2. Pearl
Pearl
“Who knew you had it in you, Meadows?”
Emerson’s voice was smooth as velvet but had the same sting as back then.
She stood in front of me, her back to the door, unmoving, while mine was to the bed.
I could hardly believe it was her while I was signing my contract. But there she was, in the flesh and taking her mask off.
My stomach flipped when her beautifully cruel face came into light. Her eyes were sharp and not the least bit shy as they looked me over.
“Removing your mask is against the rules,” I blurted out, unsure of what to say. Maybe she should keep her mask on. I wasn’t sure if it would make this more or less surreal.
Her lips pulled into a teasing smirk.
“If you think I just dropped a million bucks not to be able to see your face and you see mine while I own you on that bed, that’s not happening.”
Shit.
“Did you follow me here?” I asked, trying to move away from that. “Did you mean to buy me specifically?”
“You broke our promise,” she replied with a shrug as she started to roll her button-up shirt sleeves up her forearms. And that’s when I saw it. The bracelet. On her wrist. The one I’d made. “Do you remember?”
I knew she was avoiding the question and that I should keep pressing, but instead I had to swallow the knot in my throat.
Because I did remember. My last night in our seaside town, when she, of all people, had driven me home from a high school bonfire.
When I tried to convince her to go to New York city and promised that—
“I said I’d be your tour guide,” I forced out, getting uncomfortably hot under her gaze.
When I was younger, I’d thought my reaction to her stare meant embarrassment or shame, but it was something entirely different.
Need.
But by the time I realized it, it was too late, and there wasn’t much I could do about it.
Not that she’d want me back then anyway.
But she’s here now. And she spent a million on you.
“Nice to see your brain still works.”
Maybe I should tell her to fuck off at that. But I wouldn’t, and she knew it. She might not have back then, but she knew all about it now. So I tried to pivot. Again.
“A million-dollar tour guide sounds kind of… pricey.”
She cocked a brow at me before her sinister smile grew. Something about her being there, looking deliciously hot as she did… It excited me. But this time, I realized I could look her in the eyes with no problem.
I was nervous, yes, but also turned on. Almost shaking with anticipation. And it felt good.
“Do you want to talk about your price, or are you going to be a good slut and get on your knees for me?”
Heat filled my whole body from head to toes. My core clenched, and wetness pooled in my underwear.
Fuck.
My knees hit the carpeted ground before my mind had a chance to catch up.
I guess my brain is actually not working that well after all.
“So you can follow orders. Good. Look up at me, pretty girl.”
Her praises were a soothing balm to her sharp tongue, and my body reacted in a way I didn’t know was possible.
I was going to do it, but it must have been too slow for her liking because her smooth hand found my chin and forced me to meet her eyes.
That same smirk was planted on her face. My underwear was soaked, my body coiled so tightly I was worried I’d explode if I didn’t get relief soon.
“Give me your safe word.”
My tongue felt thick as I tried to talk.
“Do we… Do we really need one? You already know what I like.”
Her grip tightened.
“It’s the difference between me calling you my beautiful, messy whore and you liking it—or not. What if the impact play is too much? What if I sink my teeth into your plump ass as you beg for me and I mistake your cries of pain for pleasure? What then?”
I couldn’t help the whimper that escaped my mouth.
I want her so bad.
“Bonfire,” I whispered and shuffled toward her on my knees. My hands gripped her pants. “Emerson…”
Her jaw hardened.
“Are you begging for me already? You can’t even hang in there for a few minutes?”
“Please,” I whined. “I can’t. You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for this.”
She let out a chuckle.
“Pearl Meadows… Have you always been such a needy whore?”
Her insult went straight to my pussy, but it gave me the confidence I needed.
“For you,” I admitted. “Only for you, Emerson.”
“You have always been like this, haven’t you? A needy, begging mess,” she said in a mocking tone that had me flushing. I wouldn’t deny it if I could. “But no one could see you. Not like I did. Not like I am right now. And no one else will have the chance to.”
She dropped to her knees in front of me, her hand slipping to the hair in the back of my head and grabbing hold of it. Her grip was strong and gave her total control.
I tried to kiss her, but she held me back.
“You get a kiss when I decide you deserve it,” she growled. “Now show me how wet my slut is for me.”
I ran a hand down my body to my pussy and dipped it between my legs. A moan slipped out as my finger grazed my sensitive clit.
“Don’t you dare get yourself off yet.”
I wet my fingers and pulled them out to show her. They glistened in the light of the room. She looked at them like she was starved.
“So needy. So desperate… and all mine. Now, give me a taste.”
My heart skipped at her declaration. I moved my fingers toward her, and she slowly ran her tongue up and down.
She wasn’t just tasting me. She was savoring me.
I yearned to feel that tongue between my legs.
Before I had time to prepare myself, she was forcing her lips against mine and pulling me into an all-consuming kiss.
My head spun. I had dreamed of this so many times, and now here Emerson was, kissing me like she was trying to suck my soul from my being.
I was pretty sure I stopped breathing.
Her tongue and teeth were brutal as we kissed. It didn’t feel as much like a kiss as it did a… claiming? Or a reminder that I was hers and she was putting me in my rightful place.
You will not hear me complain.
She kissed me like I didn’t deserve it—her. Like she was angry and taking it out on me. And I soaked in every cruel moment, getting hotter as the seconds went on.
I tried to keep up with her, but when she yanked me off her without warning, I was panting and shaking.
“Upper body on the bed, ass hanging in the air. If you can follow the rules, I’ll reward you with another one of those.”
I scrambled to the bed, not thinking twice, and pushed my ass up for her.
She was slow to follow, so much so that I wasn’t expecting it when she pushed my dress up my hips and bared me to her.
“Cute little strawberries,” she said with a laugh. “Never left high school, did you?”
Embarrassment flooded my face.
“Do you not like them?” I asked in a small voice.
“On the contrary.” I gasped as her fingers brushed against my wet folds. “I like how easily I can see your mouthwatering cunt through the white fabric. Especially with how wet you are.”
My hands gripped the soft comforter as she pulled my underwear down.
“Does my pretty slut want me to touch her?”
“Please.”
I yelped as her hand came into contact with my ass. The slap was loud, and the hit stung, but she massaged it immediately after, rubbing away the hurt.
“You’ll remember to answer my question next time, won’t you? And be specific.”
I was silent, unable to get over just how fucking turned on I was. I had a sudden fear that if she kept that up, I might even come before the main event.
“Pearl… Safe word if it’s too much.”
I took a deep breath. “Again.”
She let out a deep chuckle behind me that sent shivers up my spine.
Her next slap was harder, and I jerked against the bed, but all it did was make me groan as I pushed my ass back at her, looking for more.
I gasped when she started rubbing slow circles over my clit.
“Now tell me, my perfect slut, do you want me to touch you?”
“I want you to fuck me,” I shot back. “With your fingers. Especially with your tongue. Use any dildo you can find in here. The bigger, the better. And I want to look at your face as I ride it.”
There was a pause. It scared me. I thought maybe I’d been too direct.
Maybe I shouldn’t have—
I was yanked back by my hair, Emerson’s lips taking mine again, her hand dipping between my legs and fingers entering me without warning.
She swallowed my cries as she fucked me. My head was turned at an odd angle as I held on for dear life while her fingers pumped into me, bringing me closer to an orgasm faster than anyone ever had.
“Come for me, Pearl. And then we can finally get this night started.”
I fell apart against her, losing my strength, my arms unable to hold my weight as the tidal wave pulled me under.
“That’s right, pretty girl. Let it all go. Milk my hand. Take it all from me.”
I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t move. Emerson was everywhere. Her scent. Her warmth. And she wasn’t letting up, fucking me through my orgasm.
Even before I was fully done, I was forced to the bed with my back to the mattress, and she positioned herself between my legs. Her strong hands gripped my thighs.
“Your reward for answering my question,” she said as she spread me open for her. “A kiss.”
My hands flew to her hair and gripped it tight as her tongue attacked my sensitive cunt with no reprieve.
“Oh god, Emerson. Please. I can’t take—”
“My slut will take what I give her. That’s what you are tonight, right?”
I nodded, unable to make my mouth work as her fingers replaced her mouth, steadily working me back over the edge.
“Say it,” she ordered.
“I’ll take what you give me,” I gasped as a single digit entered me.
“Because?”
“I’m your slut,” I cried and was rewarded with her lips circling on my clit and sucking in hard, pulsating motions.
I lost myself to it. To her. I gave myself fully to her. Even if it was only for a night.
Little did I know, it might have been the first night Emerson destroyed me.
But it wouldn’t be the last.