Chapter 28
The party’s ruined.At least for me.
The Long Gallery’s nearly empty when I return. Knowing where Emily likes to retreat when she’s stressed, I continue into the Library. There’s a crowd around one of the leather couches, maybe even the one Emily and I had our very first scene at Blunts on. Maude and Twitch sit with Georgie curled between them. A group of Doms—Jiro, Mac, Javier, Bravo, and Faolan—cluster behind the couch, talking quietly. A line of submissives kneel on the floor in front of the couch. Everyone’s rubbing Georgie gently while Maude holds his head to her breasts and speaks to him.
I whip out my phone, take a picture, thumb over to my text messages with Bull, and send it to him. He’s been my friend for years but he’s letting whatever’s going on between him and Maude cloud his judgment. A submissive should not look like this, not even after a breach of protocol.
As I move toward the couch, Javier walks around and puts his hand on my shoulder. “Georgie is okay. He had a panic attack and went non-verbal. Emily brought him out of it. Maude’s giving him aftercare. He’s okay, Logan.”
I take three deep breaths, trying to calm down.
“This was not your fault,” Javier continues. “Emily told us you apologized to Bull and Al for interrupting their scene. That’s the end of it.”
“That’s so very far from the end of it,” I say, grinding my teeth. “This is a fiasco.”
He squeezes my shoulder. “Take three more deep breaths. There’s no harm done. Everyone’s enjoying the Nursery. No one’s been hurt?—”
“You didn’t see Georgie in there surrounded by?—”
Javier’s fingers on my shoulder turn crushing. “Deep breaths,” he says. “Let Georgie define what happened and how he feels about it. I’m aware there’s some tension between Bull and Maude at the moment but Twitch is here, helping Georgie relax and process his fear. This only becomes confrontational if we allow it to. It’s ... unwise for Maude and Bull to be at odds right now. Do you understand what I’m saying to you, mon frere?
I draw deep breaths through my nose. I understand what he’s saying. He’s thinking politically and I’m having trouble thinking of anything beyond the need to protect our submissives.
“Yes,” I grit.
Bright eyes and dark curls poke around Javier’s shoulder. “Master Javier, may I talk to Daddy, please?”
Javier steps away, nodding.
I open my arms and Emily rushes into them. She hugs me tightly, then pushes up on her toes and climbs me. I grab the backs of her thighs, pull her up into position, and settle her against me. She tucks her face into my throat and hums soothingly.
“Baby, what are you doing?”
“Calming you down. You have a full frowny on and your angry vein is throbbing.”
“I have an angry vein?”
Her hand worms under my coat, waistcoat, and shirt to palm a circle over my back. “Yup.”
I drop my face into her sweetly-scented hair and continue taking deep breaths.
“Do you have an angry vein?”
“Not that I’m aware of but I have very veiny wings.”
As always, everything about my little girl soothes me, distracts me from my storming emotions.
“Do you?” I ask, supporting her bottom with my forearm and plucking imaginary wings out from her shoulders. “Hmm, yes, very veiny.”
“My veins were throbby too. But now that I’ve seen Georgie is okay and you’re okay, my wings aren’t throbbing anymore.”
I nuzzle her soft crown. “You’re such a treasure, baby doll. I can’t do without you.”
“You don’t have to, Daddy, because I’m right here. And after you check in with Mistress Maude, will you please come upstairs with me?”
“I’ll go anywhere with you, any time you ask, my baby.”
I feel her smile against my collarbone.
Maybe it’s distance from the party, up in the Library’s relatively quiet mezzanine. Maybe it’s having apologized to Georgie for panicking him and having been reassured by Maude that he’ll be okay. Maybe it’s having my baby doll in my arms.
Whatever the reason, the pall that the confrontation in the Stocks threw over my night slowly burns away.
Emily’s dedication to making me feel better helps. She leads me to a new piece of furniture, a kind of chaise lounge with a higher chair part and a long, sloping foot. The chair part is more chair-like than the other chaises we have around the club. The whole thing is upholstered in deep burgundy leather.
“Are we taking a nap, baby?” I ask.
She grins as she gestures for me to sit in the chair part. Once I’m seated, she climbs onto the long part between my knees and lies on her stomach.
I smile down at her. “What’s this all about, little girl?”
“It’s a meridienne, Daddy. Queen Twitch and I found some pictures of meridiennes in the historical materials we’ve been restoring and Master Chess gave us the nod to commission one for the Library. They were also called chaise de pipe. Can you imagine why?” She wiggles her eyebrows suggestively.
Laughing, I relax back into the chair and put my arms on the padded armrests. “My imagination fails me.”
“Can I show you?” she asks, adding the cutest leer to the eyebrow wiggling.
“Yes, little girl, you may. Just a sec.”
Maybe it’s the lingering endorphins from the Hunt. Maybe it’s that I’ve gotten so used to being naked around Emily. Whatever it is, I’ve had enough of wearing pants.
I strip off my shoes, socks, striped trousers, and boxers and sit my bare ass down on the leather, smiling at the buttery texture of it. Emily’s eyes, already bright, gleam as she sees blood thump through a different part of my anatomy.
“Yes, just having you look at me does that, baby girl.”
She grins and scoots up the chaise, holding one hand above my knee, so close I can feel the warmth of her skin.
“May I touch you, Daddy?”
“Anywhere, my sweetheart. Remember what I told you? Daddy’s Fuzzie, Wuzzie, and Winky are always yours to play with.”
She giggles. I reach out and shape her soft, pouty mouth with my thumb. She opens and when I tip my thumb between her lips, sucks gently.
What was twitching between my legs rises to full attention.
“Oh, little girl, what you do to me. I want to finish in you, so pace your craziness with Daddy’s cock accordingly.”
“Yes, Daddy,” she says around my thumb before continuing with the soft suckles. Her fingertip trails ever-so-lightly up my thigh. Goosebumps rise around her touch.
“Teasing Daddy will not go well for you, little girl,” I warn.
She gives me big eyes. “It woan?” she slurs around my thumb as her fingertip reaches the apex of my thigh. Instead of cupping or squeezing me the way she knows I’m already hungering for, she switches hands and starts sweeping a small fingertip up my other thigh.
“What do you think Daddy will do to a little girl who teases him when he’s hot and ready to go?”
“Doan know?”
“I think you do know.”
She crosses her eyes. “Pwaddle me?”
I slip my hand in the pocket of my jacket and pull out one of the many toys I brought. “I was thinking we could revisit our first scene here.”
Her pupils blow. “Twase.”
“That’s right. Remember this tawse?”
“I dooo.”
I play it out between my hands. “I think it remembers you, too. Remember coming from just this leather on your sweet skin, baby?”
Holding my thumb between her teeth, she nods.
“Mmm, we’ll see what happens when Daddy sits on you on his cock and smacks that naughty little bottom with this stingy leather. I want at least two orgasms out of you.”
She nods more vehemently.
“Let’s get to that.”
“Swuck you first?”
How can any daddy say no to that?
“Oookay.”
Her eyes narrow and I can’t suppress a bark of laughter.
I slide my thumb out of her mouth, take myself in hand, and wave my cock at her. “Up here, little girl.”
She slides up until my tip bumps against her chin. I rub my crown across her lower lip.
“What do you say?” I ask.
“Please may I suck you, Daddy?”
I feather the fingers of my free hand through her curls. “Yes, my good girl, you can suck me. No rules, just enjoy your little self.”
She grins and keeps her eyes on mine as she lowers her head. She takes my tip between her lips and holds there, with just the plush wetness encompassing me. She flicks her tongue out and tickles my slit; my eyes roll back.
“Yes, my sweet baby. Such a good girl for Daddy. That feels so good. So nice and warm. Will you hold me in your mouth for a minute and just keep Daddy’s cock warm?”
She blinks enthusiastically, laves me with her tongue, and sinks down until my crown nudges the back of her throat. I control a shout at the sudden constriction. My balls tighten. I fuck Emily’s mouth frequently but sometimes I forget the glory of just being encompassed in that soft, hot heaven. No friction, no pendulum motion, just the pure, perfect sensation of being held in her mouth all the way to my root.
She swallows around me and I let loose the shout I was restraining. Fuck. Fuck so good.
Someday, I swear. Someday, I promise myself. Someday, I will manage more than thirty seconds of cock-warming. Someday I will let Emily hold me in her mouth or pussy for hours.
But not today. “Suck, baby. Suck me so good.”
After a deep breath, she sucks, opening her throat, drawing me down. My hips rise to her suction, giving her that last fraction of an inch. Her small fingers inch up and find my balls, tugging the way she knows drives me out of my mind.
“Fuck! Emmy!”
The smile that can’t curve her lips, stretched around my root, lights her eyes. She blinks and a tear rolls down, telling me she’s fighting her gag reflex. But there’s nothing but light, love, and happiness behind the welling tears.
Before she gags, I pull back, gripping her hair so she doesn’t try to follow me down. I wait until I hear the whistle of her breath, then let her suck me down again. I roar with pleasure.
There’s clapping from somewhere nearby. I release Emmy’s curls to shoot whoever it is the finger without tearing my eyes away from Emmy’s before I gather up her hair again. I don’t need to guide her into a rhythm because my baby knows me well. She knows exactly what I like. She bobs her head, sucking hard when I hit the back of her throat, holding on a second longer than I can so I have to pull against that divine suction as my hips swing back.
“Enough, enough, enough,” I chant. “Get up here. Ride Daddy.”
She releases me with a sweet little kiss before she scrambles up. She doesn’t even take off her knickers, just pulls them to the side as she impales herself on me.
“Who is an eager baby?” I ask before drawing her to me for a deep kiss. The minty sweetness of her mouth is spiced with the tang of my skin. I lap it off her tongue.
“Me, Daddy,” she admits when I let her up for air.
“Little you, huh? This little girl, so eager to ride her Daddy’s cock?”
“Me, me, Daddy. Please.” She groans, her stomach caving as she sinks all the way down on me. The sensation is different from being held in her mouth, softer, slicker, infinitesimally better. I’m happy I don’t have to choose between Emily’s mouth and her pussy because I never could. I’ll just enjoy both with utter, profound gratitude that I somehow found my soul-mate who takes everything I give her and gives back more than I ever could have hoped for.
Before I lose myself in the pleasure of her pussy, I push her skirt and the tutu that’s shedding glitter all over the place up to bare her round little ass. I rub her cheeks to give her a little warm up, then draw her arms over my shoulders and hold her wrists together behind my head.
With a snap of my wrist, I flick the tawse against her ass cheeks.
The pop and subsequent squeal are magnificent.
She pants through the sting. I don’t rub it in, glorying in the way she shifts and clenches around my cock.
“More, baby?”
“Please, Daddy!”
I pepper her ass with stripes. Three have her shuddering, squeezing on me like the wettest fist. Five and she’s nearly boneless against my chest, her hips circling as she works to absorb the pain. Ten and she’s coming, remembering to beg for permission just before her right leg shoots off the chaise and she convulses, jerking against me like she’s being electrocuted. She wails in my ear and I can only laugh with dark triumph as she gushes all over my cock, wetness slicking my thighs.
I wrap my arms around her and hold her steady as I pound up into her, planting my feet on the floor and pushing up with the strength of my thighs and ass. All those fucking squats with weights better be good for something. Emily wails and clings to me as I hammer myself into her, making sure to drag her down against each thrust so I bump her cervix. After a moment of laxity as her muscles recover, she begins jolting, clenching, howling with each collision of our bodies. I cross my arms over her back, sink my fingers into her slim shoulders, and yank her down as I sink deep and come so hard everything goes still for an endless moment: my thoughts, my heart, my lungs. The world stops turning; the universe misses a breath.
Then Emily’s gasp gusts across my chin. I dip my head to kiss her, to blow my breath into her lungs and fill my baby up again. She lolls, limp and warm and so-so-so sweet, against my chest. Wetness trickles down over my balls.
“I think we ruined the meridienne,” I say, panting between each word.
“It’s treated,” Emily slurs.
I kiss the tip of her nose. “I love you beyond anything rational, beyond anything sane. You make me crazy happy, little love.”
“Love you more, Daddy.”
“Not today. Today Daddy loves you infinitely and that’s the mostest.”
“Moistest,” she says, shifting on my lap with a squelch. “I made a mess.”
She doesn’t sound like she cares in the slightest.
“We did. Let’s do it again.”
She giggles drunkenly.