little personalization, but open boxes were scattered around the living room, so she assumed that he had not finished unpacking. There was no television, but there were several books scattered around But what surprised her was what was on the coffee table in front of the couch: A neat stack of books and a hand-written list of chords next to a pen. The books-there were about 10, ranged from beginner to intermediate guitar lessons. "Wow," she said, trying to work out how to phrase her surprise. "Um, I thought you were just going to, um, help me a little. Like just for fun...This looks like a lot-" "Do you want to learn or do you just want to have fun?" There was a tone of contempt in his voice. "Because from the way it sounded, you need more than a little help." She turned to him, expecting to see a smile to indicate that he was joking with her. He wasn't smiling. "How many songs do you know?" He sat on the couch, and gestured for her to come over. "Sit down." "I don't know any, I'm sorry." She sat on the other side of the couch, and wondered why she apologized. "I guess I do need a lot of help. I really wanted lessons when I first started but I couldn't afford them." "Well, now you can have them." Hayden finally smiled. Emily smiled back, and began to relax. *** Hayden conducted the lessons in a surprisingly formal way. But there was something in his attitude that was somehow more intimate than Emily expected. and there was something else about him that she couldn't identify. She found him patient in his teaching, but firm in his instruction. When she would arrive, he would greet her almost coldly, no matter how friendly she was. He would inform her of the chords, and in later weeks, songs, that he would teach her. When he told her to practice something in front of him or at home during the week, she would do so; there would be no excuses. If she did not practice the new chord to his satisfaction that week, he would not allow her to continue the next lesson until she perfected that one chord in front of him, as her cheeks burned. She sometimes suspected that he enjoyed her embarrassment. He never asked Emily if she felt like practicing, he would not request her to study the books he gave her. He simply told her, and she found herself enjoying the weekly orders more than what they taught her. She loved the way he touched her shoulder lightly at the end of each lesson, forcing her to look directly at him, before telling her what to practice that week. The way he would watch her, with his authoritative gaze as she agreed and complied gave her shivers. She always complied. As the weeks went by, Hayden began sit closer to her as she played, correcting her hand positions and posture. Her closed her eyes whenever he grasped her waist to straighten slightly her hunched body- a result of her shy nature, almost an attempt to hide herself with her own body. But he did not allow it- he told Emily that playing that way would hurt her after awhile. He corrected her kindly and without fuss when she made mistakes, but she hated disappointing him, and frequently apologized to him. When she did well, though, the most satisfying feeling, more than from the accomplishment itself, was from his words: "Good job." *** After a couple months, they began to talk more to each other, having long conversations, particularly about their pasts and their families. They found things in common that surprised them both. They both had controlling parents and few friends. Emily confided in Hayden that she knew very little about life, and that being away from her family, while giving her a sense of freedom, usually scared her as well. He, on the other hand, seemed to have no sense of fear. He had run away at 16 and now, at 21, he had finally found a steady job. It was at a small thrift store in town. He hated it, he told her, but it felt good to settle down- at least for now. He also told her that he had grown up just a few miles away from town. "I wish I had met you a long time ago," Emily told him during one conversation. Hayden raised his eyebrows. "And why is that?" She blushed slightly and shrugged. He leaned back on the couch, stretching out his long legs. "If I had met you when I was a kid, I would have fucked up your life, trust me." "Well...but isn't that better than being bored all the time?" He had almost smiled then. "Maybe. Yeah, maybe." "Hey, what's that?" She pointed to a new-looking book an a stand at his his of the couch. He picked it up and handed it to her. "Oh, yeah. It's about BDSM. Do you know what that is?" "No." She opened it up to read the contents. "Bondage, discipline, domination, submission, sadism, masochism." "Oh." She skimmed through a few pages."So it's about sex." "It's not always sexual. But a lot of it is. You can borrow it if you want." "Sure. Thanks. I kind of have heard of some of this." She felt surprisingly relaxed. "What do you think of that kind of thing?" "It's...kind of...interesting." He gave her a peculiar look. "That's what I thought," he commented quietly. "I find a lot of things interesting though," she added quickly. Emily took the book home after the lesson. After climbing into bed that night, she curled up in her fluffy blankets and started skimming through it. The information was, to her, explicit, frightening, sweet, romantic. It made her stomach feel tight with guilt but excited her. And as she read it, her mind kept turning to Hayden. Why was he reading this book? Was he into all this? Was he a Dom? A sadist, maybe? Or was he just interested in everything? From the hundreds of books in his apartment, he seemed to be. It made Emily think of him in a different way. As she read about dominant men tying up their subs, spanking them, running feathers and knives over them, she pictured Hayden doing those things. And she pictured him doing them to her. *** The next week, when Emily arrived at Hayden's apartment, she had the book in her backpack. "Here's your book. Thanks for letting me borrow it." She took it out and handed it to him. He took it. "Did you like it?" "Uh, yeah. It was great. Are, um...you..." "Am I what?" He was hiding a smile and she realized that she knew what she was trying to ask. He was making her finish the sentence. Why? She wondered. But she had a feeling she knew. "Do you...like...this kind of thing?" "What kind of thing?" "BDSM." "Yes. I like it very much." "Ok." She went over to the couch and sat down. "I was just wondering." "Do you want to know anything else?" He sat next to her. "Well, are you...a Dom?" "Yes." "Are you a sadist?" "Yes, Emily. I am." "You like hurting girls?" "Only very special girls." "Have you ever had someone who was...special?" "No. I thought I did a couple times." He paused thoughtfully, then looked into her eyes. "I'd like to find a nice little masochist to play with one day. Someone sweet, and shy..." He glanced up and down her body. "....Maybe a little chubby." She blushed for what felt like the hundredth time in front of him. He moved closer to her, inches from her. Hayden leaned forward and whispered in her ear "Do you want to play with me, Emily?" She didn't answer right away. He began stroking her dark hair, as he explained. "I like you." His breath was heavy on her neck. "A lot. I've never wanted a girl like I want you, Emily. I've fucked so many girls but I didn't give a shit about them. I've never laid awake at night thinking about any of them... I can't stop thinking about you. The way your body would feel under me. The way your little neck would feel in my hands. I want you. All to myself. Would you like that?" She tried to speak. "What is it?" He pulled away a little to see her better. She looked up at him. "I...I don't know..." "You're nervous. That's OK. I bet no one's ever talked to you like this before." She shook her head, and her eyes went down once again. "If you're willing," Hayden told her gently, "I promise you'll enjoy it. I know who you are and I want to bring it all out. Do you understand that? I know what you need and want, I can feel it. I want to give it all to you. I don't want a slave, Emily. I like you just the way you are, and I won't try to tell you what to do all the time. I want you to be your own person. But when I fuck you... you'll be my whore. And you'll do whatever I say." Then, he bent down, and, lifting her chin up gently, gave her what he intuitively knew would be her first kiss. Without knowing how, she kissed him back; he responded by forcing her mouth open, sliding his tongue into it, brushing against her tongue and teeth. Pulling back a little, he bit her bottom lip. She gasped and pulled away. He stood back up and smiled as she felt her bleeding lip with a finger. After a long pause, she murmured "I want it." "What do you want? To be my little whore?" "Yes..." "Say it." She hesitated, never having used that word before. "Say it right now." "I want to be... your little whore." Her whole face was red. There was that smile again, wider than usual. "Good girl. Thank you." He gave her one more, quick kiss, licking her blood off his own lips as he pulled away. "Lesson's over. Go home. I'll see you next week. Then we can play." There was tension and excitement in his voice, and in hers as they said goodbye. *** That next Sunday, Emily was lying on his bed. The days leading up to then had been agonizing, had felt like weeks. But, barely 19, and a virgin, she didn't want to admit to herself how scared she was to finally be here.. Her heart pounded in her ears as she waited for Hayden to return with the item he had promised. Curled in the fetal position, she pulled his blankets against her face, taking in his familiar scent. It calmed her. He had welcomed her casually when she arrived earlier. Confusing her more, he gave her the next lesson and had her practice, like any other Sunday. But she went along, until the end of the lesson, when he put his arm around her waist and led her into his bedroom. "Get on my bed and stay there. I'll be back soon." "W-where are you going?" "I'm going to get something for us. Stay in here. Alright?" She sat on the bed with an impatient sigh. "Oh, alright." She heard him laugh as he closed the door behind him. Emily waited nearly an hour, and finally closed her eyes, her head on Hayden's pillow, trying to imagine him with her. Suddenly, she heard the doorknob's loud rattle. Her eyes popped open. The door opened slowly, and Hayden calmly stepped in without greeting her. He didn't even look at her. He was holding a small bag, which he set on a chair in the corner. Then, he came over to her, and, standing a few feet from her at the side of the bed, he said "Sit up." She obeyed him. Her heart was beating wildly. "If you need me to stop-really need it- you will say 'red'. Not 'no' or anything else. If you use this safe-word, everything stops, immediately. I won't be angry or disappointed with you. But I will not do anything to you again until next week, so that you understand how serious asking me to stop is. Understand?" She took a deep breath. "Yes. I do." "Take off your clothes." She felt weak, but her hands somehow made it to the front of her pale yellow blouse. She slowly began to unbutton it. "Look up at me while you undress, slut." She felt her chest tighten at the word "slut". She quickly looked up, forced herself to stare into his eyes. There was an expression of pleasure at her humiliation. Reaching the third button, her white bra was now slightly exposed. She stopped. She'd never showed so much skin before. She already felt naked. Her eyes automatically went down. He lunged forward and grabbed her shirt, ripping it open. She pulled away, covering herself. He had briefly scared her, but now she felt the dampness between her legs, which she had first felt when she'd arrived, become more noticeable. He gave a short, sharp laugh. Roughly and without warning, he pushed her onto her back. With her legs hanging over the bed, she squirmed and kicked out helplessly while he pinned her hands above her head. He ran his other hand over her bra. The weight of his body on hers- giving her such a powerless, intimate feeling- this what she wanted. What she had wanted for weeks. She felt a lump in her throat as he began to unhook her bra. She stared up at the cracked ceiling. He took off her bra, exposing her small breasts and hard, pinkish-brown nipples. He lowered his head and kissed them all over lightly. "That feels good," she murmured. Her tense body filled with pleasure. After a few minutes, he stopped, and got off of her. No, she thought. Don't stop now. Please. She watched, in an almost trance-like state, as he took off her jeans. He chuckled at her white Hello Kitty panties, with that wet spot right in the middle of the crotch. "Such an innocent little girl, but so dirty. Your cunt is wet from being my toy." He pulled them off. "No, no." He opened her legs, which were involuntarily starting to close. "Keep them open, like a good girl, so I can see your pretty cunt." This was it. She was exposed to a man for the first time, completely vulnerable to him. He ran his fingers up the inside of her thighs. He stopped an inch from her crotch and began to massage her. "Mmmmm..." "Shhh". He moved his fingers to her pussy, stroking her clitoris and labia, and just skirting the outside of her vagina. She gripped the blankets on either side of her, her hips raising with an increasing level of enjoyment. She tossed her head back and forth listlessly, moaning. Suddenly he stopped. What had she done to make him end this? She wondered frantically. Then, sitting up slightly, she realized that he was undressing. First his shirt. Then he removed his jeans and boxers. "Wow," she breathed. His penis looked big to her, and thick. He stood right over her, his cock inches from her dripping pussy. He moved forward, brushing it against her hole. "Oh!" Her eyes widened. Hayden stepped back and went over to the chair where he had set the bag. He reached in it and pulled out something long and narrow. It was dark, and made of wood. "This is a paddle," he informed her. "Turn over so I can spank you." Emily obeyed him, turning over and exposing her bottom to him. "Good girl." He set the paddle on the nightstand, and began feeling her ass gently, rubbing and squeezing it. Emily's eyes closed in response to this new stimulation. "I like that," She murmured. "Then you'll love this." He gave her a few light, stinging swats with his hand. Emily winced each time. Then she heard him pick up the paddle and touch it against her bottom. It was cold. He hit her with it five times, slow and hard, as she wriggled in pain. Afterward, he rubbed her bottom again, easing the pain. He grabbed her and turned her body over. She was smiling up at him. "Did you like that, slut?" He asked her. "Yes." "Then thank me for spanking you." He pinched her nipple. She yelped, then said "Thank you, Hayden." "Now," he told her, his voice low and rough, "I am going to fuck you." He leaned over her again, and picked her up. For a few seconds, he held her in his arms, with surprising tenderness. Then he laid her longways on his bed, her head in the middle of his pillow. He climbed on top of her shaking body, holding her down firmly even though she was not struggling. She felt him open her legs wide with his knees. The feeling of powerlessness under him as he prepared to penetrate her was now over-whelming. "I'm kinda scared" She whispered. "I know. It's OK." He stroked and kissed her sweat-drenched forehead. "Everything will be OK." He kissed her lips softly. "I'm going to hurt you. But you like being hurt, don't you, you little whore?" She nodded slowly. Everything that he said sounded beautiful to her.They both knew he had complete control over her. She was his right now. "Remember the safe-word." He pushed his cock into her, gently. She shut her eyes tightly, whimpering in pain. He's inside me, he's finally inside me, She thought over and over. "It's so big...Oh God it hurts..." "Shut up and take it. Emily" But he paused, waiting for the right moment to go all the way in. He bit her neck hard, drawing few drops of blood, and she yelped and squirmed. But the biting distracted her from her nervousness so that eventually, she quieted down, her whimpering being replaced little moans and sighs as he began to move very slowly inside her again. Then he shoved it in her, all the way, and she screamed in pain, but she was screaming "YES!" At the same time her cunt tensed up, making his penis hurt her even more. He pulled out and rammed it in her again, going at her like a wild animal. He grabbed her throat, not quite choking her, but making her gasp a little for air. "Do you like it, bitch? You like it when I fuck you hard?" Emily and Hayden Ch. 02 This is the next chapter in my story. For full context, please read my first story, entitled Emily and Hayden (although this chapter stands on it's own for the most part). http://www.literotica.com/s/emily-and-hayden Please rate and comment! :3 *** Emily awoke slowly to Hayden watching her. He was still holding her as he had before she'd fallen asleep a few hours before. His eyes were so beautiful, his face so close, that Emily blushed all the way down her neck. Hayden just smiled and kissed her forehead. One of his arms was wrapped around her, and she felt his other hand slowly travel down her body, leaving trails of tingly heat, to her crotch, and gently dipped a finger inside her, just slightly. She whimpered. "It hurts..." "Poor thing." He slowly massaged her pussy with the tip of his finger. It hurt a bit, but made her feel better, too. Hayden asked, "Is it just sore, or do you feel like there's a tear?" Emily struggled to pull her thoughts and words together, as she was still very sleepy. "Mmmm... just sore, I think...that feels good though." After a few seconds, he pulled out and rubbed her thighs. "You'll hurt for a little while, but it won't last long. Until then, there are plenty of other things I can do to your cute little body." He moved his hand up and lightly tickled her sides and tummy, and she giggled and squirmed. "Like what?" "That's for later. Just relax now." He leaned in and kissed her neck up and down, avoiding the spot where he had drawn blood an hour earlier. "Hayden?.." "Yes, Emily?" She blushed again- darn it, she thought, why do I always do that?!- and turned away. He grasped her chin gently and made her face him. "What is it?" he said. "I just... I... you're so nice to me, even when you scare me or hurt me. I like how you make me feel..." He pulled her closer, and she nuzzled her face against his shoulder. "You are very special to me." Emily just could not bring herself to look up at him. She felt happy hearing his words, but couldn't bring herself to completely believe him, despite the warmth in her chest that his words brought. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice faltering slightly. She was starting to cry, and she wasn't sure why. She did know that she felt TOO happy, as if she was in a dream that could at any time end and leave her feeling cold, empty and scared. Hayden didn't seem put off by her crying or her doubts. "I mean it, little one. You are a very special girl," He said, petting her. After a few moments of light crying, she felt better, but for several minutes afterward, Hayden just kept touching, stroking her. She noticed that he didn't rush her to say that she felt better or to stop crying, as others had done to her before. He was patient, as he always was with her. And she wanted to thank him for it, but she doubted that she could phrase her words right. There was another feeling, rising to the surface now that she could not identify. She looked up at him. Impulsively, she asked "May... I... call you Master?" He broke their embrace, grabbed her wrists, rolled on top of her, and pinned her arms above her head. He looked her in her eyes. "Now why do you want to call me that?" "Um... I... I really don't know." Hayden leaned down and kissed her mouth softly. Thoughtfully, he said, "You have been more submissive today than I thought you were capable of. I may have been wrong about you." "What do you mean?" He let her go, and the sudden absence of his touch bothered her. "We can discuss that later. But from now on, you are to refer to me as Master, or Sir, in this apartment." He got out of bed, walked to her side, and picked her up like he had just before he had fucked her, and she wrapped her arms around his neck. "Understand?" "Um...." Her voice dropped to an embarrassed whisper. "Yes, Master... thank you." "Good girl." He headed out his bedroom door, Emily in his arms. "Where are we going...Sir?..." She felt anxious and confused about his previous comment. "We're going to take a shower." They were in the hall now. "I... I should get home, though, I think." Hayden's voice lowered slightly, and his grip around her tightened. "You're not going anywhere. Once we get in there, you're going to be a good little slut and suck my cock." Emily breathed in sharply. He was frightening her a little. But she liked it- or at least she thought she did. And of course she loved the way he was holding her. She knew nothing of oral sex, and she felt that she was not ready for this next step. But she also desperately wanted to please him, even if it hurt or humiliated her. She needed his approval. And if he thought she was ready... "Y-yes Sir. I'll do whatever you want..." *** Hayden brought Emily into his dimly lit bathroom and put her down, standing up, in the middle of the tub. He pointed the shower head against the wall and turned it on, but not at full force. She felt almost-hot water splash against her back. He stepped into the shower and closed the curtain. He tilted his head slightly, watching her shivering, goose-bumped body and her obvious anxiety. His face took on an expression of desire that made Emily's heart skip in excitement. He pointed the water closer to them and leaned forward to give her a kiss on her forehead, whispering "Relax, my little whore. I know I've put you through a lot today. I'll do most of the work this first time." "Master, will it... hurt a lot? What if I can't do it right? What if I disappoint you?" Hayden kissed her lips, running his hands up and down her sides, comforting yet erotic. "It won't hurt more than you can handle, and you could not possibly disappoint me, my slut." Suddenly he shoved her against the wall, reminding her just how sore her body was. He kissed her hard this time, relentlessly, forcing his tongue into her mouth. He squeezed her neck, her breasts, her ass, every part of her that he could reach, and it was painful. He only stopped squeezing to spank her, never moving his mouth from hers. Emily gasped, and yelped loudly, which only made him hit her harder. She tried to stay silent and kiss him back, but he was too fast and intense, and all she could do was give in to him. Emily felt him grip her wet hair and push her down until she was kneeling. His hard cock was right in her face, and she was shocked by how it looked, its bulging veins and the already dripping precum. She looked down. I can't do this, I can't, she thought. But then he lifted up her chin, and he was smiling, the same smile he gave her whenever she was nervous about playing guitar in front of him, and whenever she made a mistake and felt stupid. She smiled back at him. She trusted him. Hayden held her hair with both hands now. "Open your mouth." His voice was husky and filled with lust, but kind. She obeyed, and he slowly filled her small mouth with his cock, She could taste his precum, salty and a little creamy. Just as she was about to gag, before he touched the back of her mouth, he stopped. "Suck. Now." Emily started to suck, not very hard, but consistently. She tried to lick his cock at the same time, although it was difficult to maneuver her tongue around him. "Good girl, good whore." He began to fuck her mouth gently, holding her by her hair and moving her head in rhythm to his slow thrusts. He never hit the back of her mouth, so less than half of his cock was in, but he didn't seem to mind. Emily was a little overwhelmed at first, but then began to understand the movements. She started to bob her head up and down on Hayden's cock, making little noises of pure pleasure. He loosened his grip on her hair and let her move on her own, and began to groan in a low tone, which excited her further. He took one of her hands, which was on his side, and placed it on the base of his cock. She stroked and rubbed it, hoping that was what he wanted. She felt him throbbing in her mouth as he growled, "That's it... you're a fast learner, aren't you? Do you want me to cum in your mouth, little cock-sucker?" With her mouth still full of his cock, she managed an "Mm!" She pulled away and exclaimed "Yes, Sir!" Hayden pushed the shower head away from them, then gripped Emily's hair tighter and forced her back onto his cock, still gentle, but firm. She felt him thrust a little faster three or four times. With a deep growl, he filled her mouth with hot, sticky semen. It overflowed and spilled out her mouth, dripping down her chin. As she attempted to swallow it all, he pulled out. His penis was covered in his semen and he ordered her "Clean it off." She licked at his cock eagerly, letting out soft moans, until she'd gotten every drop. He then used his cock to wipe off what had dripped to her chin, and she cleaned that up as well. Breathing heavily, they both took a few minutes to regain their energy. Hayden petted Emily and washed her face, and she nuzzled against him, occasionally giving his cock shy little kisses and licks. Then, he helped her to her feet- supporting her, as her legs were weak. He reached between her legs and pressed two fingers against her dripping pussy. Hayden smiled in approval and tickled her swollen clit, the only part of that area that didn't feel too sore to be stimulated. She moaned happily, looking up at him, hopeful that she would get a chance to orgasm. "What do you need from me right now?" He leaned down to lick her hard nipples and began massaging her clitoris. "Oh!" Emily trembled from the sudden sensations that sent a warmth through her. Combined with the heat of the shower, it was almost unbearable. "Please... make me cum?" Hayden smacked her thigh. "Aren't you forgetting something?" "Uh! Um.... Sir, please may I cum?!" He rubbed her clit a little harder, in small circles, but excruciatingly slow. She started to grind against his fingers, but he shoved her back. "Did I give you permission to do that, bitch?" "Oh god, Master, please, please..." She felt as if she would burst into tears if he didn't giver her a release. "Don't fucking move." Emily tried her best to stay still for him, but her body shook, and she could barely stand.. Hayden sped up his pace, rubbing hard in a circular motion and occasionally scratching at her clit, eliciting small screams from deep within her. He moved his other hand to her breast, squeezing it gently, and he kissed her hard. Emily came, right then, moaning nonstop into his mouth as he attacked her clit with his fingers and pinched at her nipple with his other hand. She couldn't stand still anymore and began grinding and humping his hand, but he allowed it this time. He pulled back from the kiss, and tugged at her earlobe with his teeth. "Oh, baby girl, you are so fucking beautiful," he whispered hoarsely into her ear. Emily felt her body start to go weak just then, and if Hayden hadn't caught her she would have fallen. "Easy, now. I want you to sit down, alright? And I'll clean you up." "Thank you, thank you, thank you..." She murmured, lightheaded and still on a high from the orgasm. Hayden helped her sit down on the floor of the tub. He turned off the shower head and began to fill up the tub. Opening the curtain, he stepped out and quickly dried himself off. "I'll be right back, little one," he said, his attitude was calm and paternal. Emily nodded wearily. "OK, Master." She began to relax in the tub, and she spread her legs as much as the tub allowed. Suddenly she gasped. "Master!" she called. She heard his swift steps in the hallway. He appeared at the door in his jeans, but shirtless. She exclaimed, "Master... my... I'm bleeding!" He looked as if he was hiding a smile. "It's alright, sweetheart." He took a cloth from a shelf by the sink, came over to her and sat on the edge of the tub, facing her. He gently cleaned the insides of her thighs and just outside her cunt, where a little dried blood still remained despite the water. "You bled a little when I fucked you, because I broke your hymen; that's normal, and it won't harm you at all." "But it hurts more now too." "That's because you were trying to fuck my hand, like the naughty little girl you are. You're just a little extra sore. I should have stopped you, but you were just so cute." He stopped cleaning her to kiss her cheek. Emily sighed and then smiled slightly. Of course that's all it was. How could she have not realized it? "Now I feel stupid. I'm sorry... Sir." He went back to cleaning her, moving on to her tummy and sides. "Don't ever apologize for not knowing something. You are just innocent. I think it's endearing." "Thank you, Master." Emily kissed him along his jawline, enjoying the feel of his stubble against her lips, and she hoped he liked the way her lips felt on his skin. "You make me feel so good. And not just when you make me cum. I like it even more when you let me make you cum, and when you hold me, and..." her voice drifted off. She felt vaguely embarrassed- again. Hayden was silent for a moment. "I'm very lucky to have met you," he said finally. He sat her up a bit and put some shampoo in her hair, and massaged it into her scalp. He finished washing her hair in silence, and as he rinsed it, he continued. "You are so sweet and eager to please. I knew that before today, but still, I expected some resistance, or defiance, or at least more reluctance, especially considering how little I told you of my plans for you." It seemed that he had to say, but he stopped there. Emily flushed with pride, but worry still lingered in the back of her mind. She thought back to her obvious displays of fear and crying that day. True, it had been their first day like this together, but over the time they had gotten to know each other more closely in the past few weeks, she had almost cried a few times while telling him about her family, her feelings, and even once when she had not practiced the lesson he had given her that week. It had always bothered her how hard it was to hide her emotions from Hayden, especially since he could always tell what she was feeling. "Aren't I.. too emotional? Doesn't it annoy you?" "I'm glad you feel comfortable enough with me to share your emotions. And I enjoy your emotions. They never annoy me." She glanced down at her sudsy lap. "That's not possible!" "Don't argue with your Master," he said. His voice was harsh, but when she looked up, he was smiling at her. She grinned back, finally feeling her doubts dissolve. "Yes, Sir." Emily and Hayden Ch. 03 This is third in my series Emily and Hayden. Please comment and rate! Thank you! :3 http://www.literotica.com/s/emily-and-hayden http://www.literotica.com/s/emily-and-hayden-ch-02 ***** Hayden helped Emily to her feet and led her out of the bath, taking a large folded towel off a shelf and lightly drying her hair with it. He patted her closed eyes and wiped her cheeks, and while her eyes were still closed, surprised her with a quick kiss on her lips. He dried her body, then wrapped her in the towel and led her back to his bed. *** "Sit down," he commanded her quietly. She sat on the edge of the bed, and he sat down as well. He took the towel off her and began to dry her hair more thoroughly. Emily sighed contentedly, enjoying the way his fingers felt massaging her. She felt embarrassed sitting there naked- somehow it was different than being in the bath- but she ignored that feeling. Hayden set the towel over the foot board and she turned to face him, folding her arms self-consciously over her slightly pudgy tummy. "What are we going-" He grasped her arms and pulled them apart, holding them behind her back. Then he kissed her passionately; it was a long, slow, heavy kiss, and she melted into it, submitting to him without hesitation, closing her eyes as a surge of need for him- his dominance, affection and approval- flowed through her. He let go of her arms and pushed her onto her back, still kissing her. Her mind reeled, trying to make sense of the strange feelings and emotions that overtook her every time he held her down. It felt so right, as if she were made for him, made to submit to him. He pulled away and stood up. She opened her eyes and gazed up at him, disoriented and pleading. "More, please, Sir?" He smiled and shook his head. "Turn over," he said. She obeyed, with some reluctance, as he went around to the other side of the bed. She was afraid he would spank her again, and she was too tired to handle that, and so she squirmed away from him a bit as he got close to her on his knees. She felt his hands around her waist- he was pulling her closer. He leaned down onto her slightly. "Never move away from me," he whispered matter-of-factly into her ear. She shivered, partly because his hot breath excited her, partly because she was nervous. Now, she thought, she was definitely going to be spanked. Tears stung her eyes. She was upset with herself for her action. "Yes, Sir, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean-" "Shh..." He pushed her damp hair to the side and began kissing the side and back of her neck, slowly, sometimes pausing to suck a little. She was surprised that she was feeling kisses and not stinging swats, but also relieved- and aroused again. He sat up and started to massage her neck and shoulders. She whimpered, grateful that his strong hands were gentle now that she was so exhausted. It almost hurt, but the longer he did it the better it felt. He moved to her back, slowly working his way down. By the time he reached her bottom, she was nearly , but this new stimuli made her wriggle. She heard him chuckle above her. He always seemed amused by her reactions. He spent plenty of time rubbing her ass, stopping only to take a new, small bottle of lotion off the nightstand, which he worked into her skin, soothing the slight burn that his spankings had caused. It had some ingredient that was pleasantly cooling, and she knew he must have bought it just for her. Eventually, he moved to her thighs, her calves, and finally her feet (sometimes massaging them, sometimes tickling them, which delighted Emily). After he was finished, he told her "On your back again, little girl." She complied. He spread her legs, getting in between them on his knees, admiring the liquid trickling from her slit. She half-sat up craned her neck, trying to see him clearly as he leaned forward. "Lay back and close your eyes, Emily," he said firmly. She lay back, shut her eyes, and suddenly she felt his warm tongue on her clitoris, licking her. It moved to her still-tender cunt, and he was so gentle that it didn't hurt as he licked and sucked on her labia. "Oh, Master," She panted. Was he going to let her cum again? Surely she didn't deserve another orgasm, especially since she had done nothing for him. Maybe he was just going to tease her? But he continued, nibbling on her inner thighs and her labia, sucking on her swollen little clit.. As he worked his tongue into her cunt, he massaged her thighs yet again, sometimes moving up to rub or tickle her tummy and breasts. She giggled and moaned, biting her lip, as he slowly brought her closer and closer to the edge. When she was breathing raggedly and her body trembled with need, he whispered to her, "You may cum for me, little one." He immediately pressed his mouth against her slit, not quite enough to hurt. He kissed and sucked rapidly, thrusting his tongue deep inside her with a steady rhythm that made her hips raise and grind slightly. A rush of physical and emotional sensations came over her, not as intense as in the shower, but just as sweet. Her tired body shuddered as she cried "Master!" over and over, the delicate movements of his tongue producing powerful waves of pleasure in her. As she came down again from her orgasm, he licked up all of her wetness, cleaning her so that she could fully relax. He proceeded to kiss her up her body, until he reached her mouth, where he kissed and licked her lips, letting her taste herself. "Master," She mumbled, "Why did you let me cum again?" He only replied, soothingly, "Go to sleep, my pet. It's getting late, and you need your rest. We have a big day tomorrow." She worried a little, a fear that had been kept in the back of her mind until now. Her parents knew she was having a "sleepover" at someone's house, and they were not suspicious, but still, they would not be pleased to discover that she was with a man that they nothing about. They wouldn't exactly scream at her, but they would certainly be "disappointed". "Are you sure that everything will be OK? What if my parents find out?" Hayden pulled her close and kissed the top of her head. "Everything will be fine. Just trust me. We can work out how to deal with your family on another day. This weekend is for us." She was pleasantly surprised. "You mean you want them to know?" "Of course I do. I don't plan on keeping us a secret, and I don't plan on letting you go. And Emily..." He spoke more slowly. "I wanted to talk to you about this tomorrow but..." He looked into her eyes. "I thought you were just a submissive, and that was fine, but I have a feeling that I can train you into an obedient little slave. Only if you want, of course, and the training would be mild at first. We could stop if you decided that you could not handle it. But I think you would be a good slave, and I think that I would be a good Master to you." "I don't know if I want to be a slave. Not... all the time. I loved... today, I love what we did, and I like the idea of doing it all the time, but... Do you really believe I could be a slave... Sir?" Earlier his words would have scared her, but now, after all they did, she felt a mix of nervousness, confusion, and hopefulness. She knew that she was submissive, but maybe she really was more than that. She wasn't sure. He smiled as he said "Yes, I do. It is your choice, but it's a big one that you should not make quickly, and we can discuss it more later, over the next few weeks. Now, if you don't want a spanking, baby girl, go to sleep." And so Emily closed her eyes, snuggling up to Hayden. She breathed in his scent deeply, letting it relax her, and within a few minutes she fell asleep in his protective embrace. Emily and Hayden Ch. 04 Hi, this is #4 in my series, please rate and comment. :3 www.literotica.com/s/emily-and-hayden-ch-01 www.literotica.com/s/emily-and-hayden-ch-02 www.literotica.com/s/emily-and-hayden-ch-03 ***** Emily slept well and woke up early in Hayden's arms once again. He was sleeping still, so she began kissing his chest and neck to wake him. With a small moan, he opened his eyes slowly and pulled her close, rolling her on top of him. She pushed herself up on her elbows so she could see his face. "Little girl," he said softly, stroking her neck and between her small breasts, "How are you feeling this morning?" "I feel good," she whispered, leaning down to kiss his forehead, the way he so often kissed her's. "I'm excited, and kind of nervous," she admitted. "And my legs are tired. And I don't want to go home later today." She petted his dark hair, admiring it and the rest of his face. Even when it was messy, his hair still looked cute, the way his bangs came almost over his eyes. He had gotten it cut since they had first met, from almost shoulder-length, to this somewhat shorter style. It made him look innocent, and the contrast between it and the intense, commanding gaze that he so often directed at her aroused and sometimes unsettled her- particularly as his eyes were so soft at other times. They were not that big, but were hazel-brown and sloped down at the corners. They almost always made him look vaguely sad, even when he smiled. "Emily, baby," Hayden said mildly. "Are you alright?" She realized that she had been staring him. "Yes, um, I'm fine, Sir." He was trying very hard not to smile, and his eyes crinkled. He was not good at hiding smiles. Emily squealed at his expression and kissed him. He kissed her back, pulling her against him with his strong arms. When he ended the kiss after several seconds he asked, a little out-of-breath, "Do you see the closet over there?" "Yes, Master." "Go open it. On the floor you'll see a large, dark blue bag. Bring it to me." There was that look again, the one that sent shivers down her spine. Her heart sped up. "Yes, Sir!" She pulled back the covers and got off of him and out of bed. "Emily." Something in his voice made her freeze immediately. "Y-yes Sir?" "Crawl." "What?" "You heard me. Hands and knees, crawl to the closet. Open it. Pick up the bag with your teeth, and crawl back here to this side of the bed. Do you understand all of that, slut, or do I have to explain to you again?" "No- I, I mean yes, I understand. Sir." She dropped to her hands and knees. She frequently felt self-conscious being naked around him but in this position, crawling around the bed and across the room, she was so exposed, and she felt defenseless, like a small animal. She could feel him watching her bare ass, her swollen labia, her breasts swinging from side to side. When she glanced behind her at him, she saw that he was stroking his hard cock. She looked away quickly. She wanted to close her legs tightly, but had a feeling that would be unacceptable, and she yearned to please him. And god, she realized how wet she was then. She paused. How could I be enjoying this? She wondered. What's wrong with me? "Hurry up," Hayden said, a note of warning in his voice. She scurried across the floor to the closet, reached up and, closing her eyes to avoid looking at herself in front of the mirrors on the doors, opened the them. She scanned the messy floor until she saw a large, dark bag in far right corner. She crawled into the closet, picked up the thick fabric handles with her teeth and turned around, heading back to Hayden. It was heavy and awkward to hold, and she knew how ridiculous she must have looked half carrying, half dragging it. She presented it to him, her face and body flushed with effort, humiliation, and desire. He stopped jacking off and sat up on the edge of the bed. He took the bag from her, set it on the bed, and pulled her to him, letting her cheek rest against his thick cock. She rubbed her face against it automatically. He let go of her and told her to sit back. He reached into the bag ans took something small out of it- a collar, thin and black, with a small heart in the front and a clasp in the back that had a keyhole. She whispered "Is that for-" "Emily, will you please turn around?" It felt unusual to hear him request anything from her, but she turned around quickly anyway. He carefully put the collar around her neck and she heard it close with a firm "click." "Do you like it?" "Oh, yes, Sir!" "I bought it just for you. I bought a few other things too, but this was particularly enjoyable to pick out. I think it suits you." He took her hand and led her, on her hand and knees, to the mirror. "It's beautiful," Emily said in a whisper. In the collar, she felt slightly more confident in her position. "I want you to wear this when you are with me, particularly when I fuck you. You'll leave it here. If, sometime in the future, we decide to try something more... permanent, like we discussed earlier, then you can have this collar to wear wherever you go. I have the key for it in my drawer, and I'll take it off before you leave today. Do you understand all this?" "Yes, Master, I understand. Thank you so much." Her voice was soft and adoring as she turned from the mirror to gaze up at him. He knelt down, lifted her up under her arms, and held her high, like a child. "Now," he said, "Would you like to see the rest of what's in the bag?" "Of course I do, Sir!" She smiled timidly. He gently tossed her onto the bed. "Close your eyes, reach into it, and take something out. Anything." She did as he said, and produced a small whip. Her eyes widened slightly. She was still in some pain and did not particularly want him to use this on her, never mind the fact that it was just plain scary-looking. Definitely creepier than the paddle, she thought. "Now that, I've had for a couple years. I've used it on several subs. In fact, most of the items in there are old. Only your collar, the lotion I used on you last night, the paddle, and some KY is new." "Are you going to use this on me, Sir?" She cringed. "Oh, don't look so horrified. It won't be THAT bad. It stings, but I have other items that are considerably more painful." She sighed and glanced away. "You're so mean..." She was half-joking, but sensed quickly that it was the wrong thing to say. That feeling was confirmed when he walked up to her, grabbed her hair, and pushed her face-down on the bed. He pulled and pushed her body until she was in the position he wanted- stomach-down, legs over the bed, spread, hands above her head, face turned to the left. "Comfortable?" His voice, although very contained, sent something electric through her body. Emily hesitated. She didn't know whether to lie to him, in order to appease him, or to be honest. "No, Sir," she admitted. "Good." He reached between her legs and shoved a finger into her moist pussy. She whimpered, from shock and pain. "Does it turn you on to be punished, whore? "I- I don't know, Master." She suddenly felt him pushing his finger into her mouth, forcing her to taste her own fluids, and she sucked on it. "I was not going to be this harsh before, but I think you need to learn how important it is to never disrespect your Master. Don't you agree?" There was a rasp in his voice that hinted at arousal, not anger, but she knew he was still serious about her punishment. "Yesh, Shir..." She mumbled through his finger. He removed it from her mouth and picked up the whip. Instead of using it, though, he started off by lightly slapping her ass, and just as she became accustomed to the way his hand felt, he whipped her, once- hard. "No!" She cried out. He laughed sharply, and whipped her again, and she cried out again. "Why am I punishing you?" He asked. "B-because I- disrespected you, Sir." Again she felt a sting against her skin, which was already throbbing. "I'm sorry, Master, please stop, please, I'll never do it again." A flurry of hard, stinging whips came, 10, maybe more, until her bottom was bright red and tears streamed down her face from sheer physical pain. Five even harder attacks came, and just then, when she thought she could handle no more, he dropped the whip on the floor. She exhaled in relief. It was over. He came up behind her and she could feel his cock prodding against her pussy. She could not believe at first that it had turned him on so much to whip her until she cried. With a firm thrust, he filled her tight, sopping cunt. It hurt, but not nearly as much as the first time. He moved in and out gently a few times, as her quiet sobs turned to loud moans, then began thrusting into her at full force. He grabbed her sides and forced her onto his cock more. Is this punishment? Reward? She wondered. But as he fucked her harder and faster, she stopped caring. They both needed this from each other, and only from each other. That was all that mattered to her. "Oh, god, Master!" Her voice was strained and high-pitched as he pounded her cunt. "I'm- I'm cumming!" She was trying to ask for permission, although she knew she couldn't stop herself even if she tried. "Good girl, cum for me..." He rammed into her and stayed inside her, pumping her full of his semen. He let out the deepest growl she had ever heard from him, and it elevated her orgasm, and her body convulsed and writhed as she came. She clenched his cock with her pussy and let out one long, high-pitched scream, a fusion of agony, pleasure, humiliation, tension, and joy. He pulled out of her cunt and collapsed next to her, panting heavily. After a moment he pushed himself up and grasped her collar, pulling her fully onto the bed. He ran his hands over her red, stinging bottom, massaging it lightly. She winced from the sudden sensation, but it didn't hurt; it eased the pain. "Are you going to be rude to me again, little one?" He asked. "No, Sir... No, I'll be good. T-thank you for punishing me, Master." Hayden turned her over, and pulled her into his arms. He kissed and licked her blotchy, red, tear-stained face. She did not fight him, or even try to talk. Just like that, she thought, from whipping and fucking to kissing and massages. It made her head spin, how fast he could change his behavior and demeanor. But he never really changed. It didn't matter if he was punishing, teaching, rewarding or comforting her. He was always in charge of her. He knew exactly what he was doing, and he seemed to always know what she needed. She wasn't sure if that should frighten or comfort her. In that moment, as she submitted to his soothing caresses, Emily was only sure that she felt safe with him, and she didn't want it to end. Emily and Hayden "Y-yes..." she moaned. She felt him grow even bigger inside her. He growled in her ear "That's right, you like my cock in your tight little virgin cunt." He started grinding against her. "Yes... OH, it feels so good!" She was completely constricted underneath him; his full weight was on her. He grabbed her hair and pulled it hard. "I'm gonna cum, baby. Deep inside your pussy." He was thrusting so hard, grinding so intensely that he rocked her body back and forth. As he said those words, Emily began to orgasm, her small body heaving, and she gasped loudly. Her pussy tightened even more around his throbbing penis, squeezing it and making him grunt as he finished inside her, ejaculating his semen in her. She suddenly relaxed, and with a sigh, his body relaxed on her as well. Only then did she realize how sore she was, and how hot and sweaty they both were. The sheets underneath them were soaked. She closed her eyes, blissfully. He took her head in his hands and kissed her face all over. "You're a such a good fuck, baby," He murmured between kisses. "Best one I've ever had." "Thank you," she said, barely audible. "Am I a good girl? Will you... keep doing this with me?" Her eyes opened slightly to look into his eyes. Hayden slowly rolled off of her, onto his back. He pulled her against him, holding her like a child, so her head was against his chest. And as he cuddled her, petting her messy hair and rubbing her sore shoulders, he assured her that she was the best girl in the whole world, and that he was going to keep playing this game with her, for a long, long time.