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Emmeline's Desires Pt. 01

By: KinkyMable



I leaned back against my car and looked at the house across the street. Tiny white lights twinkled around tree trunks and up branches, in the bushes, and around the edge of the sprawling, unused lawn. A pair of extensive driveways already lined with cars bordered the evergreen grass. Two stories of maroon bricks and eight wide windows, also edged by gleaming bulbs, warmly welcomed the night's visitors.

Their kindly glow wasn't doing anything to lessen the trepidation I felt. The wind was chilly and my dress was short, so I walked across the street and stepping stones despite the weight in the pit of my stomach. Standing in front of the door, I heard the cacophony of jazz melodies and mingling voices beckoning through the mahogany.

The thin veneer of courage I was wearing evaporated. Abruptly twirling around, my auburn curls obscured my vision long enough for me to bump into something. I realize it's another invitee and mourn my plan of an unseen escape. The stranger's large veined hands are holding my arms, steadying me.

"Sorry," I mumble. Finally looking up at him, I find that he is indeed a stranger. That might have lessened my embarrassment if I didn't find him so attractive. Sandy brown locks frame his long face and angular jaw. A curtain of bangs falls over the right side of his face, just past his mossy green eyes. A five o'clock shadow and handsome smile finish off his dashing look.

"Don't fret. Here for Randy?" he asked, releasing my arms from his grip.

"Yes, I can't believe he's already retiring."

"Time flies. Shall we go in?"

"Of course." The weight that seemed to have lifted is back as he opens the door and lets the noise of the party out into the night. There are a few guests deep in conversation, but most of activity is happening in the rooms off the foyer.

Watching as he closes the door behind us, I notice that our outfits look purposely coordinated. My svelte black dress matches his sleek onyx suit. A thin silver tie and platinum cufflinks pair perfectly with my own metallic flats and clutch.

Turning back to me, he holds out his hand. "I'm Carson, by the way."

Shaking his hand, I said, "Emmeline. Nice to meet you, Carson." 

Glad to have a distraction from my anxiety, I start some small talk. "Have you known Randy long?"

"Only since he's been dating Perry. I've been friends with Perry since college."

"Oh, I adore Perry. They're great together."

"Yeah, they are." He smiles sweetly. "So, have you been here before? This house is a great place to host. It was nice of their friend to let them use it."

So much for a distraction. "Yeah, Benjamin is very generous."

"You're friends?"

"Well, um. Hmm, we were a couple. I used to live here with him."

"Oh. Didn't end well?" Carson asked, grimacing as though he was afraid he was asking too much.

"I took a job opportunity. It was a year in Japan. Didn't want to do long distance, so yeah. I haven't seen him since I've been back." Why am I telling him all of this?

"So, tonight's the night. No pressure." His smile was reassuring and I want to believe him.

"Emmeline!" I turn around to find a boisterous man in a dark green suit.

"Perry!" We hug and he asked me when I arrived. "Japan didn't make you any more punctual, did it?" he laughs. "Carson, I see you've met our prodigal daughter."

"Yes, she's lovely." I feel myself blush.

Perry put his arm around my shoulder. "She is, but you've hogged her long enough. Randy is dying to see you, dear. Let's go find him."

I have just enough time to wave at Carson before Perry pulled me around the corner. We bump into a few other friends and have a few more mini reunions before we finally find Randy in the study. With Benjamin.

They're standing in front of the fireplace, surrounded by hundreds of books lining the walls. A hundred thousand pages are doing nothing to muffle their boisterous, alcohol raised voices. Randy's usually neatly combed hair is ruffled and streaked with more grey than I remember. He's laughing at something that Benjamin has said when he notices me.

"Oh, my dear! Ben, look who's here!" We both walk toward each other, but I cover more ground than he does in his tipsy state. He hugs me a little too tightly, unsteady. Suddenly, I wonder if he wonder if he wanted to retire at all. When he lets go, there's a smile on his face and tears shining in his eyes. "I'm so glad you're back."

"Me too. I'm glad to be home." I feel tears welling in my own eyes. Many of the books on the walls are mine, but this isn't my home anymore. My home is a hotel, at least until I find a new place. This thought makes it feel impossible to turn to Benjamin, but I don't know what else to do.

I fill my lungs and raise my blue eyes to meet his hazels. His chocolate brown hair is gelled into submission. In a short-sleeved polo and black slacks, he's easily the most casually dressed person here. Only him.

My manufactured smile falters under a flood of angst and desire. I open my mouth and wet my lips, waiting for a sentence I'm not sure will come.

"I'm glad you made it," Benjamin said. His timbre implies strength and determination, but the hitched tone of his breath betrays him.

"Of course," I answered cautiously.

The gap between us is breached by his right hand. I can only watch as his fingers curl around the curve of my waist. Magma warmth is emanating from his palm as it trails around my curves and rests at the small of my back. We both take a step toward each other. Snaking around my torso, he pulls me into a snug embrace. Without thought, my arms coil around his middle and my fingers capture his back.

Deepening his grip, he envelops me in his lanky arms. Inhaling his familiar scent of coffee and musky cologne, I feel like an addict getting a delayed high. The rapid thumping of his heart drums against my cheek, the steady throb rippling through my nerves. I'm home.

Demanding tears are threatening me and I have to let go before they fall. Ignoring the edgy tingle in my skin, I look at him and find him gazing back.

"Want a drink?" Perry asked. Randy has his arm wrapped around his much younger lover, they're both watching us intently. A waiter is next to him, holding a tray of shot glasses filled with clear liquid. I take one and swallow it hastily.

"Thanks." As the waiter walks away, I feel my ex's eyes on me. Turning to him, all I can think to say is, "Did you want one, Benjamin?"

"I thought only your mother called you that," a high, velvety voice quipped from behind me. Recognizing Leana's voice, I can't help but be surprised. She stops between me and Benjamin, the woman who was once engaged to him. Her body is covered in a cherry red dress that fits her like armor. Her black irises look at me with condemnation.

"Old habits," I said.

"Ancient," Leana responded. "When did you get back?"

"Just a few days ago."

"Well, Ben asked me to be is date tonight."

"That's great." I was saved from any further awkwardness when a server arrived to announce that the evening's entertainment was about to begin. I fled from the den, only to collide with a blur of black, white, and silver.

"We have to stop meeting like this, Emmeline," Carson joked.

"I'm sorry. It's your fault really. You keep interrupting my escapes," I joked.

Crumpling his eyebrows, he asked, "Are you okay?"

Before I can answer, the group I had abandoned came around the corner.

"Carson, thanks for coming!" Randy said.

"Of course."

Randy decided it was a good time for introductions. "This is Leana Rodriguez and this is our host for the evening..."

"Benjamin," Carson said with a flicker of understanding. Four sets of eyes looked immediately at me.

"Friends?" Benjamin asked, his voice icy.

Discomfort settled over my body. "We met tonight actually."

Benjamin surveyed Carson before holding out his hand. After they shook, Perry suggested that we continue into the living room. It was filled to the brim with guests. Randy and Perry made their way through and crowd to a loveseat in front of the piano that had been reserved for them. Leana look one of the last empty seats as the rest of them squeezed into a corner. 

As the woman at the piano was introducing herself and talking about how she knew Randy, I began to feel engulfed by stress. Having an interesting new man on one side and a beloved ex on the other was just too much. I tapped my toe against the hardwood floor, trying to calm myself down with the rhythm. It must have sounded more like an SOS though, because both of the men started offering succor.

Ben murmured my name at the same moment that Carson rubbed the back of my arm. Every instinct told me to answer Benjamin, but engaging him was sure to lure Leana's attention away from the pianist. Carson's tender fingers continued to massage my skin and slowly my silver flats calmed. I looked at him and mouthed my thanks. 

Carson's hand dropped to mine and squeezed. The pressure left my hand in the space of a blink. He had soothed my tremors, but added another weight to my stomach.

Ben cleared his throat pointedly as the pianist began to play. The talented woman charmed the keys as if they were ivory and ebony cobras. The melody was slow, simple, lonely. Allowing the docile chant to lull her, the lyrics seeped from the starved pieces of her heart. When she was done, Randy said that her performance was "haunting and beautiful." I agreed.

Raising my head, I found that Benjamin and Carson were looking at each other and Leana was on her way over. Muttering something about the restroom, I dashed from the room. Finding both the downstairs and upstairs bathrooms occupied, I went to the master bedroom door. Holding my breath, I knocked.

No one answered, but I still hesitated. What if Leana had moved in? I didn't know if I wanted that information right at this moment, but I heard someone coming up the stairs and dashed in. I closed the door and looked around the room slowly. No sign of Leana. Feeling guilty, I tiptoed to the bathroom. Relieved that there were no signs of her there either, I splashed some water on my face and took a few deep breaths. I didn't have a clear thought in my head. Deciding to say a quick goodbye and leave as soon as possible, I walked back into the bedroom.

Benjamin was standing by the bed. My mouth went dry as I tried to explain my presence. "The others were full."

"I see."

My muscles clenched and released throughout my body. A smile fidgeted onto my face and disappeared as I began to walk around him. His arm raised as I passed, blocking my way.

"We need to talk, Emmeline."

Nothing left to swallow, my reply was raspy, "Why?"

"Because I know you miss me."

"I do miss you, but..."

"Don't think I've forgotten the look in your eye when you're craving direction."

"Benji..."

Before I inhaled another breath, my back was against the wall. One set of fingers roamed from my waist to my thigh, flirting with the hem of my dress. His other hand cradled my neck and pulled through my auburn locks.

"I've missed you too, Emmy," he rasped.

Breath hitching at the desire in his voice, a small moan left my mouth. Leaving my neck, his hand travelled to my breast, his thumb tracing a nipple.

"Again," he growled.

"Benji," I said obediently. At the sound of the name, he pinched my covered nipple. Twisting it painfully to draw a gasp.

"Again."

As I whispered the private name, he repeated the twist on my other nipple. Moisture began to pool in my folds as he demanded the name a third time. I complied with a shudder. Bringing the hand from my thigh, his fingers curled over the neckline of my dress and snuck beneath the thin lace of my bra. Two yanks exposed my breasts to him, they were constricted by the straining fabric underneath and heaving from my surprise. My eyes found the wood planked floor. Being exposed before him set my stomach churning even as my panties began to soak. Stepping closer after admiring his handiwork, he lifted my chin until my eyes met his. Desire and need coalesced with long reticent habits, arresting my sounds and movements.

Reluctant to even blink, my eyes began to water. Hand still holding my chin, his brow furrowed and then relaxed. His jaw tightened and his left eyebrow cocked. He pressed our bodies together, placing his palms on either side of her head. Cheek to cheek, he quietly decided, "Mine."

Allowing my eyes to close and my head to lull, a satisfied hum buzzed in my throat. He closed his mouth over the vibration and sucked the soft skin to his tongue. The fabric of my dress protested as he pulled the sleeve of the right shoulder down my arm, the material straining to find its original position.

His lips descended on the uncovered skin, leaving a cold damp patch on my throat. His teeth raked my flesh, quickly reddening the spot on my shoulder. I stoppered my thoughts, willing the sounds and sensations to overcome her.

The circle of skin he was bruising had never been pale when we were together - a reminder of his affection, the promise of his dominance. It had been absent from my flesh long enough for me to stop expecting it at the corner of her vision, to stop missing it when I looked at my reflection, to stop avoiding tops and dresses that might reveal his claim.

Stinging and raised, the patch was already rose red. Unsatisfied, Benji began to bite it in earnest. Grating the now sensitive flesh between his teeth, my whimpers of pain and want drove him on. His gnashing jaw purpled the skin and my shoulder was raw and aching when his bites turned to suckles and licks. Blowing on the skin ceremoniously, he removed his right hand from the wall and rested it on my hips. Gliding his left thumb over the stain hastened my breath. Planting a kiss on my forehead, he whispered, "My Emmy."

"Benji," I said.

Cupping my cheek, he thumbed waves over her cheekbone. Our lips met softly, calm, but full of desire. Our tongues tangled while own hands sought each other's faces, necks, backs, and curves. Swallowing one another, exploring the peaks and troughs we had never stopped seeking, only the knock at the door could have paused our need.

"Is this a bathroom?" a female voice asked from the hallway. The bronze handle turned fruitlessly before high-heeled footsteps retreated.

Benji had taken a backward step, but now he held his hand out to me. Pausing for hardly any time at all, I took it and was pulled into the same hug we had shared downstairs. Only this time, my exposed nipples rubbed against his polo.

"Benjamin," she finally said a few minutes later, knowing he wouldn't release me otherwise. His slackened grip told me that he had recognized the name change. Making a space between them, he gently hooked his index fingers into the fabric under my breasts and slid beneath them, coaxing the lace and charmeuse back into place. Smoothing my neckline, his fingers ghosted over his mark. He kissed it tenderly before replacing my bra strap and sleeve, covering the broken skin. He rubbed the length of my arms, shrinking the goosebumps that had formed and then laced our fingers together. Resting our foreheads against one another, we waited in vain for our charged imaginations to rest.

I ran my fingers through my messed hair as he unlocked the door. Benjamin's head poked into the hallway and returned to nod at me. Widening the opening he let me pass, but couldn't help running his fingers down my spine as I did. I glanced at him, knowing he was thinking the same words I did. But when I walked out, we had left them unsaid.

I stepped toward the stairs, but when I heard the door click into place the jumble of confusion that I had dammed flooded her. The moisture between my thighs was distractingly fresh. My tears leaked down my face, my resolve finally overmatched. Blinking and biting my lip, control came slowly. I slowly descended the stairs, wondering if my eyes were red. I headed for the front door, avoiding eye contact as best I could.

Emmeline's Desires Pt. 02



Once I was out the door, I ran across the stone steps and back towards the car. Stumbling into it, I paused to let the tears finally flow and blur my vision. Gasping and goosebumped, I didn't know if the gusts or my emotions had gotten the better of me. It wasn't until I pulled on the door handle that I realized I no longer had my clutch, much less my keys.

"Fuck!" I shouted. My sobs receded and I could only shake my head at my own stupidity. No sooner had I turned back toward the twinkle-lit house than the door opened to reveal the two men that had both been the bane and the pleasure of my night. I wiped away my tears and swore that I would not complicated the situation any further as they approached.

They both started talking at the same moment, attempting to drown the other one out and they both stopped a moment later. Surely my makeup was smeared and my hair was frizzy, but neither of them were looking at my head. Instead, they were both focused on my shoulder - the one that was still sore from Benji's bites. Even though I didn't need to, I glanced down to see that my sleeve had slipped back down to reveal a large portion of the wine colored blotch. So much for stopping the complications.

Benjamin stepped in front of Carson and adjusted the sleeve and then moved to stand beside me.

"I can take it from here, Carson. Thanks for your concern," Benjamin said.

Carson ignored him completely. "Did he hurt you? Did he grab you?"

Well, there's a complicated question. Did it hurt? Yes. Did he do it? Yes. Did it turn me the hell on? Yes.

"He didn't grab me. I swear it's okay," I tried to assure him. Carson's green eyes surveyed me for a moment. In the dark, the hickey had to look like a bruise. It wouldn't be hard to assume that Benjamin was abusing me. But then he tilted his head and seemed satisfied with my explanation.

"I saw you leave, I was going to try to catch you when I ran into Ben."

Ben interjected, "You left your purse upstairs." He held the silver clutch out to me and I took it.

"Right. Thanks," was all I could manage to say. We all stood wordlessly until I finally announced that I was going to get going.

"Drive safe," Ben said as he wrapped an arm around my waist and kissed my forehead. I couldn't decide if I was more comforted or agitated. He took a pair of steps before turning around, apparently waiting for Carson to walk away with him.

"I'm actually leaving too. Thanks for hosting. You have a lovely home," Carson said.

I could tell that Ben was aggravated, but they shook hands and said goodnight. I unlocked my door with the remote and Carson opened the door before I had a chance.

"Thanks." I turned to say goodbye, but was greeted with his disarming stare and said nothing. He raised his hand to my shoulder, just short of Benji's mark. He stared at the sleeve that hid it and rubbed circles onto my skin with his thumb.

"Consensual?" he asked.

"Consensual," I answered. "Stupid, but consensual."

He nodded. "You're shivering." With that, he took off his jacket and swaddled it around me.

"Thanks. Again." When the little white lights behind him were blurry again, I realized that the tears had returned. "I should go. I've taken up enough of your time."

"Emmeline, you looked really upset when you you walked out. That's why I followed you. They say distracted driving can be as bad as drunk driving. Are you sure you're up to driving?"

It was hard to deny my level of distraction when I was looking at him with a cotton candy tinted nose and leaky eyes. "I don't know, probably not. But I can't stay here."

"Let me drive you home," he said.

My first instinct was to say no. I could take care of myself, call a taxi. But that would mean coming back for my car, to Benjamin's house, and that prospect seemed even less desirable.

"Are you sure? I'll pay for your taxi back here."

"It'd be my pleasure."

I nodded and smiled and said thank you. Again. Carson was certainly chivalrous, walking around the car with me just to open up the door. As we drove away, I resisted the urge to look back at the house - knowing how likely I was to see Benjamin looking back at me.

***

I offered directions to my home - which for the moment was a sad little hotel that I could stay at for a few weeks without losing my savings. It wasn't that I didn't have friends to stay with, it was that I hadn't talked much to most of them during my year of exile and I didn't think the best way to reintroduce myself was to ask for a place to crash.

Carson took one look at the place and said, "You're not staying here."

"Just until I find a place. I start work again next week. It won't be for too long. Besides, it's not that bad," I said.

"Emmeline, there is a drug deal going down in that car." I looked where he had indicated, a few cars away. If Cops was anything to go by, a drug deal had indeed just taken place.

"It's less shady during the day," I managed.

"Well then, that's when you should come back. Would you feel comfortable staying with me tonight?" he asked. "I have a guest room," he added.

This time my first instinct was yes. It had been so long since I had been taken care of and my rendezvous with Benji had left me craving the attention. It didn't feel like another dumb decision though, it felt like the right one. "Okay."

Carson smiled and drove toward downtown. He lived in a high-rise loft that was perfectly clean and simply furnished. While the furniture was modern and sleek, the art was made up of framed rock band posters and old world maps. Needless to say, the mixture managed to make him even more attractive.

He showed me the guest room and bath that had an impressive array of toiletries. "Entertain often?" I teased.

"I like to be prepared," he said without irony. "You'll need something to sleep in. Wanna borrow a shirt?"

I nodded and he led the way to his bedroom. Walking into the room, I couldn't take my eyes off of his bed. Larger than a king and up to my rib cage, it was held in place my four tiers of elegantly carved redwood. I found myself wondering if it had restraint straps hidden beneath it.

Carson broke my line of thought when he invited me into his closet. Jeans and shirts were on one side while formal attire lined the other. I found myself distracted once more by his impressive collection of leather belts. Umph.

"So, t-shirt or button down?" he asked. I looked at him in his slim fitting button down and pointed at the formal wear. He picked a white one out for me. "This one's nice and soft," he said. "The building has dry cleaning service. If we put it out tonight, it'll be back by noon tomorrow."

"That'd be great." I took off his jacket and handed it to him. "I'll go get changed."

"You can use my bathroom if you'd like."

"Thanks."

In the bathroom, I took off my dress and strapless bra. My eyes drifted to the full length mirror. The mark was maroon and purple and almost as large as my palm. Marked by Benji and in another man's house in the same night. What on earth is going on? I put on Carson's shirt and realized the it just grazed my thighs, not long enough to cover my ass which was bare thanks to my little black thong.

Cursing myself, I peeked my head out and called for Carson. When I had called three times to no avail, I tiptoed out. I didn't see him in the room so I walked up to the closet and poked my head around.

"Emmeline?" I turned around to see Carson in the doorway with a tray of food. I blushed, knowing that I had just given him a nice view of my ass.

"Um. I just was wondering if you had some pajama bottoms I could borrow," I said.

"Sure," he smiled and walked over to a chest of drawers and pulled out a pair of checked shorts. I slipped them on quickly. They settled down on my hips, but didn't fall. "Hungry?" he asked.

"Yeah, actually."

"I didn't think either of us actually ate at the party so I thought you might be as well." He sat the tray on the bed and went back into the closet. I was trying to find a way to get on the humungous bed without embarrassing myself when he set a wooden step stool in front of me. "It helps," he said with a chuckle.

He held out his hand which I took and settled myself on the bed. Grapes, apple slices, crackers, cheese, and sliced salami filled a large plate. A small pitcher of ice water and two glasses filled the tray to the brim.

"I know I've said it a dozen times, but I just wanted to say thank you again for how kind you've been to me tonight," I said as I popped a grape in my mouth.

He chewed on a piece of cheese before answering. "You just seemed like you needed someone to take care of you. I was happy to do it."

We drank and ate and avoided each other's eyes. I got that feeling in my stomach, the one that floats and swirls and makes you feel giggly. Yet somehow I was still on the edge of tears. Carson must have sensed my teetering emotions because he finally caught my gaze for more than a half a second to say, "Do you want to talk about it?"

"Honestly? No, I don't. I need to move on. I thought I had, but obviously I was wrong."

"That's hard to do. We've all been there. Especially in relationships like ours," he said simply.

"Like ours?"

He had lounged across the bed at this point, the dress shirt untucked, his head resting in his hand. His eyes bore into me, interpreting something. Suddenly he sat up, spilling some of the water onto the tray.

"Emmeline, you didn't even blink when I asked you if it was consensual."

I rolled my eyes and chastised myself. Of course he knew. No wonder I was attracted to him.

"It isn't a word most people use for sex, but you didn't think it was out of place. Besides I noticed your body language around Ben, a little around me too. You weren't like that with everyone else."

I felt vulnerable that he had uncovered my kinkiness without even trying. Then again, Ben had recognized my submissive side as soon as we met too. I stammered, unsure of what to say.

"I hope you're not embarrassed. I just wanted to let you know that you didn't have to try to hide. Goodness knows it adds another layer of complications to relationships," he said.

"No kidding. I had been waiting for that job for as long as we had been together. Then I finally get it and he says he can't do long distance. The month leading up to it was miserable. All we did was fight. I don't know what I expected tonight. But there he was, ex-fiance and all. Didn't stop him from trying to take me back."

"He shouldn't have done that to you," Carson said with a fierceness in his eyes.

"Eh, I encouraged it. It had been so long and there he was and I just wanted to be wanted again."

"It doesn't matter. He's the dom. He should have waited for communication."

"He's always been impulsive. And possessive."

Carson snorted. "Yeah, the kiss on the forehead was hard to miss."

We laughed together, but when the giggles faded I had tears in my eyes again. Carson rubbed up and down my arm with his firm hand until I blinked back the moisture.

"You're right. He should have waited. I should have waited. It's not that I can't take care of myself, I can. I just, I feel so much better, so much more myself. This year has been so hard. Not because I was alone, but because I was craving direction. He was right about that. He gave it to me and now I don't have it. I came home with you because you offered it, too. I feel like a pathetic stray."

The tears had returned and were sliding down my cheeks. Carson moved the tray to the nightstand and scooted closer to me, pulling me into a hug.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't be putting this all on you. I'm so sorry," I sobbed.

Carson rocked me and rubbed my back. He just kept whispering, "It's okay. I'm here."

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When I woke up, the clock on the bedside table said it was 3AM. The mattress and covers beneath me were luxuriously soft and airy. The arms wrapped around me were nicely toned, cocooning me in their warmth. Instantly I remembered I was with Carson and a smile came to my face just knowing that it was his embrace that had given me a few hours of dreamless sleep.

Although the lamp light was still on above us, I assumed he was asleep until he began tracing the side of my body from shoulder to hip. I turned toward him and could tell that he was pleasantly surprised to see me awake as well. His clear green eyes and messy mop of hair endeared him to me even more.

In that moment, I wanted nothing more than him. My desire for him had set me free from my worry and the rollercoaster of the night before. I knew what I wanted and I took it. I pressed my lips against him. Chaste, our lips met and tasted. It was simple and natural, like a flower opening to the morning sun. When we parted, we were both smiling.

I expected Carson to come for me, to deepen our kiss. Instead, he took control in another way.

"You've haven't been with a dom since him, have you?"

The surprise must have registered on my face, but I answered him quickly enough. "A few chat room escapades, but no nothing in person. Nothing serious."

"What do you like, Emmeline? Where are your limits?"

This I can do. "Pain, humiliation, orgasm control, breath play are my loves. No scat. Aftercare is not optional. Everything else is negotiable."

Carson's face lit up with a toothy grin. "You've obviously had this conversation before. Good. So, voyeurism?"

"I'm open to it, definitely."

"Safe word?"

"Magenta. Thumbs up...if my mouth is occupied."

He smirked. "Anything else to add?"

"I need a sub name. I need to get into the right headspace. It helps me...obey," I explained. "What about you?"

"You can call me Sir."

Carson's green irises were almost entire obscured by his pupils as he put his fingers into my thick hair. Massaging my scalp, he looked at me purposefully. Any tension I had melted melted away from me with his gentle touch.

"I'd like to call you Emma. Is that all right, darling?"

I didn't open my eyes when I said, "That's perfect, Sir."

"Stand up, Emma."

Hearing his first command made me slick with arousal. I opened my eyes and slid carefully off the bed. I watched him step slowly down and walk around the bed toward me. My eyes found the floor as he stood in front of me.

Cradling my chin in his long thin fingers, he lifted my head. He rubbed his thumb across my bottom lip roughly as his other hand went to the back of my head and began massaging it again. A shiver of anticipation ran down my body just as he gripped a handful of hair and pulled with just enough force to make me moan. His other hand left my chin to ghost down to the curve of my waist. He pulled me closer and gave me the kiss I had been expecting.

The kiss was sensual and deliberate. He sucked on my lips like they were juicy candy. Our tongues met, twisting in a slow tango. He explored my mouth and bit at my lips. Tightening his hold around my waist, our bodies pressed together. The hand in my hair clenched the back of her neck while the other kneaded my ass. Carson ran his tongue across the roof of her mouth and squeezed fists full of my flesh.

Passion replaced our languid pace, urging us to progress. I played with the waist of his pants, feeling under the shirt. My fingers discovered the delectable deep 'v' cut of his hips and I felt her panties soak through. Those delicious curves have always been my favorite part of a man's body and his were well defined. My continued attention to the area was rewarded when I felt Carson hardened against my stomach.

He broke off our kiss, but kept our lips pressed together as he said, "Next time, ask permission to touch, little one."

Umph. "I'm sorry, Sir." I tugged on his shirt the tiniest amount. "May I, Sir?" He nodded his permission and I started undoing the buttons of his shirt. Meanwhile, he returned the favor, taking the time to caress my exposed breasts before undoing the bottom half.

His fingers padded over my deep pink areolas, teasing them to attention. I tilted my head back, drinking in the attention. The hair that had cascaded over my shoulders fell back, revealing the bruise Benji had given me more clearly. I didn't think of it until I felt Carson's thumb leave my nipple to touch the discolored skin.

Apprehension boiled in my stomach. I was frozen by my own frenzied emotions as I waited for him to react to the reminder of my recent rendezvous. Below the nervousness, I was agitated at myself for allowing Benji to mark me so thoughtlessly. Yet I couldn't help the undercurrent of pride that remained there. Thankfully, the heap of confusion I felt was pushed to the side. The burden of uncertainty was stemmed when Carson dropped to his knees.

Disposing of my shorts, he nipped at my cunt through the black cotton of my thong. Hooking a finger into the thin strip of fabric between my cheeks, he dragged it down. Using his tongue to lap gently at my clit, he tasted the wetness there. Quickening his caresses slightly, he explored my folds like he had explored her mouth. Making sure to find all of the hotspots, his pace was still frustratingly slow and kept me on the edge.

"Do you want to cum, my darling Emma?" he teased.

"Mmhmm," I moaned. I had been on edge ever since Benji had pushed me into the wall and release never seemed so achingly near.

Placing a hand behind my left knee, he lifted my leg over his shoulder. I grabbed his sandy locks for support as he began stroking my cunt in earnest. My juices covered his mouth and he growled against me, demanding more.

"Trust me?" he asked, his lips still against my folds. All I could do was nod. So close. With my leg still on his shoulder, he grabbed my thigh and the small of my back and lifted me from the floor. Stomach fluttering, I found my legs suddenly wrapped around his neck. I barely had time to wobble before falling backwards toward the floor. Carson's sinewy arms held my back tightly and I landed gently on his hardwood floor.

Spreading my thighs, he opened me as wide as possible and plunged his tongue into my depths. The build up mixed with the unexpected rollercoaster ride left me clinging to the precipice. Carson replaced his tongue with two wild fingers and sucked on my clit. I bucked wantonly into his face.

"Now, Emma," he commanded. I sprayed my salty nectar onto his fingers. Carson continued to twiddle his fingers within me slowly, letting me come down from the orgasm as gently as he had lowered me to the floor. When my breathing finally slowed, he withdrew his fingers and gave my clit a long, soothing lick. He sat up, looking at me lustily.

Taking his still damp fingers, he wiped them on my breasts, spreading my juice over them. I watched, his lust mirrored in my own gaze. Placing his hands on either side of my chest, Carson lingered over me, taking pleasure in her obvious satisfaction.

Our lips met again, slowly once more so I could taste myself fully. Carson pulled away to lick the smeared cum from my nipples and I couldn't help but notice his erection was demanding to be released from its fabric restriction. Grinding my hips into him earned me a hearty bite on my breast.

"Eager to return the favor, little one?" he asked.

"Yes, Sir. How do you want me?" Carson hummed his approval and raked his eyes across my naked form, weighing his options. He rose to his feet above me, towering over me in my venerable state. He had a noticeable bulge in his dress pants, straining against the belt at his waist. The shirt I had unbuttoned revealed his cut muscles. He bent over and scooped me into his arms, lifting me like a new bride, and carried me into his study.

A sleek touchscreen computer sat atop a glass desk. A small bookshelf was built into a built in bench beneath an expansive window that looked toward an office building with dark windows. Across from the desk, a unique table was surrounded by four chairs. It was not quite large enough to be a dining table. It had several shelves beneath that held a variety of board games and a checkerboard was engraved into the surface.




Emmeline's Desires Pt. 02



It wasn't until after dawn that I noticed all of this. My eyes were trained on my Sir. Gripping his neck for security, I let him support me with one arm as he yanked the chairs away from the game table. He deposited me gently down onto the smooth surface of the glass. I shifted until I was comfortable, but only just.

The edges lined up almost perfectly with my neck and the curve of my rear, the tips of my toes grazed the floor. I didn't have time to dwell on any petty discomforts, Carson was unleashing his belt. It slipped from around his hips with ease. Clasping my wrists together, he wrapped the leather around them and secured the buckle. He pressed my bound hands firmly against my navel, a silent instruction to keep them still.

Positioning himself at my head, he lifted my neck and unfurled the hairs that had caught between the glass and my back.

"Are you ready, Emma?"

I nodded my head.

"I need to hear you, Emma."

"Yes, Sir. I'm ready."

"I'll keep a look out for those thumbs," he assured me. Taking his time with his button and zipper, he shrugged the pants down just enough to free his cock from the grey briefs he wore. Almost fully erect, veined, and a bit longer and thicker than average, he rubbed its length with lust.

Once it stood out from between his v-cut hips, he brought it to my voracious mouth. I opened wide and stuck my tongue out, willing him to drive it deep within me. Sir did not disappoint.

He stuffed his full length into my throat without preamble, but waited to thrust. I was thankful. My deep throating skills were out of practice and the pause allowed me to even my breath. My gag reflex cooperated as he began to withdraw himself from my face and slowly thrust back in.

My head was tilted over the edge of the table and I knew he was getting an obscene view of his cock swelling my throat every time his balls met my nose. He gained momentum with each reentry, building his desire as well as mine. It was getting difficult to keep my hands from drifting to my clit. But I was a good girl, even though my insides were tightening all on their own. Within minutes, Sir's pace was furious. Slobber and precum dribbled from the sides of my mouth and my breaths were stolen between his fevered movements. My toes kept slipping as I struggled to keep still.

It had been so long since my mouth had been used, I reveled in the scent and taste of his manhood. I begin to swallow in earnest, tightening my hold on his cock. Not only did he speed up, he moved his fingers to ring my neck. He squeezed my airway around his throbbing penis. I took short gasps when I could manage them, but every nerve fired down to my cunt as he put me at his mercy.

As soon as I tasted his cum explode across my tongue, I felt my muscles clench around themselves. My orgasm rumbled through me as his fluid pooled in my mouth. My thighs were drenched and I knew I must have left a puddle on the floor. I had cum without permission and all he had done was own my throat.

I opened my eyes to see his reaction, still holding his load in my mouth. He had already adjusted himself and zipped up.

"Let me see it," he said.

I opened my mouth.

"Savor it, Emma."

I closed my mouth and rolled his cum around with my tongue.

"Swallow."

I obeyed.

He walked around and positioned himself between my still twitching legs. Clicking his tongue in disapproval, he said, "I don't recall allowing this, Emma."

"I'm sorry, Sir."

"As you should be. If you want me to control your orgasms, they belong to me alone. Since we're just getting started, I'll let you off with a warning," he said.

He used an index finger to wipe some up off the table between my thighs.

"After you clean up, of course," he said, mischief in his eyes. He was firm, but seemed delighted at the prospect.

He grabbed the belt holding my wrists and hefted me into sitting. His index finger was still smeared with my cum. He brought it to my lips and I sucked it off obediently. He helped me to stand and, once my balance returned, lowered me to my knees facing the table.

"Clean it up, Emma."

My belly simmered with humiliation and excitement. I stuck out my tongue and lapped up the remaining moisture on the glass. I left streaks, but consumed all I saw. I looked up, hoping to be finished.

"You missed a spot," he said with a glance to the wood floors. Indeed I had. I was right about the puddle I had left. I didn't know if I was embarrassed or proud to have left so much with so little provocation.

Carefully leaning forward to avoid toppling over, I brought my mouth to the wood. Slowly, I licked and slurped until there were no traces of my errant orgasm. Though I wobbled, I managed to make it back to my knees. Embarrassment has won and my eyes stayed on the floor.

Carson scooped me up again. Nuzzling my neck, he whispered, "My wanton little one, you're such a good girl."

I felt a surge of warmth flow through me, including my needy cunt. I rested my head against him as he reentered the bedroom. He laid my body back on the impossibly large bed and planted a kiss on my forehead before taking the belt off my wrists. He walked away, but he wasn't gone long before he was back, lifting me up. This time he placed me in a warm scented bath and washed me tip to toe.

When the suds were rinsed away, he wrapped me in a bathrobe and tucked me into bed. As soon as I found myself back in his arms, sleep overwhelmed me.



Emmeline's Desires Pt. 03



Carson had offered me a place to stay before we headed back for his car. He lamented the crappy hotel and said it didn't have to be his bedroom I stayed in. I appreciated the offer, but thought that might smother our budding relationship. Besides, I would get paid in a week and, combined with my savings, finally be able to get my own place.

"I wouldn't mind spending a few nights with you," I said.

He chuckled and squeezed my thigh. "You can count on it."

I was in my freshly laundered dress, but Carson had changed into a green button-down and grey slacks for work. We played with each other's fingers all the way back to Benjamin's house. The prospect of going back seemed less daunting by morning. I had let him drive my car again, preferring to rest against his arm.

When we arrived, the tiny lights were turned off and the curtains were drawn. I sighed with relief in spite of myself. Carson cut the engine and we both got out to say goodbye. He wrapped me a hug before cradling my face and giving me a kiss. I returned the kiss with fervor, actually forgetting where we were for a moment.

A glance at his watch told Carson that he was already running later than he thought, so another peck and he was in his car driving away before I had even turned mine back on. When I did, a familiar melody reached my ears - it was the song that had been playing the first time I kissed Benjamin.

After having spent most of the last year and a half bandaging the emotional abrasions that our break up had caused, I hadn't minded hearing the song when it popped up. Given recent events, every layered band-aid had been ripped away and the lyrics gouged my gaping wounds. I pushed the 'off' button with much more force than was necessary. 

Inevitably, everything that had happened began replaying in my mind. I swung aimlessly across the emotional gamut in the space of a minute or two. Joy, exhilaration, and anticipation warred with guilt, confusion, and sadness. All of the introspection proved ineffective. My head just throbbed with uncertainty.

A knock on the window made me jump in my seat. Every thought I had was ushered out and replaced by a flood of angst. I rolled down the window.

"Hello," Benjamin said.

"Hi," I said flatly.

"Will you come in for a minute? I'd like to talk to you."

"Um, okay." I was tired of the confusion and hoped to discover his intentions and my own desires in one fell swoop.

We walked inside wordlessly. He had made coffee and poured me a cup how he knew I liked it. 

"Interesting night?" he asked.

"I'm not sure you get to ask that," I shot back.

"Have you forgotten the meaning of my mark so quickly?" he said, suddenly steely. The bruise on my shoulder was as bold as ever, hidden just beneath the fabric.

He continued without my response, "I know what you need, Emmy. You need to be controlled, you need pain. I still want you and I know you still want me."

I stood silent and still. My mind stowed away a detailed list of reasons why I should leave. The Emmy in me craved what he offered. Both knew what was about to happen, but neither version of me did anything to prevent it. Guilt prickled at me, but his next words drove it out.

"You've gone so long without the treatment you need. I was giving you maintenance three times a week. You've got quite a bit of makeup work to do."

Every muscle in my stomach and groin clenched. "Over the table, Emmy. As always," he said. I was in the dining room before I could change my mind, bringing the depth and breadth of my need into focus. Bending at the waist, I placed my palms against the wood, fingers splayed. My forearms and elbows were the only other body parts touching the table.

Pausing behind me, his voice trembled with his own longing. "My deprived Emmy. Beg like a good slut," he said. A gentle hip sway would have knocked my raised backside into his groin he was so close. Tracing the hem of my dress, he slipped his right hand beneath and padded along my bare buttocks. Carson had asked to keep my thong. A pang of self-condemnation sprang on me once again.

"Please," I said with baited breath.

Humming appreciatively, he said, "Beg, Emmy." His command sent a surge of moisture into my labia.

"Please Benji, I need to be punished. Please spank me," I pleaded.

"My Emmy."

I grieved the loss of his hand beneath my dress but ten quick, random swats to my bum replaced the contact. Both of his hands played with my dress, pulling it up over my quivering waist. This time, his hand delivered five swats to each cheek. He paused when he noticed my breath hitching. 

"You will not come without permission, Emmy. Understood?"

"Yes, Benji."

He reverentially unzipped my dress and pulled it down to my ankles. Placing a sneaker-clad foot between my heels, he nudged my legs apart until the dress was taut between my legs. The vwoop sound of leather being pulled through denim loops served as harbinger. Creamy juices drenched my cunt.

His left hand tended to the skin that was about to be lashed. Ripples of goosebumps cascaded across my exposed flesh. "Count and appreciate your punishment, Emmy."

Anticipation flooded my veins, I tried to relax before the first stroke, but the belt came down on my cheeks before I could even inhale. Reveling in the ravenous sensation, my body relaxed and I remembered my instructions.

"One. Thank you, Benji." The second swish of the belt landed at the top of my thighs.

"Two. Thank you, Benji." The third, fourth, and fifth strokes landed where the curve of my ass met thigh. My skin sizzled as it turned red beneath the leather. The sixth came at an angle across my thighs and the seventh hit the same line he had marked with the first swing.

"Seven. Thank you, Benji." Landing along the same line, the last three were the hardest yet. I chewed my lip and let out a moaning scream before counting the final stroke.

The warm, soft palm of Benji's hands glided over my tingling flesh, easing the sting. "Too long, my Emmy. You did beautifully." His fingers left the reddened flesh and glided between my folds. A moan of approval at my soaked state was his only warning before plunging his index finger into my waiting heat. My back arched as he used the finger to slowly fuck me. Lost in the sensation, I was more wound up tighter than a spring. It was enough to bring me over the edge - almost.

He withdrew his finger and lightly spanked my clit with his hand. The smallest sound of protest escaped my mouth. "Not without permission," he chastised as he dropped the belt. He pulled me up and turned my face to him. I could feel his hard length pressing against my waist. He nudged me and I laid down on the table.

My legs were spread and he was inside of me in a matter of seconds.

"So good, my sweet whore," he said as he rammed into me.

Eyes closed, I smiled at his praise. His hands were all over me - teasing my nipples and flicking my clit, driving me to the edge again and again. He placed his hands on either side of my head and leaned down to kiss me. Deep and desperate, our tongues collided. He set the pace and I accepted. 

He plunged a finger into her my ass that was already slippery from our mingled juices. I gasped and gripped the edge of the table. Adding a second, he stretched my tight hole and curved his fingertips deep inside of me. His fingers slipped in and out of me with greater ease and the double penetration was hurling me toward the edge.

I wobbled with sensation. An endless moan emanated from my throat and into his mouth as my body neared crescendo. Benji recognized all the signs of me beginning to shatter around him and could deny me no longer. "Cum, Emmy. Cum for me."

Clear, salty liquid gushed from my center, soaking us both. My inner walls continued to quake around him. He continued to pump in and out of me, unleashing an uproar. "Keep cumming. Cum until there's nothing left," he urged me.

I lost count of the many torrents, but after Benji reached his peak, he used both hands to keep them going. When the shaking had given way to isolated twitches he finally pulled his fingers from me. I laid on the kitchen table, legs dangling. Benji watched my chest heave as the rest of me was still, utterly spent. When my breath finally evened, I tried unsuccessfully to find a way to get comfortable on the table.

He chuckled at my futile efforts before stepping up to me. I stilled again when I perceived his closeness. Gently tucking one arm under my neck and the other under my waist, he hoisted me up to rest against his chest. I breathed him in and closed my eyes. Benji waited until I was sitting up on my own before going into another room.

He returned with a few warm wet washcloths and a set of pajamas I must have left behind. I could smell the soap on his hands as he wiped away the mess of our encounter. He wiped me down until I no longer felt sticky and cleaned off the furniture as well. I'm not sure if he noticed my blush or not.

He may have smelled of soap, but I didn't. I could smell them both on me, overriding my own scent. Carson and Benjamin had seeped into my being and I had no idea how to untangle the three.

When he had put on my pajamas, Benjamin sat in one of the dining chairs and pulled me into his lap to snuggle.

As the fuzziness of our love making wore off, I felt the mindless bliss slip further away. I stood up and felt his hand lamely attempt to pull me back, but my mind was made up.

"Benjamin, what the fuck? What the hell are we doing?" I asked. "You were with Leana last night! And then you... And I! You told me we were through when I left. Do you know how fucking hard it was to go anyway? And now I come back and I've made a mess of things in less than 24 hours! I should have said no to you. I miss you, I do, but you chose to give me up."

"You chose to give us up!" he argued, standing up himself.

"Ugh! You were with Leana last night!"

"Oh, please. You know that was just to make you jealous. Besides, you went home with Carson, even after I marked you! That mark is supposed to mean something, Emmeline."

"You only marked me because you were jealous. You saw Carson looking at me. You don't want me! You wouldn't even answer the phone when I called. You just didn't want another dom to have me!"

"Another dom?" Benjamin said, obviously rankled.

"Don't pretend you didn't sense it."

"You chose him last night. During the song. I've never been so envious in my life. I had to do something. When you called me by our name, I couldn't hold back anymore. Then you chose him again when you left.

'Leana isn't in the picture. I shouldn't have led her on, but I told her I wasn't interested after the party. We made a mistake, Emmy. I don't want to make it again."

He took a step forward, but I backed away from his advance. "I'm not yours anymore, Benjamin. I'm seeing Carson. I don't know if he'll want to see me after this."

I shook my head. "I'm willing to give you another chance if you want it, but I'm not promising monogamy."

"So it was an interesting evening."

"If you have a problem with me seeing someone else, we can end this here and now. You gave me an ultimatum before I left. I chose what was best for me then and I'll make the same choice again right now."

Benjamin shook his head. "I'll take any chance I can get to be with you again. I love you, Emmeline." He closed the space between us, gingerly pulling me into a hug. I reciprocated, trying to digest it all. Benjamin pulled back just enough to kiss me. The liplock didn't stay chaste for long. Our tongues tangled for several moments. I pulled away when I got the urge to remove his shirt.

Understanding my reluctance, he stepped back. "I'll walk you out," he said.

I nodded and picked up my dress from the floor and put on my heels. I wouldn't be making any best dressed lists like this. I took the hand he held out. We walked to the front door with our fingers laced. He kissed my forehead and squeezed my hand before he let it go to open the door.

I cursed myself even as the tears began to fall. He pulled me close and let me cling to him until they stopped falling. I walked away without another word, but the tears returned before I made it out of the neighborhood.



Emmeline's Desires Pt. 04



Carson invited me to his house that night, as I had expected. It was now or never. I drove over, took the elevator, and was greeted with his smile - even better than I remembered.

"Hello, beautiful," he said, pulling me into a kiss.

"Hi, Carson." 

It was like he could see the cloud hanging over my head. "What's on your mind, little one?"

He closed the door behind me and guided me to the couch. He sat in a leather wing chair next to me. 

"I need to tell you something," I said, avoiding eye contact.

"Okay," he said simply.

"This morning, after you left, Benjamin came out."

Carson tilted his head back, seeming to sense what was coming.

"He asked to talk, and well, we ended up having sex," I said as quickly as I could, still avoiding his gaze. 

The melodious sound of his chuckle surprised me. There wasn't a hint of anger in it. "You just keep giving me reasons to punish you, don't you?" he said casually.

"You're...laughing," was all I could say.

"Emmeline, what did you expect? I knew what I was getting myself into. You told me something happened between you at the party. You still have the mark to prove it. If anything, I should be apologizing. You had a rough night, I should have waited."

"I was there too! I didn't want to wait. I know it's made everything more complicated, but I don't regret it."

"I'm relieved to hear you say that."

"So you're really not upset?"

"How can I be? We didn't make any agreements and I'm guessing you didn't make one with Ben. Right?"

"No."

"Then you haven't made me 'the other man'."

"So what is our agreement?" I asked.

"I won't ask you for monogamy, I know you can't give it right now. There's no one other than Ben is there?"

"No, of course not."

"I'm willing to give you monogamy. For now. Until we've all figured things out a bit more." 

"That's really generous. You sure I'm worth all this trouble?" I said with a laugh, expecting him to brush it off.

"Emma, come here," he said firmly. I was surprised by the sudden shift, but got up and took the two steps until I was in front of him. He pointed to the floor. I got on my knees, sat back on my calves, and put my hands behind my back. I looked at the floor and waited. 

Sir considered me for a moment before pulling my hands from behind my back and placing them on my knees. He pushed my shoulders back until my back was straight. 

"That's 'down' when you're with me. Understand, Emma?"

"Yes, Sir."

He put his hand beneath my chin and lifted it until I met his eyes. "Listen to me, Emma. No matter how this ends up, regardless of where our future lies, you deserve the very best. The perfect situation for you and your partner. 

"Anyone who isn't willing to give you what you need is not a person you should be with. Anyone who makes you feel unworthy of the love you want is not a person you should be with. Giving someone else power in your life, to the extent that you do, is complicated enough without choosing the wrong person. 

"That's why I'm willing to give you what you need right now. To find out if you're my sub, if I'm your Sir." 

I had long since lost count of how many times I had cried, but his words increased my tally by one. 

"Did you really not understand that, Emma?"

I shook my head. "I did know. I do know. It's just been so long and no one ever put it quite like that." In that moment, I wanted nothing more than to be his sub. 

We spent the evening eating chinese delivery and comparing music, movie, and book preferences. We found enough common ground to continue our affection and pick out a comedy to watch. We laughed and found the perfect way to entwine around one another for cuddles on his couch.

When the credits started to roll, my hands started to drift to the v shaped wedges in his hips that I loved so much. Who can blame me? His hands did a little wandering of the own, up my cotton v-neck to pull down the thin satin of my bra. He turned me onto my back and held himself above me. His hair fell from his forehead and onto mine. I took the opportunity to roam freely under his shirt, over his chest and arms, to rake my nails down his back. That seemed to flip a switch. 

He sat back to take his shirt off and relieved me of mine. He kept the bra, choosing to bite my nipples through the silky material. The mixture of his teeth and the wet, soft satin drove me to rake my nails across his back again. 

He sucked on my neck and nipped at my ear before whispering, "All right, you've found it. But no more, lovie. I'm warning you." 

Part of me desperately wanted to ask what waited on the other side of that warning, but he was already pulling down my shorts and my thong along with them. He had three fingers inside of me and his tongue swirling on my clit. His licks turned to kisses and bites. He turned his attention to the place where my left thigh met my labia. He sucked and licked and bit, all the while still sinking fingers into my glistening hole. His teeth kept gnawing away at the same spot while he slipped a thumb into my tightest hole. 

I bucked against the delicious intrusion, one hand tangled in his hair and the other twisting my own nipples to the point of bruising. Sir must have finally been satisfied with the job his mouth did because he rose up and plunged his cock inside of me. He plummeted into my depths and fed me the hand that had nursed my pussy. I cleaned it for him like I had cleaned his floor, a subtle reminder of who my orgasms belonged to. 

I grabbed onto the muscles of his back. The hand I had been sucking on was taken away, only to slap me. Not hard, but not gently. Just right. Another reminder - don't scratch. Sir gave me his hand again and I was grateful, my oral fixation seemed especially strong at the moment.

"Do you want my cum, Emma?"

"Mmm. Yes, Sir. Please give this little one your cum."

"It's yours, little one." As his dick pulsed inside of me, spraying my womb with his seed, I held my breath. I had asked for his release, but not my own. He laid across me, his head between my breasts. I breathed in his scent and tried to calm myself at the same time.

My fingers were in his hair again, massaging his scalp. I rubbed up and down his arms and scratched his back. Fuck! I scratched his back. 

I wasn't the only one who noticed my indiscretion. I was being hauled into the kitchen by my hair. I managed to keep my whimpers to a minimum. 

"Down," Sir said coldly. After I complied, he walked upstairs. I kept perfectly still and waited. I tried to ignore the fact that I was sitting in front of a floor to ceiling window that looked out on another building of condos, not an empty office building this time. I was trying to decide the likelihood of someone across the way having a telescope pointed my way when I heard Sir's footsteps on the stairs.

His voice was unyielding, but level this time. "Stand up, Emma." I did so, keeping my eyes on the ground. He put something on the table, out of my sight. It sounded heavy and light at the same time. 

He stood in front of me. All I could do was stare at the bottom half of his body, clad in jeans. So sexy. I was painfully reminded of my waiting orgasm. He lifted my eyes to his. 

"You disobeyed. Correct?"

"Yes, Sir," I said, wanting to look at the floor again.

"Be honest, Emma. Was it accidental or intentional?"

"An accident, I swear, Sir! I mean, I did mean to scratch your back, but not out of defiance. Just to do it. I wasn't thinking. I'm sor-"

He lifted his hand to stop me. "That's enough, Emma. I believe you. I'm sure you agree that you need to remember my instructions at all times. Don't you?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Now, I think that intention matters, but so does action. I will be punishing you tonight. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Sir."

"I want you to understand something, Emma. I ask you not to scratch my back because it hastens my need. I want to take the time to relish you, enjoy you. Speed is not my goal. When I want you to do that, I will ask for it specifically. Understand?"

I nodded, trying to contain how turned on he had just made me.

"I need to hear you, Emma."

"Yes, Sir. I understand, Sir."

"Good. Now, have you ever been punished with a cane?"

I shook my head and answered, "No, Sir."

He cupped my face in his hands. "Listen, little one. I will take into account your intention and your inexperience with the cane. I will."

I nodded, my head still in his hands.

"Do you want to use your safe word?"

"No, Sir."

"Be sure to say if you change your mind. Now, I want you to turn around, bend at the waist and wrap your arms around your knees."

I did so. My head felt a little woozy for a moment, but I found my balance.

"Keep your knees bent. This is 'over'." Sir rubbed my ass and thighs, preparing them. He walked to the table, picked up the heavy but light sounding cane, and came back. "I'm going to start now. I'll do five. Each one will be harder than the last. I want you to apologize. Take your time doing so, I'll wait. Understood?"

"Yes, Sir."

He stood off to my right and swished the cane through the air. The sound made my stomach lurch. I wasn't sure when to expect it. My thoughts returned to the huge, open window that my ass was now facing. WHAP!

A searing line burned my skin. I had been whipped before, but this was a whole new sensation. I wobbled and had to put a hand on the floor to keep from falling. I returned to the 'over' position quickly. "I'm sorry, Sir," I said shakily. 

No sooner had I said it then he began swinging it through the air again. I tensed immediately, but he waited for me to relax before landing a second fiery streak right below the first. I sucked in a mouthful of air, but kept my balance this time. "I'm sorry, Sir."

Again, the wood wagged through the air. A third stripe - this one took my breath away and my knees bent forward, almost costing me my equilibrium. I apologized and heard my voice quiver when I did. 

The swishing was not as loud this time, but the slash was much lower and the sting was fierce. Tears rushed to my eyes and I couldn't suppress the sob that came when I said asked for forgiveness a fourth time.

As soon as the words left my mouth, the cane flashed through the air and directly onto the line where my thighs met my ass. I cried out and collapsed into the fetal position.

The pain was intense, but my tears didn't fall because I knew I wouldn't sit comfortably for at least a week. It was deeper than that. 

Carson was behind me, cradling me. He must have pulled out a cold compress from his freezer because an icy sensation was suddenly dulling the heat. 

"I'm sorry, Sir," I managed between sobs. Carson sat up, pulled me into his lap and began rocking. 

"Shh, little one. It's all right. It's all done. Shh, shh."

When I finally gained control of my leaky face, I looked at him. He looked absolutely terrified. "Emma, I'm so sorry. I thought you were okay. You didn't say 'magenta'. I thought you were okay."

"It's not the pain, Sir. It hurts, but my pain tolerance is higher than that." 

"Well then, what's wrong, little one? You scared me when you fell over like that."

"I'm just so sorry, Sir. I disappointed you two nights in a row. Our first two nights. I've always been a brat. I try not to be. But this time I really didn't mean to. I'm such a bad sub." Tears were falling once more, but he wiped them away. 

"Oh, little one. You're just a little imp, aren't you?"

I nodded, sniffling. "I swear, I'll try harder, Sir."

He laughed. "Please don't." 

That shocked me right out of my tears. "What?"

"I'm not just a dominant, Emma. I'm a daddy. You like being bratty, don't you? You get off on the defiance."

"I...how did you know that? You mean, it doesn't bother you that I'm all full of tears and part of me wants to disobey?"

Sir smiled. "As long as you don't mind being punished for it." 

All I could do was stare at him. Benji was always so disappointed by my insolence, and here was Carson, welcoming it. He rubbed my cheek.

"Oh, my girl. You are completely captivating."

He kissed me and carried me upstairs to our bed.