Chapter 51 Twenty
Twenty
Summer had been a happy blur. Emma moved into an apartment with Kate, and they’d each taken a summer class.
Only one class, so there was plenty of free time for travel.
The four of them had been on vacation together twice.
Emma had loved the Colorado trip so much, but Italy had been even better.
Spectacular Roman fountains, the sun-splashed Amalfi Coast, museums with famous paintings she’d only ever seen in books before.
They drank coffee at noon and wine at midnight.
In a rented Venetian house, the guys harnessed Emma and Kate so they were sitting in the air back to back, four wrists tied together over their heads, naked with knees open.
The guys had each slid a crystal handled plug into their respective sub’s ass, diamond cut gold clamps on their nipples, then gave them a push and watched them swing.
Light reflected off their bejeweled toys and bounced off antique mirrored walls.
Emma felt like a performer in an X-rated Cirque du Soleil production.
Shay and Rory stopped the girls’ swinging movement and attached a small vibrating pincer on the clit for each of them. Another dizzying swing around the room. The back of Kate’s head pressed against Emma’s, and their fingers laced together, clutching, trying to hold onto something, anything.
Emma’s nipples, already sore from the night before, throbbed with pain, but the needy sensation between her legs only intensified. Cream glistened on her folds, and she looked wide-eyed, wide-lipped, and wanton in the mirror.
“Rory, please, I want to come with you inside me,” Kate begged.
“You better not come any other way,” Rory said sternly.
Emma panted, trying to maintain control.
“Need help, kitten?” Shay asked.
“Please, Sir,” Emma whispered.
“Ready?” Shay asked.
“Yeah,” Rory said. “Though I was enjoying the show. It’s so rare that you get to see a pair of sparkling, spread-eagled subs suspended from the ceiling of a Venetian villa. Watch the spinning kittens. That’s what I call a merry-go-round.”
Shay and Rory laughed, but Emma and Kate would have to laugh later. They were too lost in the grips of violent need.
Shay stepped between her legs, and Emma presumed Rory had done the same by the mewling sound Kate made.
“Back and forth?” Rory asked.
“Yeah,” Shay said.
Shay drove into Emma and then as the swing carried Emma backward and off Shay, Rory slid into Kate. It was the strangest sensation, like making love on a boat. Shay had fucked her suspended from harnesses and ropes before, but it had never been quite the same.
The guys played this slow, tantalizing game until Kate started to wail in frustration. Then Rory relented and both guys moved closer, grabbing the girls’ hips, and started to thrust. Shay bent his head and caught her mouth in a kiss.
In the circle of mirrors, Emma watched herself and her best friend get fucked hard by their muscular masters. It was heady and delicious. A memory she knew she’d enjoy reliving for years to come.
Fall surrendered to winter, and Emma counted the days to break with excitement and dread. She’d been taking Pilates and yoga to increase her core strength and flexibility for club activities, and she’d lost twelve pounds.
Shay and Randall had each ordered her to eat more, but she was secretly thrilled. Her breasts were still a double-D cup, and she still had a bubble butt. No amount of exercise would change that.
Shay confessed that he never wanted her to get too thin or muscular.
He liked the contrast between their bodies.
For a Dom who knew everything, he didn’t seem to understand that even if she did have a rock-hard set of abs, he would never feel them under so much soft chubbiness, which she’d sworn she wouldn’t diet away.
He still scowled when she mentioned going to work out, but when her weight stabilized he seemed satisfied that she wasn’t planning to turn into twiggy Nikki any time soon.
Dressed in a white angora sweater and an ice-blue taffeta skirt and heels, she felt like a snow queen sitting in first class next to Shay.
His company had just launched a new media software platform so he spent most of the flight on his laptop.
She’d finished all her studying before break so she read a novel and drank Bloody Marys.
It was the most decadent two hours of travel she’d ever experienced.
Emma was tipsy when they got off the plane. She held Shay’s arm and paid little attention to how or where the bags went. They were taken by limo to their hotel.
Emma’s mother and sisters had all tried to insist that they stay with her family, but when they’d tried to badger her about it, Shay had taken the phone and said, “The room’s booked, and if I cancel it, it won’t be so that we can stay with any of you.
We’ll just spend a few more days with my family in New York.
Do not harass Emma anymore.” And he’d hung up.
Emma had giggled. Her whole life she’d felt like she’d tried desperately to win the approval of her mother and sisters to no avail. Now they were chasing after her.
Her phone began ringing by the time they reached the hotel, her family already wanting to know where they were.
“Turn that back off,” Shay said.
Emma complied, though she thought it was a little unfair since Shay kept taking his business calls.
The hotel room was huge. She nibbled on an apple from the fruit basket and watched him.
“Right, sounds good. I’ll be unreachable for about forty minutes. Hold down the fort.” Then he turned off the phone. “Christ,” he murmured.
“Everything okay?”
He nodded. “Six hundred thousand hits in two days, and we’re still up and running. There was a bug that threatened to bring us down, but we’ve patched it.”
“How many users?”
“A little over four hundred thousand. Not bad. We did better with Calypso, but there are a lot of other things out there now. People will come around when they find our functionality’s better and the marketing campaign slams them with images they can’t resist for the next month. Strip.”
“What?” Emma chirped.
“I want you naked. Strip.”
“But, Sir—”
“Are you going to tell me no?” he asked with an arched brow.
She shook her head. “But we have people waiting for us.”
“Let them wait. Naked. On the bed. Now.”
She shivered and removed her clothes. She would have to take a shower and re-do her hair.
They would be horribly late. On the other hand, sex would help Shay burn off some energy and stress, and that would make it easier for everyone.
Shay didn’t usually let work—or anything—mess with his control, but he’d been on edge lately.
Shay sat down on the end of the bed. “Lie across my lap.”
“Why?” she asked, wide-eyed.
He smiled wickedly. “Because I told you to.”
“May I know why I’m being punished?” she asked, shivering as she laid across his lap and pushed her bottom up.
He moved a hand between her legs and stroked her, making her breath catch. “All that silky cream. I just want to spread you open and lick for hours. Wanna be my Christmas present?”
“Always, Sir.”
She felt his mouth on her ass, kissing and sucking her cheek until she writhed. With his finger on her clit, she was nearly ready to come already.
He bit her, and she squeaked in surprise and then moaned. He licked the sore spot.
“I’m punishing you because you smelled so good sitting next to me on the airplane; it was hard to concentrate.”
“Sir, that’s not fair. You bought me this perfume.”
“You’re damned if you do, damned if you don’t, huh, sweetheart?”
“Apparently!”
He chuckled. Then he fell silent, stroking her sex absently.
“Shay, are you okay?”
“Sure, of course. You’re face down on my lap with that sublime ass naked and ready for my hand. This is the best I’ve been all week.” He slid his free hand under her hair and rested it on her neck, a warm pressure that made her hang her head and feel helpless. Dampness gathered between her thighs.
“We both know I’m spanking you because I want to, not because you deserve it. You’ve been great the past few weeks, Em. When I came home from Seattle and realized you’d dealt with the fence guy for me, it was a relief. I was really pleased.”
“You rewarded me that day for being a good sub.”
“I know, but I should have done and said more. You’ve been my sanctuary.”
“Oh, Shay,” she whispered with a smile. “That makes me so happy.”
“You really are amazing, Emma.” He kneaded her breast, making her squirm. “Will you be uncomfortable sitting on a dining room chair with a freshly spanked ass?”
She looked over her shoulder at him. “Not enough to bother me, especially if I know spanking me made you feel better.”
“Christ,” he said, hooking an arm around her waist so she didn’t slide from his lap when he leaned forward to kiss her. “I’m a very lucky Dom.”
She smiled and settled back down, raising her ass.
“Just a few to warm you up,” he said, but the spanking went on for a while with him pushing fingers into her holes until she came from the mix of pleasure and pain alone. When he finally dumped her onto the bed on her back and drove into her, her sweat-dampened skin tingled.
He pinned her arms over her head and pumped into her. She came again. He pulled out.
“Turn over.”
She did so, feeling shaky. She watched him open the suitcase and take out the lube and a condom. He rolled the rubber on and slicked some lube over his cock as he walked back to the bed. “Put your ass in the air so I can fuck it.”
She trembled, but brought her knees under her hips and pushed up. He’d never taken her this way without a lot of stretching.
Shay drizzled lube over her ring, massaged it, and pushed two fingers in. She breathed through the sudden invasion as he spread his fingers apart, stretching her. She whimpered.
A few moments later, the fingers withdrew and she felt the head of his cock. He pressed forward until it impaled her.
“Oh, God. Please, Sir.”
“Need a minute?”