Chapter 50 Nineteen
Nineteen
Emma slid into the red dress with its portrait collar that showed off a little cleavage.
She pressed the ruby and diamond cluster earrings into her lobes.
They were a gift from Shay. She knew they exceeded the expenditure limits the club suggested for gifts, but he’d shrugged when she’d hesitated.
She was trying very hard to be a good sub.
“I wasn’t a master thinking about his sub when I bought these,” he’d said. “I was a guy thinking about his girlfriend.”
That had made her smile and kiss him until they were both breathless.
Of course, that had led to a scene that was very clearly one between a master and a sub, so she couldn’t say that she really understood where the distinctions lay.
The blurred lines between their two types of relationships didn’t trouble her, though.
She was the happiest she’d ever been in her life.
The fact that he seemed happy, too, left her feeling more satisfied than she’d ever imagined.
She’d gotten top marks for the semester and to celebrate they were going away for their first vacation together. She couldn’t wait to leave the pressure of school behind and totally focus on Shay for a week.
He said he had a surprise for her. She wanted the surprise to be a new way he tied her up and took her hard and fast. He was controlling her orgasms now, making her wait. It was hard to be patient.
As she rode the elevator down, her neighbor asked, “Is that your boyfriend with the blue Aston Martin?”
“Yes.”
“He’s really sweet, isn’t he?”
“Sweet?” Emma murmured.
There were things that Shay did that could qualify as sweet, but there were also things… She shivered at the thought of the perfect blue fingerprint bruises on her breasts. It made her wet to remember… So, no, he wasn’t exactly sweet.
“I’ve noticed that when you go downstairs dressed for a date, there’s always someone waiting. You never drive to meet him at the bar or restaurant to save gas or commute time, huh? He always picks you up or sends a car?”
“Yes,” Emma said. “He doesn’t like me to drive alone at night. He’s protective.”
“Sweet. So, who’s the guy with the Jaguar? The one who takes you shopping?”
Good grief! Had the girl been watching her every move? That was a little disconcerting. “Um, a friend.”
Mr. Lawford wasn’t just helping her choose her club clothes anymore. He’d started buying her clothes for her regular life, and no amount of arguing would stop the packages from arriving.
Sometimes she felt like a walking plus-sized mannequin when she entered the club, and per his request, he was summoned to look her over before she changed into club-wear.
“Another boyfriend?”
“No,” Emma said.
“Well, he’s sexy as hell, too.”
“Yes, he is,” Emma agreed.
“Have a good weekend!”
“Thanks. You, too.”
When she reached the car, she kissed Shay the way he liked to be kissed. When she was in the passenger seat, he closed the door. She waited until they were on the road to talk to him.
“Sir?”
“Yes?”
“Remember how you said it was okay for Master Randall to continue to take me shopping if I was comfortable with it?”
“Yes.”
“Would you be displeased if he took a few liberties?”
“Liberties of what sort?”
“He walks into the changing rooms. Sometimes adjusts my body in the clothes.”
“Does he try to turn it into a scene?”
“No.”
“Other than the times when he’s helping you buy clothes, does he try to touch you without my permission?”
“No. After he learned he wouldn’t get to have me for scenes, he told me that if he couldn’t fuck me himself, the next best thing was watching another Dom do it.
That it gets him hot for scenes with other subs.
And there certainly are a lot of eager subs trailing after him in the club. I don’t think he plans to overstep.”
“So, what made you bring this up? You don’t like shopping with him? It makes you uncomfortable?”
“No, I like it. When he finds the perfect dress for me, and I put it on, it’s fun. He’s so pleased. It always makes me feel good about my body.”
“So why are you worried?”
“My neighbor that you saw me talking to mentioned seeing me come home from shopping. I think she thought I was cheating on you. And I thought about him strolling into the dressing rooms and wondered if that was okay with you. I figured he sees me at the club in less, but you’re at the club and so are other members. ”
“I’m not jealous. If you like shopping with him, keep doing it.”
“But why do you think he bothers with me? Now that he realizes you’re not going to turn me over to him, didn’t you expect him to stop taking an interest?”
“He likes you. And he likes beautiful things. Every time he’s married, his wives are dressed to kill even if it’s seven in the morning and they’re just walking to the mailbox.
Controlling the way a voluptuous woman dresses and admiring her after he’s chosen her clothes is obviously a turn-on for him.
As long as you’re okay and he doesn’t try to turn the shopping trips into something more, I’m good with it.
After all, I reap the benefits. So does the entire club. You’ve never looked more gorgeous.”
“You mentioned he’d been married. I wonder why he’s not anymore.”
Shay chuckled. “I can’t imagine he’s easy to live with.
He likes dishing out hard punishments. It would take a super-submissive wife to please that guy twenty-four-seven.
And if she didn’t please him,” Shay said with a grim shake of his head.
“Different topic. I have a question for you. Did you give my cellphone number to your mother?”
“No! Of course not.”
The corner of Shay’s mouth turned up. “Well, she tracked it down.”
“Sorry!” Emma grimaced. “I already told her you said no about going to visit in August.”
“She wanted to try herself.”
“How did that work out for her?” she asked lightly, feeling a little smug. Emma knew her sometimes venomous mother was no match for Master Shay.
His smile widened. “She thinks your boyfriend’s a bastard. I doubt she’ll bother you with another invitation for both of us for quite a while.”
“Good. Are we going to the club?”
“Yes. Our flight’s not for a few hours, and I wanted to pick up a few things to take with us.”
She rubbed her thighs together. “May I know what things?”
“No. I like the way you gasp when I try out something new.”
“Sir, not that blue vibrating plug, though?”
“You’ve had a lot of orgasms with that tucked inside your ass.”
“Yes, but it’s not fair to stimulate me in so many places and then order me not to come.”
“So unfair,” he agreed with a wicked smile.
“Well, bring it with you, then. But don’t expect me to work up a sweat trying to stop myself from having an orgasm.”
His smile disappeared, and his expression turned cool. His hand reached between her legs and cupped. “Who does this belong to?”
“You,” she said.
“If it pleases me to watch you struggle to delay your orgasm and to come on my command, what priority of yours should be more important than that?”
“None, Sir, but it’s hard!”
“I know. That’s what makes it satisfying to watch.”
“You know, you can be a bit of a sadist.”
“Yes,” he said with a wicked smile. “I can be.”
The rented wood pier-and-beam house had floor-to-ceiling windows showing off a view of the Rockies. It was secluded and surrounded by woods, so Emma almost felt like they were in the wilderness rather than twenty minutes from a city.
She lay face down on the bed, wrists bound in the small of her back. The mound of pillows under her belly had her freshly spanked ass perched high.
She twitched and whimpered at the feel of the medium-sized plug in her ass. They didn’t have anal sex very often, but Sir had told her when they’d arrived that she could expect to be taken that way in the afternoon.
All morning, she’d been jittery. She loved all the things he did to her, but there were few that affected her more strongly than being bound face down, spanked, and then sodomized.
It made her feel so devastatingly vulnerable.
And the more helpless he made her feel, the harder she came. They both knew it.
She heard the click of the front door’s lock. “Master Shay!” she said, alarmed. There was no way to get up. Was it the rental agent? Oh, God.
“It’s all right,” Shay said, giving her neck a kiss as he sat on the bed next to her. “It’s our company.”
“What company?” she hissed.
“We’re back here,” Shay called.
Kate entered first. “Oh!” she said, smiling. Then she realized they were in the middle of a scene. “I mean, oh. Excuse me, Master Shay.” Kate waved a few fingers at Emma and ducked out.
Kate! Emma thought, bewildered. What was she doing there?
Shay slid a hand between Emma’s legs, rubbing her clit.
“Sir, please!”
“Please what? Take my hands off you? Rather than wasting your breath by asking for things you don’t want, you should save it because it’s going to be hard to catch in a few minutes.”
“I don’t understand what’s happening.”
“Master Rory and I agreed that with your training over and you being such a good little sub now, you and Kate should be friends again. We thought a vacation together would be cool.”
Emma found it difficult to know how to reply to this.
On the one hand, she did still miss Kate and wanted them to be friends.
On the other, it still felt like Master Rory didn’t completely trust Emma to be well behaved.
Wouldn’t that make for an awkward vacation?
And why did her Sir have to give her something to think about at the same time he made it impossible to think?
Her hips rose and fell against the pillows as he penetrated her sex.
Clenching her body sent hot waves of pleasure from her rectal tissues to her clit.
The plug had done its work to stretch her, which had ached at first, but now just made her feel restless and full and ready to come. She was getting so close.
“Hey, man,” Rory said, strolling to the doorway. “Good to see you.”