Chapter 14
CHAPTER 14
EMILEE
A rrow's hand rested on Emilee's shoulder, grounding her. She could feel the swirl of emotions ebbing away, leaving behind a sense of anticipation that thrummed through her veins. Her eyes locked onto his, searching for reassurance.
“Kitten,” he said, his voice a low rumble, “thank you for telling me what you need. Are you ready?”
She nodded, biting her lip. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl.” There was an unmistakable edge of approval in his words. He guided her gently toward his couch. “Over my knee,” Arrow instructed, authority lacing his tone. He seated himself and Emilee draped herself across his lap, her heart pounding in sync with the tick of the large grandfather clock in the corner of the living room.
His hand caressed her back, tracing the curve of her spine before slipping lower. The first smack was a shockwave, sharp and sudden, yet she welcomed the sting. It was a release, a way to shed the tension that had tangled up inside her.
“Count them, Kitten,” Arrow said, each word punctuated by another firm spank. “It’ll help you concentrate on the feeling. You aren’t in trouble, sweetheart. Let it all out.”
“One... Two... Three...” Her voice wavered as the sensations mingled—pain fused with pleasure, discipline intertwined with care. With each strike, she felt the frustration dissolve, replaced by a deepening trust in the man who held her over his knee.
Arrow remained silent except for the steady cadence of his hand meeting her skin. The sound echoed around them.
“Nine... Ten...” Emilee struggled to keep her voice steady, but there was no hiding the tremble or the warmth spreading through her body. Tears pricked at her eyes, not from pain, but from the swell of emotions that coursed through her.
“Almost there, Kitten.” Arrow's voice was softer now, a gentle command that coaxed her forward. “Let it all out.”
The final spanks fell like rain after a drought—necessary and cleansing. As the last one landed, a sob broke free from Emilee's chest. She lay limp over Arrow's lap, the layers of her defenses stripped away until she was bare, vulnerable and immeasurably close to him. He was right, asking for a stress relief spanking was easier than acting out to get a discipline one, and it’d been different. There was nothing to be forgiven for. Just Daddy taking the control she desperately needed him to have and helping her get rid of the negative feelings bubbling inside.
Arrow's touch shifted, soothing now. His palm rubbed circles over the reddened skin, each movement a balm to her frayed nerves.
“Shh... it's okay,” he murmured, his other arm wrapping around her to hold her close. She was his, utterly and completely, and in his arms, ass up over his knees, she found a strength she never knew she possessed.
She slowly sat up and turned, straddling him. She brought her head down towards his and kissed him.They had done nothing physical but kiss all week. Now, she needed more.
“Please, Daddy.”
“Please, what?”
“I need you.”
Arrow didn't need further explanation. As he carried her through the bedroom doorway, their mouths collided in a fervent kiss that sent a bolt of desire surging through her veins. His strength and dominance were evident as he gently, but firmly, stood her in front of the bed. He took a step back, his hungry gaze raking over her body as if she were the most delectable thing he had ever seen.
In that moment, Arrow was every inch the growling, primal beast craving his mate. Emilee felt the wetness between her legs increase at the sight of him, commanding and unyielding.
“Stay,” he ordered, and she obeyed without a second thought. The anticipation was enough to drive her insane as she watched him undress. With one swift motion, he tore off his shirt, revealing a chiseled torso honed by years of rigorous training. Her eyes widened as they trailed over his body, drinking in every muscle, every scar—testaments to the life he’d lived.
Impatience and desire etched themselves onto his face as he unbuckled his belt and pushed down his pants, exposing an erection that strained against his boxer briefs – and she licked her lips, barely able to stay still.
Emilee reached for the hem of her shirt, but Arrow's large hand shot out, stopping her.
“I’ll undress you,” he told her with a low growl that sent shivers down her spine.
He took his time, driving her nuts with his slowness, until finally, her shirt drifted to the floor in crumpled fabric at their feet.
“Beautiful,” he breathed, his hungry gaze devouring every inch of her exposed flesh. His hands dipped to the waistband of her red skirt, fingers dancing across her hips before sliding the material down her legs. She stepped out of them, leaving only underwear and bra on.
Arrow visually feasted on the sight before him, his chest rising and falling shallowly. “You have no idea how much I've wanted to do this,” he growled, his voice a low rumble. He reached out and quickly removed her bra and underwear. Her breasts spilled free, aching peaks begging for his touch. He found one with his mouth, taking it between his lips and suckling hard enough to leave a mark on her pale skin.
“Daddy!” she moaned, arching into him, wanting more of his touch.
“I've wanted you so fucking much,” he growled as he pushed her down onto the bed. He slid down onto the bed and grasped her wrists, pinning them above her head.
Emilee arched her back, encouraging him. Arrow leaned in and roughly kissed her, showing her exactly who she belonged to. The kiss was like a bolt of lightning, searing itself into Emilee's very core. Arrow's claiming lips branded her as his, and she shivered in response. This was everything she'd ever wanted but had been too afraid to admit. The sensation of Arrow's dominant kiss lingered on Emilee's lips after he had pulled away, a reminder of the possessive claim he had just staked upon her.
His hands began to roam over her naked body, tracing her curves, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. His movements were deft but unhurried, as if he had all the time in the world to worship her.
Emilee’s breath came in short gasps. She writhed beneath him; her core already wet with anticipation. “Please,” she whimpered, her voice laden with need.
“Ah ah,” he admonished playfully. “Kitten's not being very patient.” His fingers teased down her abdomen towards her clit, sending delicious shivers up her spine. She mewled softly as he dragged them down further over her swollen folds.
“So wet for me,” he groaned, his voice thick with desire. His tongue darted out to taste her then, lapping at her aching sex like a man starved for water in the desert. “So fucking delicious.”
“Oh my God!” With each lap of his tongue, each flick of his finger over her clit, Emilee's cries grew louder, more desperate. Sensations jolted through her body as she edged ever closer to release. “Please,” she begged. “I-I can't... I…”
Arrow's gaze smoldered with a cardinal hunger as he looked into Emilee's eyes. “You have no idea how badly I've wanted to hear you beg for me, Kitten.” He ran a finger through her slick folds, coating it in her essence. He brought it to her lips, pressing it against her parted mouth. “Taste yourself.” His voice brooked no denial.
Emilee's cheeks flushed crimson, but she did as he said, moaning at the musky taste of her arousal on his finger. Arrow smiled, “That's my good girl,” he praised her before he lowered his mouth to her pussy again.
He was relentless, his skilled tongue swirled around her clit, flicking and teasing until she was mewling with need. Her toes curled and her entire body trembled. Emilee arched her hips off the bed, desperate to feel more of him inside her. She threaded her fingers through his soft hair, grinding her hips against his face as the pressure inside her grew unbearable.
“Arrow,” she gasped, “Oh, God, Arrow!” All rational thought had flown out the window the moment he'd started eating her out. His name fell from her lips like a prayer, a desperate plea for release from the delicious torment he was putting her through.
He chuckled darkly, sending vibrations straight to her core. “That's it, Kitten. Let me hear you scream my name.” He increased his pace, sucking harder on her swollen clit while inserting two fingers inside her soaking wet pussy. He curled them upwards, hitting that sweet spot deep within her that sent stars exploding behind her eyelids. The sensations were too much to bear; she was teetering on the edge of orgasm, dangling precariously like a tightrope walker over an endless canyon.
“That's it, Kitten,” he purred against her thigh before sucking even harder on her clit. “Come for Daddy.” His fingers pumped in and out in tandem with his mouth's motion on her sensitive bud. Emilee’s world shattered into a million brilliant pieces as she came undone in his skilled mouth and talented hands.
“I... I'm... I'm...” she panted, barely able to speak as wave after wave of pleasure crashed into her. She couldn't form words anymore, reduced to a string of incoherent moans and whimpers as she rode the edge of release.
Gradually, the intensity of her climax ebbed away, leaving her breathless and sweaty beneath him. Arrow slid up her body, his arousal hard against her thigh. He brushed a sweaty strand of hair away from her face and smiled at her.
“Mine. All fucking mine,” he said before he claimed her lips in another searing kiss. Emilee wrapped her legs around his waist, urging him closer as their bodies pressed together. His erection ground against her wet core, teasing and tormenting both of them until neither could take it anymore.
“Please! I need you.” That was all the encouragement Arrow needed. He slammed into her mercilessly, his thick shaft tearing through her tight entrance as if it had been made for him alone. Emilee cried out, half-pain and half-pleasure as he stretched her beyond anything she'd ever known. He was relentless, slamming into her over and over again with an urgency that bordered on feral. Emilee moaned, delirious with need and desire for him. It had been so long since she'd felt this way about anyone— since she'd felt anything at all. But now, with Arrow inside of her, it was as if he'd awoken something within her that had been dormant for years.
“You feel so fucking good, Kitten,” he growled against her neck as he bit down hard enough for her to cry out but not leave a mark. Emilee's nails dug into Arrow's back as he fucked her with an almost violent urgency. His words sent shivers down her spine, spurring her on to even greater heights of pleasure. “So fucking good... so... tight... so...”
His hips slammed into hers with an intense rhythm, each thrust filling her completely and leaving her gasping for air. She met his every thrust with an animalistic growl of her own; her need for more consuming her.
Arrow's hands gripped her hips tightly, his fingers biting into her flesh as he thrust in and out of her wet heat. Emilee's nails dug into Arrow's back, her body arching off the mattress as she met him thrust for primal thrust. The headboard slammed against the wall in time with their frantic coupling, the rhythmic thuds echoing through the room. He growled low in his throat, his grip on her hips bruising as he slammed into her mercilessly. It was unlike anything she'd ever experienced before— this raw connection between them. It was like their very souls were intertwining as well as their bodies. This was no lovemaking session; this was something far more visceral.
Emilee's climax built again within her, much faster this time. The roughness of his thrusts, the dominance in his eyes, it all pushed buttons inside her she hadn’t known existed. With one final, savage thrust, Arrow stiffened above her before he roared out his release, burying himself to the hilt inside her contracting pussy. His hot seed filled her, the sensation sending her over the edge once more.
“Arrow!” she screamed as she came apart in his arms, her inner walls clenching around him like a vice. Her second orgasm was even more intense than the first, shaking her to her very core and leaving her boneless beneath him. They clung to each other, both panting heavily as they rode out their orgasms together.