13. Pearl #2
Her lips twitched.
“So you are jealous.”
Her teasing only made me madder and, apparently, only made her enjoy this more.
“Are you getting off on this, Emerson?
“I might be, but I can tell you right now you won’t be getting off until you admit it, Pearl.”
Fuck. Her bossy tone was my undoing.
“Yes. I’m fucking raging just thinking someone else touched you—”
“No one touched me. I shared a bed with some of them when I joined the club. I watched them fuck each other and participated if they needed me to. But their faces were always yours. Every single time, I was thinking of you.”
My breath caught. I never thought I’d hear something so perfectly sinful drop from Emerson’s mouth. And about me, no less.
She couldn’t know that I’d been doing the same. That I was chasing after people similar to her and pasting her face over theirs while they fucked me.
All I ever wanted was her, and now she was saying it back to me.
It was too good to be true. I couldn’t believe it, as much as I wanted to.
“Do you want to go back to the club? Do you want to be with—”
“I don’t want to be with anyone else. And, to answer your question, only if my precious little slut asks me,” she purred. “Would you like to know what it’s like to be fucked in front of a crowd? To have everyone watch you pant and beg for me?”
Heat curled in my belly. The image was so vivid that my body reacted even though we weren’t even touching.
Emerson and I on a stage. She was standing over me just like she was now. I was completely naked and writhing for her while she looked at me with that cruel smirk of hers.
I don’t want to be with anyone else. Every single time, I was thinking of you.
“I need you,” I whispered, unable to hold back as the throbbing between my legs intensified.
I was no longer mad, and this was more than lust. I needed us to be connected. Needed to feel her skin against mine. Only then would the anxiety stop and my mind slow.
“Prove it,” she whispered.
I started taking off my clothes right then and there until I was naked in front of her. The coldness of the floor below me stung my heated skin.
I gripped her pant leg as she stood up to her full height, trying to stop her from moving away. But she still did.
“That's all you got?” she asked, a wicked glint in her eye. The one I liked so much. “Crawl to me, Pearl.”
Four words, and my body felt like a live wire. She took a few more steps back, taunting me. I never imagined myself like this, even in my dirtiest fantasies.
The look in her eyes told me she didn’t think I would. Like I wouldn’t dare degrade myself in such a way.
Let’s prove us both wrong.
On my hands and knees, I followed slowly, my eyes never leaving hers.
“Like this?”
No reply. I watched as she swallowed hard when I got to her, so I upped the stakes.
Leaning back to show her my incredibly wet pussy, I brought my hand down to spread myself for her. “Please, fuck me, Emerson. See how much I want you? This is all for you.”
I brought one finger to my entrance, and she growled at me. “I didn’t say you could touch yourself.”
“Then you touch me. Fuck your slut like she deserves it.”
“And if you don’t deserve it?”
“Then punish me.”
Her eyes darkened, and my nipples tightened. My entire body went taut. Just her gaze alone was enough to send me into a spiral.
“Be specific, Pearl.”
I watched as her hands started to trail down her body, brushing against her breasts and further down until she started to undo her belt. A fire roared through me, knowing I was turning her on now.
“Spit on me. Make me feel dirty. Make me use it as lube for you to fuck me.”
Desire flashed across her face. She leaned forward and did exactly as I asked.
She spat onto my lower stomach, and I ran my fingers through it, rubbing it down into my folds before letting out a guttural moan at the contact.
“Fuck yourself with it, whore.”
Instead of feeling disappointed that she still wasn’t touching me, I slipped two fingers inside, slamming them into my cunt as hard and fast as I could, but I knew it wouldn’t be enough. I need more. I needed her.
But I knew she wouldn’t give me what I wanted. Not yet. That’s what made it all the more tempting.
When her hand slipped into her pants, I lost it.
“Let me touch you.”
She let out a laugh.
“After that weak performance? You don’t even get my touch yet, let alone be allowed to touch me. Now get up. Let me show you how stupid you were to be jealous in the first place.”
“You liked it.”
“You’re going to get double the punishment for that.”
I screamed, unable to hold back as a painful orgasm rocked my body.
“Fuck! Emerson! Emerson, please. Haven’t I been good enoug—”
Shock waves went through me. I instinctively tried to jerk against the silk thread tying me spread-eagle to her bed, but I could barely move. She had tied a vibrator to my inner thigh and had it going on high against my clit.
“Safe word, or you’re only done when I say you are.”
I screwed my mouth shut.
The safe word was right there on the tip of my tongue, but I couldn’t bring myself to say it. I wanted more, even after the unspeakable number of orgasms. My body was covered in spit and sweat. I was bathed in warmth and pleasure. A haze had settled over my mind.
And Emerson was there, guiding it all. Enjoying the view.
I looked over at her. She was completely naked, giving me a rare sight of her body. A small piercing on her nipple shined in the dim light of the bedroom as she sat on her armchair, spread out with her hand between her legs.
“Let me taste you,” I begged, my eyes running down to the tuft of hair between her legs.
I didn’t expect her to heed my request—she hadn’t even allowed me to touch her yet. But then her lips quirked.
She got up lazily, coming up to me to force two fingers into my mouth. I sucked them, winding my tongue through them. Her delicious, warm taste spread across my taste buds. I was desperate for her.
“Is that enough?” I shook my head. I knew what she needed from me. “How many times do I need to tell you to be—”
“I want you to sit on my face. I want to push my tongue inside you and suck on your clit until you come. I want to soak in your taste.”
She let out a hard moan.
“Good slut. Prepare yourself,” she said as she undid one of my restraints. “Three taps and we stop.”
She climbed onto the bed and settled herself over my face. Facing backwards, she slowly lowered her cunt onto my face.
Finally.
I went to work, absolutely feral for her. I latched on, sucking her wet folds hard into my mouth before I let my tongue explore her clit and entrance. Her wetness was leaking down my mouth and face, joining the sweat and spit.
What I didn’t expect was for her to lower the vibration between my legs.
I whined against her cunt and pulled her closer with my free hand so I could go deeper, trying to show her I was her good little slut.
I yearned to hear praise fall from her lips again.
She rewarded me by placing something at my entrance. I realized it was a thick dildo when she slammed it into me, getting no resistance from how incredibly wet I was. I opened my mouth in a silent scream at the sudden fullness.
“Fuck, your cunt swallows this cock up so greedily.”
With that, she began pounding it into me with no remorse. Tears leaked from my eyes from the overstimulation, and I desperately tried to continue fucking her through my sobs, but I was losing the battle.
“Come on, whore. You begged me to sit on your face and now you can’t keep up? Don’t tell me I have to make myself come?”
She pushed it deeper, and I jerked my hips wildly, chasing the pleasure and forgetting her pussy was there for one second. It was enough. Emerson had had enough of my half-assed attempt at oral.
Suddenly, the cock was gone, and she was turning around, still straddling my face, but this time her hand was in my hair, holding my head steady.
“Tongue out. Remember your taps because I’m getting my orgasm one way or another. If that means riding your useless tongue until I come, then so be it.”
Fuck. Yes.
She ground her cunt down on my mouth. And I lay there like a perfect little toy, letting her use me to come.
“That’s right. Fuck, so good. Such a good little fuck toy.”
I was going to come from her words alone. I could feel it rising in me the longer she rode my face.
She was so beautiful with her face twisted in pleasure and her mouth falling open. Sweat dripped down her forehead, down her pert breasts I was dying to suck on, trailing past the planes of her stomach. The muscles in her neck tightened as she came close to her orgasm.
I didn’t care that it was hard to breathe or how fast and hard she was going. All that mattered was that Emerson was losing herself.
Pleasuring Emerson in any way possible was all I wanted. And having it be in such a degrading position as she used me for it… even better.
She came with a loud groan, her body shaking as she fell off the precipice. God, she’s even prettier when she comes.
Cum splashed across my face and I licked it up. She paused for only a few moments, letting herself bask in the pleasure, before she let out one long sigh and pulled herself together.
In seconds, she was gone, and I was afraid she was done. Until she started taking the restraints off, first my still-bound arm, then my legs.
“Did you come, Pearl? Did you come while I was riding your face? Or do you need me?”
“I need you.”
She hovered over me for a second before slamming her lips against mine. Our tongues danced together, cum and saliva mixing together. The perfect taste.
But it was short-lived.
“Turn around. Ass up. My perfect little slut is going to get her present.”
I scrambled into position as Emerson fiddled with something behind me. The bed dipped when she came behind me, and I felt it when she pressed a different, even bigger cock to my entrance.
“Breathe, pretty girl.”
I forced myself to breathe as she pushed it into me. It stung as it went deeper inside. Each notch felt too much for me to take, but somehow, between her low praises and careful movements, it was fully seated inside me.
One of her hands fisted my hair, forcing me back to her as the other grabbed my throat before moving down to pinch my nipple.
As she snapped her hips, I cried out and let myself back up fully against her.
“Look at me as I fuck you, Pearl. This is what you wanted, right? Take a good look at your present.”
I forced my eyes open, not realizing I had closed them. Only then did I realize I could make eye contact with her like this since she was so much taller than me.
It was intoxicating. Watching her as she fucked me. A connection building between us, stringing us together as the world around us fell away.
The hand on my nipple came down to my lower stomach, where she applied pressure. I whimpered as I could feel it as she fucked me with the strap-on. It was so big, and it went so fucking deep, and I loved it.
“Emerson…” I breathed.
There was something powerful between us. I could feel it then, when it was only the two of us and all our boundaries had been knocked down. Nothing else mattered.
Warmth filled me. I melted further into her. At that moment, I trusted her more than any person I’d ever trusted in my life.
I was fully hers, and in some way, I knew she was mine.
Tears pricked my eyes again, unable to handle the flow of emotions attacking me from all sides.
Emerson. I can’t lose her. She means more to me than she’ll ever know, and I may be endangering her.
“Let yourself fall, Pearl. I’ll be here to catch you. Always.”
I let my tears fall as another, final orgasm ran through me. I grabbed onto her, never feeling more accepted or taken care of in my life.
Her name was falling from my lips like a chant.
“That’s right, my perfect Pearl. Just like that.”
I was unable to hold myself up when she pulled herself out of me, but instead of just pushing me to the bed, she was there, lifting me into her arms.
I didn’t have the energy to complain. She was silent as she took me into the bathroom, her hold not wavering as she placed me inside the bathtub with a care I didn’t know she possessed.
“A bath?” I asked, finally finding my voice. She pulled away to turn on the faucet. My eyes traveled around the bathroom, noticing the same colors as mine, but with a large tub instead of a standalone shower.
“Aftercare for my pretty girl.”
Even after she thoroughly destroyed me, I still found it in me to flush.
She plugged the drain and motioned for me to sit up so she could maneuver in behind me. Once she was in, she pulled me against her.
This time, I didn't need to ask her for a hug. She began to wash all the spit and cum off me with gentle hands. I sighed into her.
When she was done, she climbed out and picked me up, drying me with a soft towel before she took me to bed, laying me down beneath the covers. Then she lay down beside me.
“Take your time. Rest. Breathe. I'll get you some water soon.”
I nodded, but my eyelids were already fluttering closed.
I knew I needed to talk to her about it, but my energy was waning.
“Emerson…”
“Shh, Pearl. I got you.”
I couldn't bring myself to ruin the moment. A selfish part of me just wanted to be there with her and forget about everything that happened.
Her hands were running through my hair carefully, undoing any knots she came across.
That was the thing about Emerson. No matter how much she destroyed, she was always there right afterwards to put it back together. She didn’t hurt me—she healed me.
I grabbed her hand and forced it around me so she was still hugging me.
Her words came back to me and gave me hope of more.
You have no reason to be jealous, Pearl.
I love you, I wanted to say. Something I would say if I weren’t the same Pearl I’d been in high school. Emerson said I wasn’t, that I’d changed, but I felt that was a lie. Because I was still scared.
Scared that once I told her how I truly felt, she would leave me, and not all the money in the world would stop me from feeling how I did before. Useless. Ignored. Unseen.
I've loved you since the moment our eyes first met in the hallway. I’ve loved you even though your words were cruel and harsh and you told me I wasn’t your type. I've loved you through high school. Through graduation. And even after, I never forgot you.
I wanted to tell her everything, but the words died on my lips as sleep took me. I allowed myself to bask in the warmth of her hold and let go.