Chapter 49
Eighteen
The most extraordinary thing about the suite was the blindfolded blonde stretched out on the bed. Shay swallowed the remnants of the ice cube he’d been using to tease Emma’s sore nipples.
He licked her inside and out with his cold tongue, but told her she wasn’t allowed to come.
For the past half an hour, she’d done nothing but whimper and beg.
On the one hand, it was hard to deny her when she was trembling and sweet.
On the other, having power over her had him rock-hard and ready to explode.
He took out the leather straps he’d packed and bound her legs closed until they had to move as one, like a mermaid’s tail. Then he secured her arms to her sides.
“Sir?” she whispered.
“Yes, pet?”
“You usually tie me open,” she pointed out.
“You noticed that, huh? Very observant, kitten.”
She frowned. “Sir, do you have to tease me in every possible way?”
“No, I don’t have to, but I’ve always been an overachiever.”
She sighed. “May I know why you’ve got my legs wrapped together?”
He slid the blindfold from her eyes and kissed her.
“Sure. It’s because I’m playing with you.”
“I hoped you would play with me with my legs open some more and then would reward me for my patience and for being so good about not coming before you said I could.”
“I probably would have rewarded you for being a good girl tonight in bed, but while we were at the bar, I promised to give you something to pout about later.”
“But Sir, I thought that meant a spanking!”
“I know, but part of you likes being spanked, so it’s a good punishment for small things. Trying to top from the bottom and pouting at me in public buys you a punishment that’s not fun.”
“Sir, I don’t feel that’s fair. You didn’t warn me.”
“When did I ever promise to be fair?”
She pouted. He dropped his head and bit her bottom lip.
“Ow.”
He licked the place he’d nipped, then admired the contrast of the black straps against her pale skin. He slicked some oil over his cock and straddled her.
She opened her mouth for him. Hard to resist that, Shay thought.
“Just a lick or two,” he said, feeding her the knob. She sucked and swirled her tongue. Then she made a face.
“It’s almond oil. I know it doesn’t taste great, but Christ it feels great to be in that mouth.” He closed his eyes and enjoyed the sensation for several moments. Then he pulled back until he popped free.
He examined her breasts. “I’ve been pretty rough on your nipples.”
She hissed in pain when he pinched one gently.
“Do they hurt when they rub against your bra?”
She nodded.
“You could put Band-aids on them to protect them from the friction.”
“I know.”
“You tried it?”
She shook her head. “Nikki suggested it, but I didn’t want to. When I feel that little bit of pain, it makes me…”
“Think about the things I did to you, which turns you on?”
She nodded. “Is that strange?”
“No.”
He grabbed her breasts and slid his cock between them. Her eyes widened.
“Couldn’t do this with Nikki’s,” he said, compressing the pillows of her breasts against him as he slid back and forth. Like everything Emma, her tits were plump and soft. He loved the feel of her body against his. Such a satisfying contrast to his hard muscles and rigid cock.
He drove forward and pulled back faster. She stared up at him.
“You’ll put it back in my mouth at the end?” she asked.
“No.”
“Without a condom, it’ll be messy. The maids in the morning…”
He grinned. “We wouldn’t be the first. But I’m not planning to soak the sheets.”
“Then what?”
“Why would I do that when I’ve got a much more beautiful canvas to paint?”
“Sir, no,” Emma said, twisting against her bindings, but of course, she was trapped.
He chuckled. “Problem?”
“I don’t want you to.”
“At the moment, that doesn’t weigh all that heavily with me,” he said, closing his eyes.
“Shay, I mean it. You’d better not.”
He’d better not? What the fuck?
Shay slowed his pace, balls tight and throbbing with the need to come. “Do I need your permission?” he demanded, annoyed.
“No,” she stammered. “Only I wish you wouldn’t. Not on my face, or you’ll hurt my feelings.”
“Is that so? And what about on the rest of you?”
“Um, I guess if you really wanted to, it would be okay.”
What the hell? She was suddenly such a princess she didn’t want his cum on her?
She’d had it inside her and swallowed it often enough without protest. The goddamned stuff washed off, after all.
Hell, Kate, who was a fucking neat freak if there ever was one, let Rory cover her until she looked like she’d been caught in a sudden rainstorm of the stuff.
But Emma was trying to order Shay not to?
He frowned and shut his eyes. It took a few moments to recapture his rhythm. When he felt his balls tighten, he rolled onto his back and finished off with his hand. He rested, then undid Emma’s bindings.
Shay climbed off the bed and strode into the bathroom.
When he was standing in the shower, he heard a knock on the wall just outside it. He pulled the curtain back to find Emma, her lip trembling, standing next to the tub.
“Sir, may I come in?”
He pushed the curtain back for her, and she stepped inside. She stood in the warm spray of water and held out her hand for the shower gel in his hand.
“Please?” she asked.
He handed it to her. She bent and set it on the ledge. Then she lowered herself to her knees. She curled her fingers and wrists, so her hands looked like paws and then her little pink tongue darted out and licked his belly.
In small strokes, she cleaned him. It was so sweetly erotic that very little time passed before he felt himself stir. And her mouth on his balls was more than he could resist.
By the time she took him in her mouth, his cock was flushed and hard again.
She licked and sucked and teased until he had to steady himself by grabbing the shower rod and wall.
He stared down, watching the water cascade over her as she pleasured him so reverently.
When she felt him start to come, she pulled back, clutched him with cupped hands and stroked, lowering her head.
“Emma, you don’t have to,” he groaned, realizing what she was going to do.
He started to step back, but she inched forward, and he couldn’t stop the inevitable orgasm. When he came, semen jetted into her face and onto her outstretched tongue.
When he finished, he dropped immediately to his knees and pulled her into his arms. “Such a sweet little kitten. Well done.” He kissed her jaw and wiped her face with a wash cloth. She kept her eyes closed, face upturned, and let him wash her.
“Stand up, Em. Your knees must be killing you. Porcelain’s not a good surface to kneel on.”
“I deserve it,” she whispered.
He caught her arms and pulled her until she stood before him. He lathered his body and then hers and rinsed them both.
Shay gave her a towel and took one for himself. When they weren’t dripping, he took her hand and led her back to bed.
She sat on the edge, studying her hands, and then inexplicably, Emma started to cry.
It hit Shay like a sledgehammer to the gut, and he didn’t know why.
Women cried about a lot of things. When they did, he comforted them until they stopped.
He sometimes decided something that had been done to them had been too intense and then he modified his behavior.
But he didn’t regret the things he did to them even if they cried.
While exploring the depths of a sub’s body and soul, tears and emotion came with the territory.
It never made him want to apologize. Until now.
Which made him hesitant to touch her. Just where the hell was he headed with this girl?
“Emma, why are you crying?”
“You took so much trouble, and I ruined your scene. I disappointed you.”
Jesus H. Christ. He scooped her up and dropped into the chair with her tight in his arms.
“It’s all right, baby. Calm down.”
But Emma was one of those girls for whom sobbing was a storm, and you had to wait it out.
“Hey, listen,” he said, pulling her against his chest and rubbing her heaving back. “You more than made up for it with the shower scene. I’m not disappointed anymore. Stop crying, sweetheart. Let’s talk this out.”
“I’m sorry. I don’t mean to cry,” she said, her voice breaking on the words.
He leaned forward, jerked the corner of the sheet and dragged it to him. He wrapped it around her and leaned back with her curled against him.
“It’s okay. Cry as long as you want. I’m not going anywhere.”
When she was calm, he stroked her hair and grabbed the lotion on the table. He squirted some on her and rubbed it in. Christ, she had the softest skin on the planet. He carried her back to bed with the bottle of lotion. He set it on her belly.
“Sit up, and put that on your skin while we talk.”
“It’s so late,” she murmured. “You must be really tired. I’m fine now. I don’t know why I acted so silly.” She smoothed the lotion onto her stomach. “Please go to sleep, Sir.”
It was like a knife through his heart. “No one’s going to sleep until we talk.”
She ran a hand through her wet hair and sighed.
“My first night at the club, when Master J escorted me home, I said something about being in a full-time master-sub relationship being exhausting and he said, especially for the master. At the time I doubted him. I thought he was joking. I realize now he was right. I know what a long day you had, much longer than mine. Then you drove all the way here to see me, rented a room so we could be together, and I just… You looked so angry and disappointed. I’ve never let you down like that before. ” Tears filled her eyes.
Christ, he had to be careful with her. It hurt her that she’d displeased him. She was sensitive and in her heart, so truly submissive to him. It was such a gift to have a bright beautiful woman submit so fully. The dominant part of him had waited a long time for someone like her.
“I’ll understand if you never take the trouble again,” she said softly.