Chapter 15 #2
Vanessa reached for her gently and curled one cuff around Emma’s wrist. She fastened it in place, then lifted a hand to Emma’s jaw and coaxed her chin up. “You’ve been in your head all week.”
Emma’s lips parted, but Vanessa placed a single finger to them.
“You’ve been running yourself into the ground and avoiding what you feel. You’ve been punishing yourself for something that was never your fault.”
Emma visibly swallowed.
“You didn’t know you had a sister, and now that you do, you’re terrified that you don’t deserve her.”
Vanessa leaned in and kissed her. Not hard, not possessive, but just long enough for Emma to melt into her. To surrender. “Now, strip.”
Emma obeyed without hesitation, unzipping her hoodie and peeling off her shorts and T-shirt.
When Vanessa gazed into her eyes, they’d darkened.
There was now a hunger flickering beneath the vulnerability.
Emma stood there, completely naked except for the handcuff hanging from her wrist, her breathing shallow.
Vanessa stepped behind her and slid her hands down Emma’s waist, around to her front, and brushed the soft curve of her belly. She kissed the back of her neck, lingering and enjoying that subtle scent as she said, “No punishment tonight. You’ve done enough of that to yourself.”
Emma sighed with relief, her body relaxing immediately.
“But you don’t get to come until I say.”
That sexy little needy sound caught in Emma’s throat.
“Good girl.” Vanessa smiled as she patted her wife’s cheek lightly, turned her by the hips, and guided Emma back towards the bed. Emma sat when prompted, her gaze fixed on Vanessa as she lowered herself to her knees between Emma’s legs.
Vanessa ran her hands up Emma’s thighs, slowly…
possessively, enjoying the flush that spread across her chest. She leaned in and pressed a kiss to the inside of one knee, then the other, wanting Emma to feel worshipped.
Vanessa wanted to remind her wife that she was safe, that she was wanted, and that she was loved.
Vanessa slid her tongue across Emma’s inner thigh, smiling against the skin when Emma twitched.
“You’ve been so brave,” she said as she kissed higher. “But even the strongest people need to let go.”
Emma whimpered as her hands tightened in the sheets behind her. “B-babe…”
Vanessa spread Emma with her thumbs and dragged her tongue between her lips, pausing only to circle around Emma’s clit. Emma moaned. Vanessa knew exactly where she wanted her, needed her, but…not yet.
Emma’s hips lifted slightly, but Vanessa pinned her down with a look. “Patience.”
Emma nodded and bit her lip, aware of just how much Vanessa loved the obedient side of her.
Vanessa took her time as she tasted her wife slowly, alternating between gentle flicks and languid strokes. Every now and then, she would dip lower, teasing Emma towards the edge, but she wouldn’t allow her to tip. Every time Emma got close, Vanessa pulled back just enough to leave her trembling.
“O-oh, I—” Emma’s thighs started to quiver, her hands trembling as she gripped the sheet tighter and gasped. “Please, Madam…”
Vanessa looked up at her as she licked her lips. “Mm. You’re aching for it, aren’t you?”
“Y-yes.” Emma nodded frantically, her eyes wide. “I need it.”
“Not yet.” Vanessa stood and leaned down to kiss Emma. Nothing would ever be as beautiful as watching her wife taste herself on Vanessa’s lips. “Lie down. Arms above your head.”
Emma obeyed instantly, stretching out across the bed, her chest rising and falling as she lifted her hands and assumed the position.
Vanessa climbed onto the bed and straddled her, ran her hands slowly up Emma’s arms, and fastened the cuffs around the bed.
Her other hand trailed down between Emma’s breasts, over her stomach, and down to her soaked pussy.
“You feel so ready for me.” Vanessa stroked gently, two fingers sliding back and forth over her clit, light and teasing until Emma writhed beneath her.
“Oh, baby,” Vanessa whispered. “You need to come.”
“P-please.”
“I just need to hear one thing from you.”
Emma whimpered. “Anything.”
“Say you forgive yourself.”
Emma tensed beneath Vanessa, her bottom lip trembling. “I don’t know how.”
Vanessa leaned down and kissed her again. “Then say you’re trying.”
“I-I—” Emma tugged at the restraints, her eyes closing when Vanessa applied a little more pressure. “I’m trying.”
Vanessa dipped her head towards Emma’s ear and smiled. “Now…ask me.”
“Please may I come, Madam?” Vanessa eased two fingers inside Emma, her walls tightening the moment she slid deeper.
Emma cried out, her body arching off the bed, her hips meeting every thrust. Vanessa pressed the heel of her hand to Emma’s clit, and her wife fell apart around her fingers.
“Oh, fuck.” Emma’s hands fisted in the cuffs as she rode out her orgasm, her body shaking yet relaxing into the mattress as her lips parted and her head lolled back against the pillow. “Shit.”
Vanessa reached up and flicked the clasp on the handcuffs, freeing Emma as she eased down beside her. She pulled Emma into her arms, soothing a hand up and down her back. “I’ve got you.”
Emma’s breath came in broken pants as she pressed her face to Vanessa’s shoulder. “Thank you.”
“You don’t ever have to do any of this alone, baby.” Vanessa drew back and kissed Emma’s forehead. “Never. Okay?”
Emma said nothing. She simply tightened her arms around Vanessa and relaxed. Vanessa stroked her hair, her own worries surrounding everything finally subsiding long enough for her to breathe. But no matter what, she would carry Emma through this for however long it took.