Chapter 26
Emmy
“So how does it work then?” I ask, picking at the crisps on the table in front of me. It’s two days later and I’ve come to Luke’s for a drink and a chance to tick another item off the list.
“Power exchange is quite simple really: you would hand over control to me for the duration of the scene,” he answers, taking a sip of his drink. “The lead person – or dominant – makes all the decisions and the other person – the submissive – is more or less at their mercy.
“The more extreme ends of the spectrum can be a whole lifestyle choice, where the dominant and submissive elements become key parts of day-to-day life. But for me, it’s something I only enjoy as part of a scene with pre-agreed boundaries.
Once the scene ends, the normal balance of power is returned. ”
I nod, thinking through the dynamic we witnessed at Salt a few nights ago.
“It’s something I’ve always been curious about,” I reply. “But part of me feels like a bad feminist for trading power to a man in exchange for a few orgasms.”
Luke snorts a laugh and gives me a wry smile.
“I understand why you’d think that, but the true power in any dom/sub dynamic always lies with the sub.
They decide the boundaries. A good dominant always knows that.
There should be no illusions where the real centre of power lies.
That’s why safe words are so important in the dynamic.
” He holds my gaze over the rim of his glass.
“And have you always been dominant?” I ask, cocking my head. I can’t really imagine Luke as anything but perfectly composed and in control.
“It’s more my comfort zone but I am open to both. I’m technically a switch, though don’t go spreading that around Salt.” He gives me a wink.
“Yes, Sloane calls you Daddy Dom Luke half the time,” I reply with a chuckle. He cringes.
“Well, there’s a nickname I hope doesn’t stick. I very occasionally demonstrate skills and scenes at Salt so I’ve earned a bit of a reputation.” He clears his throat.
“I bet,” I reply with a grin and push down the ugly pang of jealousy that kicks me in the gut. “Have you had lots of partners with a dom/sub dynamic?”
Luke shifts on the sofa and tilts his head as he thinks.
“A few, here and there. It’s not a dealbreaker for me. I’ve had plenty of partners where there is none of that at all. It’s something I enjoy dabbling in, with the right person.”
“Did you… ever do that with Lucy?” The question slips out before I can stop it.
He closes his eyes briefly and I look down at my glass.
I feel like I’ve overstepped. I brought up the ex that broke his heart and put him off relationships for the rest of his life.
She’s probably not an easy subject for him.
“A little, here and there,” he says after a pause.
“I was quite young back then, still figuring myself out. The most crucial thing at the heart of a power exchange is trust. You’re both putting yourselves in a position of vulnerability, in different ways, so it only works if there is absolute trust.”
He takes a deep breath, as if steeling himself.
“In some ways, what happened with Lucy hurt more because of the trust I believed we had between us. She proved to me that you can never be truly sure of someone else’s feelings. And blind faith in someone can backfire horribly.”
“I get it,” I reply, avoiding the temptation to squeeze his hand.
“It was a long time ago now,” he replies. “Better to learn we weren’t compatible before we got married, I suppose.”
I wince.
“Yeah, I can attest to that. I feel like I was asleep for all of my twenties and I’ve just woken up. 10 years was a long time to be married to someone who didn’t see me, you know?”
I sigh. This conversation has taken an emotional turn and I need to get things back on track. I’ve got no idea how to be fuck buddies with someone but I’m pretty sure it doesn’t involve mining one’s previous relationships for trauma over wine.
“I can imagine. Colin’s a fucking fool. He was never good enough for you in the first place and he should have been thanking his fucking stars for every day he had with you.” Luke’s tone is vehement and it sends a little tingle of warmth up my spine.
“You’re sweet,” I reply, trying to get us back into less dangerous territory. “How do you feel about fucking his wife?”
He gives me a mischievous grin that’s all male.
“I feel very good about it. Do you want to try a power exchange?”
“I’d love to. Just walk me through it ok?”
We talk through boundaries and agree on some things we’re both interested in trying together. By the end of the conversation, I’m ridiculously turned on and he hasn’t laid a finger on me yet.
He stands and we walk to the bedroom.
“Once we are in the bedroom, the scene will begin. You will do as I say and follow all of my instructions. Most importantly, if you say stop, I’ll stop. For today, you don’t need a safe word. It’s just ‘stop’. Ok?”
“If I say stop, you’ll stop,” I repeat, dutifully.
We pause outside the bedroom and he leans down to kiss me thoroughly. It’s like he’s saying goodbye to me and I recognise that the dynamic is about to shift, albeit temporarily. Heat blooms in my core.
“Thank you for giving me your trust,” he whispers, then pulls me into the bedroom.
I’m breathless before we even begin the scene. Luke’s posture has already changed and his commanding presence fills the space.
“Strip.” He sounds almost cold as he says it, eyes gleaming as he sits on the bed before me.
I take a deep breath and obey, the thrill of it running through me even as a bizarre ripple of shame skitters over my skin. I’m wearing a silky jumpsuit so all it takes is for me to pull down the zip and step out of it before I’m standing in front of him in my underwear.
I chose a red matching set tonight, a plunge bra with some extra straps that scream sex and Brazilian-style bottoms to match the wax I had yesterday.
His eyes turn molten as he looks me up and down.
“All of it,” he pushes.
I unclip my bra and let it fall to the floor, then hook my thumbs into my knickers and step out of them.
“Good.”
He stands and takes me in, walking around me in a circle while he appraises me. My insides are squirming under his scrutiny and I feel a breathless need to please him, to measure up to whatever unspoken standard he’s holding me to.
“On the bed,” he orders, his voice gruff. I obey and climb onto the bed, propped up on my elbows as I await his next instruction.
“Show me,” he orders and my pulse stutters. I pause. He nods in the direction of my cunt and I feel myself blush deeply. I spread my thighs as his jaw clenches. “Show me, Emmy.”
I swallow and reach my fingertips down, parting myself so that I am laid completely bare before him. I’ve never, ever felt this exposed. Figuratively and literally. He’s still fully clothed as he kneels on the bed before me.
His eyes darken and he leans down, face less than six inches from my pussy. He breathes in deeply. “Beautiful,” he says, so softly that I have to stop breathing just to catch it.
He leans closer, warm breath on my exposed nerves, sending pulses of pleasure into the heartbeat that’s flickering in my clit. Without warning, he leans closer and gives me a long lick from bottom to top, and my hips lift of their own accord.
“Stay still,” he orders. “Don’t move a muscle.” As if to reinforce it, he splays a hand on my abdomen and presses down, holding me still.
I blink a few times and try to calm my breathing.
I feel myself relax and he resumes his ministrations, licking and nibbling while I fight every single urge to squirm, wriggle, and buck.
His tongue seems to be on an exploratory mission, finding every sensitive spot I’ve got as my orgasm begins to build.
It’s the most exquisite torture I’ve ever known and I feel him smile against me as he senses my struggle.
“You do not have permission to come,” he says, voice like steel. My eyes widen in shock.
“W- What?!” I reply, fighting the flutters that are threatening to drag me under.
“You are not allowed to come. Not without my permission,” he states seriously, and I screw my eyes shut as I nod.
Just as I feel like I’m about to explode, he withdraws and stands up. A small whimper escapes my mouth and he laughs softly, stripping off his clothes until he’s standing only in his boxers.
“Sit up and take me out,” he says, as I rise into a sitting position. I kneel on the bed and reach for him, his cock springing out as I tug his boxers down. He really does have a beautiful cock.
“Open,” he says, tapping my jaw.
I part my lips and he slides his cock into my mouth, groaning as he does so.
“You’re doing so well, Emmy,” he praises, as he sweeps the head sideways across my tongue. I feel his words bloom through me, dragging more heat through my pulsing core.
“Relax your jaw.”
I nod, and he gently touches the back of my throat with the tip, making me gag.
He pulls back slightly and strokes my hair as I feel tears spring to my eyes.
He cocks his head slightly, checking in.
When I nod for him to continue, he starts a steady rhythm, fucking my mouth while he strokes my jaw, a look of utter reverence on his face.
I never cared much about blowjobs before but with Luke, I feel the power exchange in action. He’s using my mouth but I know I hold all the power. After all, I could clamp down my jaws and bite his cock right off if I felt like it.
I sense the shift in him just before he pulls out, his brows furrowing as he brings himself back under control. He gently guides me back to the bed, and instructs me to lie on my front, with my hips up.
I’m expecting his cock but oh my god, his tongue is back.
From this angle, it feels filthy. As I fight a flush of self-consciousness, he devours me, licking and sucking and nibbling until I’m begging him, pleading with him to come.
I’m practically convulsing with the effort of holding my orgasm back, babbling variations on “please” and “god, Luke”.
I feel him chuckle against my pussy. He slides two fingers inside me and I cry out.
“I like the sound of you begging. Ok Emmy, you can come.”
No sooner are the words out of his mouth than I explode, coming with a scream. He sucks and licks me through the orgasm, groaning as I come undone. I feel like I have just had some sort of bizarre out of body experience and as I collapse onto the bed, I land in a suspiciously wet patch.
I look down, eyes widening in panic, before locking eyes with Luke.
“You squirted,” he says, by way of an explanation as I look down at the mattress in shock.
“What the fuck?” I whisper, breaking the scene for a moment.
“It was seriously fucking hot,” he whispers back with a grin before he delivers a sharp slap to my arse that goes straight to my clit. He shifts us over a bit and kisses down my spine as I regain my ability to breathe.
“Hips back up,” he says, his commanding tone returning. As I lift them, I hear the sound of him tearing open a condom wrapper. Then his beautiful cock is notched at my entrance and within seconds, he’s sliding home.
“You’re soaked,” he says, stroking my back before gathering my hair into his fist. He starts a gentle rhythm as I adjust to his size, then pulls my hair back tightly. My pussy is still pulsing in the wake of my orgasm and we both moan as he bottoms out. I feel so unbelievably full.
“Look at you, taking me so well,” he purrs, panting slightly as he sets a more intense rhythm. I’m suspended between pleasure and pain as he pulls my hair and ploughs into me. It’s exquisite and I can feel another orgasm building as he drags his cock against some magic spot deep inside me.
Luke clearly senses it as well, and he reaches around to rub circles on my clit.
The sensation is too much and I feel like my brain is about to short-circuit.
I have no idea if I’m allowed to come yet but I’m losing the ability to think or breathe or do anything other than teeter on the edge of oblivion.
“Come for me Emmy. Come with me, now.” It’s an order that my body is only too happy to obey and I really do scream through it as my body shakes and shudders.
Luke’s pace falters and then he groans as he finds his release too. We collapse onto the bed, both of us sweaty and panting, lost to the sensations of everything we just shared.
“You did so well, sweetheart,” he says softly, rolling off me and pulling me into his body so that we’re lying, sticky and sweaty, in each other’s arms. “What did you think?”
“I’m sorry, my brain stopped working 30 minutes ago. You’re going to have to give me a beat,” I reply, closing my eyes.
“Do you want to shower?”
“Yes. But in a minute.”
I feel Luke extract himself from our tangled limbs.
I swear I’ve only rested my eyes for a moment before I’m being scooped up into his arms and carried into the bathroom.
He lowers me into a hot bath and I groan as I relax into the water.
The bath is easily the size of a hot tub and my happiness all but triples as he climbs in behind me and props me up against his firm body.
He reaches for the shampoo and starts gently massaging my scalp. If he keeps this up, I might accidentally fall in love with him. Which would be extremely inconvenient.