Chapter 34
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
Emma’s back hit the wall, her breath catching as Madam’s hand slid firmly up her side, pinning her in place.
She’d lost her dress and underwear the moment they’d made it up the stairs, but this had been her plan all along.
The teasing from the restaurant, the whispered promises, the filthy looks Vanessa had given her during the taxi ride home…
all of it burned deep inside of Emma, real and undeniable.
As she locked eyes with Madam, dark, steady, and deliciously arousing, Emma could barely breathe under the weight of it all.
Madam dipped her mouth towards Emma’s ear and whispered, “You’ve been aching for this all night, haven’t you?”
“Y-yes.”
“Yes, what?”
Emma’s body trembled. “Yes, Madam.”
A satisfied smirk settled on Madam’s lips. “Good girl.” She leaned in close again, her breath hot against Emma’s ear. “You know exactly who owns you tonight.”
Emma whimpered as Madam’s hand trailed down her torso, pressing into her hip, claiming every inch of her body. A body that screamed to be touched and owned.
“On your knees,” Madam commanded softly, but with the kind of control that left no room for argument.
Emma dropped instantly, the thick carpet brushing her bare knees as her gaze fixed on Madam towering above her.
The sight alone—the sharp tilt of her chin, the control radiating from her—made Emma ache with need.
It didn’t matter that Madam wasn’t standing before her with her mask in place or crop in hand; the sheer power she possessed was enough to undo Emma entirely.
“Mm. That’s better.” Madam threaded one hand through Emma’s hair as she stepped closer. “You know what teasing in public does to me, Emma.”
Emma shuddered when those words hit low in her belly. “Yes, Madam.”
“You’re going to show me just how much you want to make up for your behaviour tonight,” Madam whispered, her eyes glinting. “And I’ll decide when you’ve earned it.”
Emma’s whole body sang with the burn of surrender…the wild freedom of giving everything over. On her knees, gazing up at Madam, she felt more alive than she had in weeks.
And as Madam stepped closer again, lifting her dress to expose exactly what Emma craved, Emma knew she’d gladly stay in this position all night, giving Madam everything she desired.
“Taste me.”
Emma’s skin prickled with anticipation as Madam guided her face towards her soaked lips. “Fuck.”
“What was that?” Madam tightened her grip on Emma’s hair, holding her just millimetres away.
“Sorry, Madam.”
“Do you have any idea how many times I thought about bending you over and fucking you tonight?” Madam spread her lips and inched closer. “While you giggled with Dani, while you touched me under the table…testing your luck and my patience the way you always do.”
Emma dipped her head and gathered Madam’s wetness on her tongue, but what she really wanted to do was fuck her senseless.
“Mm.” Madam rocked her hips. “You’ve been begging for this since the first sip of your cocktail, haven’t you?”
Emma wrapped her lips around Madam’s clit, trembling and forcing herself not to sink two fingers inside her. Her wife wouldn’t stop her, but Madam would.
“Answer me!”
“Yes, Madam,” Emma said as she drew back, her voice hoarse. “I’ve been begging for it all night.”
Madam stepped back, lowered her dress, and stared down at Emma. “You’re going to earn me tonight. Every single second. Do you understand?”
Emma’s stomach clenched, the heat building between her legs almost too much to bear. “Yes, Madam.”
“Then open your mouth. Tongue out.”
Emma obeyed instantly, her lips parting and her tongue darting out in desperate invitation.
Madam crouched in front of her, held her jaw, and sucked on the tip of Emma’s tongue.
She moaned when she tasted herself, but then she pulled away a little, the disappointment making Emma whimper. Still, she didn’t dare move.
“You’re so desperate.” Madam dragged her thumb across Emma’s bottom lip. “Do you really think that if you pout enough, I’m going to give you everything at once?”
Emma nodded, even though it wouldn’t help her in her quest to make Madam come.
“Oh, baby.” Madam’s thumb slipped into her mouth, and Emma sucked. “You don’t get to decide. You gave that up the second you dropped to your knees.”
Emma’s pulse raced as Madam stood again, deliberately moving slowly around the room. She heard the sound of fabric shifting behind her, then the sound of something being pulled from the drawer in the chest at the foot of the bed, and Emma’s whole body tightened.
When Madam returned, now naked and with a harness strapped around her hips, Emma shook with anticipation. The sight of it, the way Madam tightened each buckle like she was armouring herself, made Emma’s mouth run dry.
“On your hands and knees,” Madam ordered.
Emma pressed her palms flat on the floor, arching instinctively. She felt the cool glide of Madam’s hand over her arse, a teasing caress that suddenly turned into a sharp smack. Emma gasped, the sting making her jolt forward, only to feel Madam’s hand anchor her in place again.
“Stay.”
Oh, Emma stayed. She knew exactly what was coming…of course she stayed.
When Madam kneeled behind her, she felt the blunt head of the strap press against her lips. Madam gripped her hips and held Emma exactly where she wanted her, not once letting her grind back.
“Beg for it.”
“Please, Madam,” Emma choked out. “Please, I need it.”
“You think I don’t know that?” Madam’s tone was mocking, but that intense heat shimmered beneath it. “You’ve been dripping for me since dinner.”
Emma whined, her forehead pressing against the floor. “Please.”
Slowly, Madam pushed in. Emma’s cry echoed through the room, sharp and raw as her body stretched, surrendering all at once.
Madam moved with devastating control, steady thrusts that made Emma’s knees shake under the weight of sensation. Emma moaned into the carpet, every inch of her body alive.
“Louder,” Madam demanded as she tugged Emma up by the hair until her back arched, her cries spilling free. “I want the whole street to know just how good I fuck you.”
Emma obeyed, her voice breaking with every thrust while her body burned with that ever-present need. She wanted to come so much that it was almost unbearable, but she knew better than to ask. Madam wouldn’t allow it. Not yet.
She was being unravelled, piece by piece, until there was nothing left but an aching desire and Madam’s voice in her ear. “You’re mine,” Madam growled as she slammed into her harder. “Every inch of you belongs to me.”
“Yes, Madam!” Emma sobbed, ecstasy and desperation blurring into one. “I’m yours.”
Those words pulled a groan from Madam, her pace picking up to something far more relentless. Emma clawed at the carpet, her body on fire, her orgasm close enough to practically strangle her.
“Not yet,” Madam pulled out, leaving Emma empty and shaking on the floor, tears stinging her eyes.
God, the loss had never felt so brutal before. “Please!”
Madam kneeled in front of Emma, gripped her jaw, and forced her head up. “You’ll come when I say you can. Not before.”
Emma’s vision blurred, but she nodded frantically. “Yes, Madam.”
“Good.” Madam lifted the soaked toy and guided it to Emma’s lips. “Now taste yourself.”
Emma allowed the toy to be slipped into her mouth, moaning as she looked up at Madam through hooded eyes.
“Mm. You know how good you taste. You know just how hard it is for me to control myself when all I want to do is fuck you in the nearest bathroom. But you still insist on pushing me…”
Madam drew back and returned to her position, shoving Emma back down with a hand between her shoulder blades. She spread her thighs wider, slid the strap back in with force, and fucked Emma hard and fast. Her body convulsed, every nerve alight, each thrust pushing her closer and closer, until…
“Now!” Madam commanded. “Come for me.”
Emma shattered. Her body bowed as a cry ripped from her throat, every muscle seizing as wave after wave crashed through her.
She sobbed with the sheer force of it, clinging to the floor as she trembled violently.
But Madam didn’t stop. She kept fucking Emma, driving her straight into another orgasm…
then another, until Emma couldn’t breathe, think, or do anything other than instinctively fuck back against the toy buried deep inside of her.
So what if she was needy? This was her wife, and she would take anything she could get.
By the time Madam finally eased out of her, Emma had collapsed, her cheek pressed against the carpet as her body quaked. God, it had been a while since she’d felt wrung out, wrecked, and entirely consumed.
Madam’s hand smoothed down her back, lingering with a gentleness that only came after the storm. “Mm. You’re always so good for me when you want to be.” She pressed a kiss to the base of Emma’s spine. “All mine.”
Emma’s lips curved into a blissful smile. Because she was Madam’s. Always.
Vanessa stirred as the sun peeked through the blinds, blinking against the brightness.
Her body was heavy, but her mind was already working in its quiet, habitual way.
She’d never been the best sleeper; there was always something in her head keeping her occupied, but waking with Emma curled into her always softened the edges of her restlessness.
Emma was still out cold, her mouth parted slightly, with one hand splayed over Vanessa’s stomach. Her hair was a mess of dark strands across her face and pillow, her body pressed so close that Vanessa could feel the slow rise and fall of each breath.
Vanessa reached up and carefully brushed a few strands of hair back from Emma’s cheek. Last night had been…a lot. Even for them. Madam had pushed hard, and Emma had begged, broken, and come apart in ways that made Vanessa light up with pride and tenderness all at once.
And yet here she was now, peacefully asleep. Safe.
Vanessa’s eyes drifted over her wife’s face, committing the sight to memory.
Because this was the part that mattered most. The aftermath.
Madam may well take Emma apart, but it was Vanessa who always held her together afterwards.
It was Vanessa who got to see her like this.
Wrecked, rebuilt, and resting easy in the knowledge that she was loved.
A small murmur escaped Emma’s lips as she shifted, her nose brushing against Vanessa’s collarbone. “Mm.”
“Morning, baby,” Vanessa whispered as she leaned in and kissed her hair.
Emma hummed in response, clearly not ready to open her eyes just yet. “Don’t make me move.”
Vanessa smiled and slid her hand over Emma’s back in long, slow strokes. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”
They lay there quietly for a while, no words needed in that moment. It was just their breath, the warmth of the sheets, and the faint sound of the birds outside. This, for Vanessa, was the perfect morning.
Emma eventually opened her eyes, blinking as she came around to the idea of actually waking up. She lifted her chin and looked up at Vanessa. “You’re staring at me again.”
Vanessa smiled. “I’m admiring. We went over this last night.”
Emma groaned as she buried her face back into Vanessa’s chest. “Fine. Admiring. Whatever.”
“Oh, you love it.” Vanessa teased, but her hand didn’t stop its soothing pattern along Emma’s spine. “How are you feeling?”
Emma rolled onto her back and exhaled a deep breath. “Good. Better than good, actually. This morning I feel so content, babe. Like, everything is as it should be.”
It was Vanessa’s turn to snuggle into Emma this time. “That’s all I ever want for you.”
Emma wrapped an arm around Vanessa and held her close. “I know, and I love you for it.”
Vanessa kissed her slowly, tasting sleep and warmth and everything that grounded her. When she pulled back, Emma was smiling, her eyes drifting shut again. “Hey.”
“Mm?” Emma cracked one eye open and lifted a brow.
“I love you. Don’t ever forget that. I love you more than anything in this world, Emma.”
Emma tightened the arm around Vanessa and shifted down the bed a little. “I love you, too. More than anything in this world.”
As Vanessa lay there, the sunlight washing over them both, she thought about the balance they’d carved out.
Madam gave Emma the release she craved, the control she needed to hand over when her world was spinning too fast…
and Vanessa gave her that anchor afterwards.
She gave her steady and safe arms to fall into, and the reminder that she was safe.
“We should sleep a bit longer,” Emma said quietly.
“Why?”
“For the simple reason that I can’t be arsed moving.”
Vanessa relaxed fully into their bed again and smiled as she pressed a kiss to Emma’s collarbone. “That sounds like a perfectly valid reason to me.”