Chapter 29
Emmy
I’m on autopilot as I get on the tube. My brain is whirring with the news and I can’t help but feel a fresh sense of betrayal. The wounds on my heart that were slowly healing have been scrubbed over with sandpaper and I bite my lip to hold in the tears.
Fucking Colin.
I am done with giving that man an ounce of power.
I arrive at Salt’s doorstep before I realise where my feet have taken me and ring the bell. Stuart opens it and gives me a gracious nod.
“Ms Warner,” he says softly, “Welcome back.”
I don’t miss the way his eyes flit over my outfit. I’m still wearing a coat but I’m in a wrap dress and flat shoes – perfect workwear but hardly befitting London’s most exclusive sex club.
“Is Luke in tonight, Stuart?”
“Mr Pullman is in his office, I believe. I suspect he’ll be in the bar later,” he supplies.
“Thank you,” I reply, heading down the stairs.
I make a beeline for his office and arrive at the door before anyone stops me. I’m a little out of breath as I knock, and I hear a woman’s laughter seconds before the door opens.
Jessie, the club’s manager, stands before me in a tight leather dress. I take a step back.
“Oh god, I’m sorry if I’m interrupting something,” I stutter, backing away from the door. Within seconds, Luke appears behind her and pulls the door wider, gesturing for me to come in.
“You weren’t. We were just catching up,” he says, smiling at the sight of me.
“Hi Jessie,” I say, smiling awkwardly as she grins at me.
“Nice to see you again, Emmy,” she says. “Can I get you something from the bar?”
“No but I’d like to enquire about booking a room,” I reply with a boldness I do not feel. “One with… restraints.”
Her face lights up and she inclines her head.
“Number eight is free this evening,” she replies smoothly. “I’ll ensure it stays that way.” She gives me a wink and then strolls out, pulling the door closed behind her.
“I didn’t know we were seeing each other tonight,” Luke says, pulling me into his arms. I swear I hear him sniffing my hair.
“We weren’t,” I reply, my breathlessness returning. “But I had a rough day and I thought I could lose myself with you for an hour or two. Tick something else off the list.”
He smiles and my heart kicks in my chest.
“Sure. Do you want to get a drink first? Talk about what’s happened?”
“Nope,” I reply, tugging at his shirt and pulling his mouth down to mine. “I’ve got better ideas.”
He opens and sweeps his tongue against mine.
If I were a smaller, daintier woman then I’d have jumped into his arms and wrapped my legs around him.
But I settle instead for dragging him backwards with me until my legs hit the edge of the sofa, and we fall into a pile of cushions.
Our kiss turns ravenous and within moments, I’m panting, need pulsing in my core.
“Playroom?” I ask, as we break for air.
“Playroom,” he says, and pulls me to my feet.
Room eight is a beautiful space. The lighting is moody and the four-poster bed is a rich dark wood, furnished with plum-coloured sheets. Luke locks the door behind us and gestures around the room.
“This is my favourite room,” he says, with a small smile.
“It’s gorgeous,” I reply, peeling off my very unsexy cardigan and throwing it on a nearby chair.
“You’re in a hurry tonight,” he says softly, stepping back into my space.
I smile and undo the ties of my dress, pulling it open and chucking it over with my cardigan.
He strokes his knuckles down my cheek, eyes searching as I wriggle and try to undo my bra.
“Are you ok?” he asks, as I finally get my bra off. His eyes turn molten but he doesn’t break eye contact with me as he waits for my reply.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” I say, breezily, dropping my knickers to the floor. “Let’s do this.”
I’m standing there fully naked before him and he’s not even taken his shoes off yet.
“Let’s do this?” he laughs, cupping my jaw. “Famously seductive words. Are you sure you’re ok?”
“I need to lose myself. Can you do that for me? Can we forget about everything outside of this room for a bit, Luke?” There’s a plea in my voice that he doesn’t miss and his eyes are full of concern.
“Of course,” he says softly. “You wanted to try restraints?”
“Yes. And I’d like you to take control again please.”
He nods, looking over at a wardrobe in the corner of the room.
“If you say stop…”
“Then you’ll stop,” I finish for him. “I’m in your hands.”
I don’t miss the set of his jaw as we move into the scene and he starts to unbutton his shirt.
“Ok then Emmy. On the bed.”
I comply, feeling the weight lift off my shoulders as I follow his instructions. I feel a strange sense of serenity as I let go of my need to think and process. Luke pulls a wooden chest out of the bottom of the wardrobe and opens it, angling the lid so I can’t see what’s inside.
“Do you trust me?” he asks, his voice gruff.
“You know I do,” I reply, leaning back on my elbows.
He holds something black and silky between his hands and steps towards me. It’s not until he’s closer that I realise it’s a blindfold and I gasp slightly. There’s a question in his eyes and I nod. He gently ties it and my vision goes dark.
Every nerve ending in my body is on high alert as I listen to Luke rustle around. I tense as I hear him step closer and then my muscles tighten as he trails something soft up my stomach. I gasp as it reaches my nipples, writhing and arching my back to chase the sensation.
“Hands above your head,” comes the next command.
I lift my hands and he catches them in his own, winding a silky material around my wrists. It’s snug but not painful and I gasp as he pulls them right up, fixing them to something in the bed frame.
I’m breathless as I wait for him to make his next move.
It feels like an impossibly long moment until suddenly I feel Luke’s warm mouth enclose around my left nipple and I practically arch off the bed.
His hand pinches my other nipple, rolling it between his fingers in a move that has me panting and writhing.
“You have such perfect tits, Em,” he says, sucking my nipple into his mouth again and gently biting it. I let out a moan as I lift my chest towards him like an offering. He chuckles and I feel his fingers trace their way down my abdomen.
“I love the curve just here,” he says, tracing my belly. I’ve always had a soft stomach, honed through many years of loathing exercise and liking cheese. He places a kiss right below my bellybutton and I shiver with need, as his ministrations move lower.
“And this,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to the top of my pubic bone, “is the most beautiful cunt I’ve ever tasted.” I can feel my arousal building at his filthy praise and my hips rise of their own accord, my core pulsing with the need to feel him.
But instead of going in for the kill, he skirts around my needy pussy and begins to kiss his way down my inner thighs. I’m squirming and I can hear amusement in his voice as he asks, “something you need, sweetheart?”
“Please,” I say, practically whimpering as he continues to kiss up my legs.
“Please what?”
“Please can I come?” I plead, biting my lip as I hear the desperation in my voice.
“In time,” he replies, and carries on to the other leg, kissing his way back northwards.
Just as I think he’s finally going to land on my cunt, he begins tracing circles on my stomach and returns to licking and sucking my stiff pink buds.
I swear they’re hard enough to cut glass as he continues to deny me what I want.
“Please, Luke,” I say again, my discomfort growing as my vagina weeps at her emptiness. “I need you.”
“But I’m having so much fun,” he replies and I once again hear the evil smile in his voice.
I let out a desperate noise as I wriggle and fidget under his touch.
“Next time,” he says, splaying a large palm across my abdomen, “I might tie your legs down too. Then we’ll see how long you can last when you can’t move at all.”
I whimper and he finally takes pity on me, slowly making his way back down and breathing warm air softly over my sensitive skin.
He flattens his tongue and gives me a long lick that has my hips arcing off the bed. Then he continues to lick, and nibble, and suck until I’m panting and cursing, desperately chasing the orgasm that’s been building since Jessie walked out of his office.
He slides two fingers into me and I cry out, my mind going blank as my orgasm threatens to take me under.
“Can I—” I start.
“You can come,” he replies, and I detonate, coming with a long scream. He works me through it, sucking hard on my clit and massaging my g-spot while I all but convulse around him.
I’m still twitching when I hear the familiar tear of a condom wrapper and then Luke is inside me, bottoming out in one full thrust.
“Such a good girl,” he croons, as he lets me adjust to his size while I pant my way through my comedown.
He starts a solid rhythm, thrusting into me while kissing my neck and I surrender every ounce of freewill, giving it all up to the man inside me.
His hand collars my neck and I all but stop breathing as my core spasms again, fear and excitement flickering at this new sensation.
He must feel my reaction because he squeezes, ever so slightly, and I moan loudly as another orgasm builds.
I feel owned and used and cherished all at once but my brain has no space for anything other than the sensation ripping through me as I explode again, taking Luke with me.
“Fuck!” he grunts, as his hips stutter and he comes, forehead pressed to mine as we ride out each other’s orgasms.
After a few moments of panting, he gently tugs off the blindfold and blinds me with a beautiful smile. As the scene breaks, the day comes rushing back at me and all the feelings I’ve been crushing down into my soul come at me like a tidal wave.
My throat suddenly feels like there’s a golf ball stuck in it and I blink rapidly, but there’s no holding back. I pull at my hands to cover my face but they’re still tied. I’ve got nowhere to hide. I can’t even get any words out before I burst into tears.
Fuck.