29. Pearl #2
“I love you. I've known it from the moment I first laid eyes on you, and it hasn't changed. I loved you even when I was mean and rude and cruel to you. I will always love you. You belong to me, just as much as I belong to you. I don't want to live this life without you. I can’t.” She blurted it all out like she couldn’t hold it in anymore, and tears came to my eyes. “I’m sorry. I love you. Take me back?”
“Wow. You didn’t need to say it so many times,” I teased. “I mean, once would—"
“You’re going to pay for that,” she answered before she literally picked me up and threw me over her shoulder, carrying me to the back of the club, where I knew the private rooms were located. She entered a code in the electronic lock, and we walked in.
Next thing I knew, she was putting me down and pushing me against the door before removing my mask.
“I booked us this room,” was the first thing she said, her lips almost on mine.
“That was very presumptuous of you.”
“No. Not at all. Because you’re mine, Pearl. I thought letting you go would give you the life you deserved. You had to go through everything a second time just because of my father. Because of me. But I—”
Instinctively, my hand cupped her face.
“I would do it again,” I said as I cut her off. “I would do it all again for you. In a heartbeat.”
“My beautiful, perfect Pearl,” she whispered, her eyes falling to my lips. “You don’t realize just how much you mean to me. You’re everything. Without you, nothing is worth it.”
I couldn't take it anymore. I wrapped my arms around her and forced my lips to hers, just as she hoisted me up, taking us to the bed.
I couldn't get close to her fast enough. I needed to feel her against me.
Emerson lowered us down onto the bed, her hands exploring my body. Pulling the bodice of my dress down, she peppered hot kisses from my neck to my nipple before pulling it into her mouth.
My fingers tangled in her hair, and my whole body arched into her.
“Please, Emerson,” I panted, unable to take it any longer.
She pulled away, watching me as she pushed my dress up.
“This time I truly have neglected my little whore,” she whispered. When she looked down to catch sight of my garter belt and stockings, she cursed. “Fuck, all in white like an angel, but you’re nothing but sin.”
“Fuck me, Emerson,” I begged, and her eyes heated. I missed this. I missed us. She took my flimsy underwear and ripped it as she dropped to one knee, pulling me to the edge of the bed.
Her face was between my legs in seconds, her tongue swirling the sensitive bundle of nerves in a way that had me thrashing on the bed.
Two fingers pushed into me, matching her pace as she played with my clit.
“Yes, fuck, Emerson. I love you so much. Please, more.”
My fingers plucked my nipples, and I felt like I was going to explode. Having her hands on me. Her tongue on my clit. Her fingers in my cunt.
Nothing felt as good as she did. Nothing ever would.
Her fingers spread me open so her tongue could spear me.
“Emerson!” I screamed when her other hand came to pinch my clit.
“That’s it, my perfect slut, show me how much you missed me.”
Her movements became harder, impatient, just the way I liked it, and I found myself arching off the bed as I came. But she gave me no rest.
She flipped me over and pulled my ass into the air.
“Now that that’s over—”
Her hand rubbed my ass cheek before she pulled it back and slapped it hard. I let out a yelp and tried to escape, but her grip was strong, pulling me back.
“Remember our safe word. What is it, pretty girl?”
“Bonfire,” I breathed. Our safe word. My heart was pounding in my chest. My cunt dripping with need.
“Good.”
Another painful slap was delivered to the other ass cheek. My yelp quickly turned into a moan as she sank two fingers into me again.
“Harder, Emerson.”
“Careful… I didn’t know you had a bit of brat in you. You don’t call the shots here.”
She pumped into me with one hand, the other massaging my ass, preparing me for her next slap.
My cunt convulsed around her. My hands gripped the sheet.
“Spank me again and find out just how bratty I can get.”
But to my dismay, she flipped me over, a smirk spreading across her lips.
“And why would I give my whore exactly what she wants when she’s being a brat, hm?”
It was my turn to smile.
“Because you love me. And, by the way, I have your bracelet at home. The nurses at the hospital had to remove it and I kept it. For when you came back to me. And you can’t take it off anymore.”
Her smirk softened. Her hand came to grab my chin, and she gave me a passionate kiss.
“I never did. Not since you left my car that night. I’ll wear it proudly. And you’re right,” she admitted. “I do love you. And I have your flannel at home waiting for you too. I can’t wait to see you wearing it again.”
My breath caught in my throat. Hearing her say those three words would never get old.
“I love you, Emerson.” I wrapped my arms around her. “See, that’s not so hard now, is it?”
She shook her head.
“No. It… feels right. Just like—” I gasped when her fingers entered me again. “This.”
I moved against her, jerking my hips as she fucked me.
“Yes,” I breathed. “Just like this.”
If anyone had met us in high school, they would have said Emerson and I weren’t meant to be. We were an impossibility. But somehow, here we were. We found each other, and we were never letting go.
I wished I could tell the girl who read romance books, thinking she’d never live her own, that she would one day. That the bully who made fun of her and was mean to her never really hated her.
And that her happy ending might be fucked up and misshapen, but it was all hers.