12 Emeric
It’s late that evening when she slides into the office, looking rosy cheeked like she”s somehow totally embarrassed. I’ve been up here for close to an hour staring at the exhausting spreadsheet she made detailing the auction, and when she steps in and sees me she looks ready to bolt.
I drop the stack of papers, holding up my hands. “Don’t freak. I didn’t tell anyone about fucking you yesterday.”
Her cheeks flame, and it does nothing to curb my annoyance. Since learning that the auction was a go I’ve been swamped with emails, mainly Jo and Vinny directing me to everything I need to help her set up.
And I have no idea where she”s been. She didn’t come onstage, and after talking to Myla she wandered the club. I’m not quite sure what brought that on, but it was different.
She gives me a tired smile. “I didn’t get any virgin jokes, so I assumed you hadn’t.”
Serenity falls into her chair and turns on the computer. That’s it? She’s not even going to bother to antagonize me?
I fold my arms, glaring at her. The monitor covers half her face but I know she can still see me. “Any pain?”
She scoots over to glare at me, her mouth halfway open. “We aren’t talking about that.”
“Oh, no. You said don’t tell anyone. Us talking is definitely on the table.”
“We already spoke.”
I snort. “No, you dodged and got me to fuck you after you tricked me into deflowering you. You think we aren’t going to discuss this?”
She blushes, looking down. “There’s nothing we need to discuss. It felt good. And it got rid of that pesky virginity issue. I figured we would be okay.”
My eye twitches. “Pesky virginity issue?”
“Yeah, you know. People don’t think you’re as worthy if you’re not a virgin. At least if you’re a girl.”
I give her a moment to correct that statement and tell me she’s joking, but she says nothing else. “You’ve got to be kidding.”
She shrugs. “Well, it’s gone now. So it doesn’t matter anymore.”
“Jesus, you have some backwards-ass ideas,” I grumble, standing from the chair. I’m too tense talking to her to just sit here. She stiffens, eyes sweeping over me, and I just shake my head. “Relax. I’m not coming back for seconds.”
Her eyes drop again. “Right.”
I’m pacing the room, and she starts working on whatever is so important on her computer. But a million questions burn in my brain, and I’d much rather do this than any of the shit we’re supposed to. “Have you ever even seen a dick before yesterday?”
“Be serious. I was a virgin, not ignorant. Yes, I’ve seen one.”
I raise a brow, holding her gaze when she looks up again. “Touched one?”
“A few times.”
There’s the faintest red across her skin again, and this is quickly becoming fun. “Sucked?”
“Once.”
“Once?” I roll my eyes. How the hell did I end up in bed with her? I’m going to tarnish the shit out of her at this rate. “You’ve let someone play with you before, Doe Eyes?”
She shrugs. “Fingers, not deep like you though.”
“That’s it? You sucked some guy off once and got fingered a few times?” I shake my head. “No wonder you were ready to fuck the virgin out of yourself with my hand.”
Serenity cringes at my words. “Fingers felt less complicated than your dick.”
“You still let me fuck you anyway.”
“Well… yes. You made it feel good.”
There we go, we’re getting somewhere. “Did I? Just because it was your first cock, or because of the barbell?”
Her cheeks flame. “I - I don’t know. Both?”
With a smirk, I move to round her desk. I’m wearing actual pants for once, my fingers teasing at the zipper. “Want another look? Maybe you can decide for yourself.”
Her eyes dart away, hands flexing on the desk. I know she’s having some sort of inner turmoil, her gaze refusing to lift back to mine. I wait a moment, teasing my fingers along the zipper of my pants, and her eyes glance at me and away once more. “Okay.”
I’m getting more joy out of this than I should, and I lean on the desk to work on my zipper. She turns back to watch with rapt attention as the zipper goes down and I undo the button, her eyes doing that wonderful bulging thing when I pull my cock free.
Her gaze zeroes in on the barbell at the top. “Does it ever hurt you?”
“The piercing? No, little one, it doesn’t. It’s meant to make our combined pleasure better.”
She licks her lips before dropping her gaze again. “I think it did its job.”
“You can look, you know. My cock doesn’t bite.”
That gets her head to snap up, and with that one move her mouth is right in line with my dick. She knows it too, suddenly looking up at me through her lashes with a question in her eyes.
I smirk. “You’re welcome to have a taste there, little one. I’ll taste different than you did. And this time there’s no blood.”
She bites her lip, eyeing my cock. The head throbs as she watches, my hand pumping up and down the length once to show her how veiny my cock gets when it’s hard. She watches every move I make before lifting her gaze. “Remember I’m new at this?”
“Doesn’t matter if you’re willing to listen to me. I won’t ruin you all at once.”
It’s hard to tell if she knows I’m joking or not, but there’s a determination in her eyes that’s nice to see. I like the attitude she has towards other things in her life, but sex is the exception I’ve noticed. All that bravado and confidence flies out the window.
She reaches out, tentative fingers curling around my dick, and I clench my jaw to keep from moaning. She’s watching my every move with hooded eyes, and I’d like to not scare her away before she gives it a try.
If she gave up her virginity so suddenly, she at least deserves all the joys that come with being sexually active. And I am more than capable of showing her that if she’s eager.
Serenity runs her hand up and down my cock, stroking me for a moment as I lean against the desk. Her eyes are fixed on the piercing at my tip. “What made you want this?”
I chuckle at the question, moving my hand to knot my fingers in her hair. “I wanted to be able to give someone divine pleasure no matter what.”
“What-”
I push her head down a little over my dick, and the questions cease. Her lips are firmly closed when I bump into them, and I wait a beat to see if she’s already having second thoughts. But when her mouth opens up for me I rock my hips, sliding the tip between her lips.
“Loosen your jaw a little there, Doe Eyes. You want to suck not bite.”
She makes a disgruntled noise with my cock in her mouth but obliges, opening her jaw wider. I take the opportunity to shove deeper and she gasps. The sound is gurgled, and her fingers flex on my cock. I can feel the piercing rubbing against her throat, making my cock twitch at the feel.
Fisting her hair tighter, I stare down at her wide eyes for a moment. “Slap my thigh if you want to stop. But I need to feel your mouth, little one.”
Her gaze softens at the nickname, and I take the opportunity to start jerking my hips into her. She squirms as I start fucking her mouth, the handle I made out of her hair working to keep her in place. Her palms lift to press on my legs, but she doesn’t slap me. She seems desperate to have something to hold.
“There you go. Open wide for me.”
She tries and fails to nod, her throat bobbing as I tease her with the piercing. She feels wonderful around my dick, her mouth just wide enough to keep it feeling tight, and those eyes mist as she looks up at me.
It’s too good; I could get used to seeing her like this.
Serenity struggles to breathe when I pick up my pace, and something that I heard downstairs clicks in my head. It might push things too far for her while she’s still figuring things out, but I’m going to do it anyway.
“Rich told me something funny downstairs,” I tell her, and confusion dances through her eyes and my hips continue to snap against her face. Her whole body rocks, the chair becoming a danger as it slides around on the floor. “The shop owner. He put out a new display recently for sensory deprivation. And guess who he mentioned stopping by?”
Her eyes widen, and it”s enough for the mist to turn to tears. But she isn’t slapping, and if she won’t give me her cue, I’m not stopping. “He said you were so interested in the set, but you tried to play it off. I wonder what would happen if I took your sight?”
She trembles, and I see the sudden desperation in her gaze. Using my free hand I pull at the belt around my hips, working it out of the loops until it’s free. I drop her hair so I can loop the leather around her head, covering her eyes. My hips still rock against her face, but the speed is slowed as I adjust the belt.
“Tap now if you want me to take it off.” Her fingers flex but she doesn’t react, so I pull the belt tight and secure it to her head. “That’s my girl. Now keep sucking my cock.”
She moans around me as I go back to fucking her throat, and I watch how her body shakes at the loss of sight. It’s interesting to watch, and I try to recall a time someone was so affected by the loss of something.
I can’t focus enough to think of anyone. But Serenity likes having things taken from her, and it’s not something I will soon forget.
My balls tighten, and I grip her hair once more. “Swallow for me, little one. When you get every drop I’ll let you breathe again.”
Her body tenses for a moment when I start pounding my cock harder down her throat, her gag kicking in and her body jerking all of a sudden. With the hand that’s free I reach down and pinch her nose closed, and she spasms on my cock.
“Be good and swallow me and I’ll give you back your air.”
Serenity twists and gasps when I cock bursts in her mouth, her senses overloaded as I use her mouth to milk me. She’s flailing, trying to get back her breath as I hold her there.
But the slaps to my thighs never come. She squirms and moans as my balls empty, and I smirk down at her shivering body for a moment, her back arching as she loses more and more air.
“Good girl,” I growl, letting go of her nose. She takes sharp inhales through the nostrils as I ease my cock from her throat, and the moment my head pops free she’s gasping for breath, slumping in the chair.
Grabbing her hand, I kiss her knuckles. “Such a good little one. Let me get you out of that, okay?”
Serenity nods, one hand pressed to her chest as she tries to catch her breath. Getting the belt off her head is easy, and she stares at me with wide eyes when I can see them again.
I study her, setting the belt aside. She doesn’t look traumatized, just overwhelmed. And in that cute dress she’s wearing, she’ll be easy to please.
I push her chair back, watching her head bobble to the side as she studies me. Without bothering to fix my pants I slide down to my knees, watching her hazy eyes fixate on me.
Leaving her be would be the smart idea. She’s oversensitized and what I do next won’t help. But it doesn’t stop me from dragging my tongue up and over her knee, trailing a path up her thigh.
She shivers, hands flying to clench the arms of the chair. “Emeric-”
“Shh, little one. Let Daddy take care of you.”
A gasp catches my attention, and it’s a new nickname for me. There’s not that many years between us, but sometimes it feels like I’m taking care of her. Maybe it’s because she was a virgin, or maybe I just have the urge to. Either way, when I push beneath her skirt and shove aside her panties, I feel like I’m doling out a lesson.
“You’ve only had one of my piercings tonight. Let me show you the other one.”
Serenity whimpers when I lick down her opening, her legs tensing and trembling around me. She’s already worked up, likely from the games I played with her senses while she sucked me. I slide a hand up her thigh, finding her clit with ease, and massage the bundle of nerves.
“E - Emeric!”
I chuckle, letting my breath ghost over her. “Try again.”
She’s quiet for a moment, but her body is still responding to me. “Daddy Emeric.”
That name goes straight to my cock, and I’ll worry about the morals I’m throwing away later. A moan slips through my lips at the words, and I nod beneath her dress. “That’ll do.”
Serenity doesn’t get the chance to respond before I seal my mouth over her and let my tongue slide inside her body. She makes a strangled, keening noise, her thighs threatening to crush me as she whimpers and squirms on my face.
Wrapping one arm around a leg to keep her in place, I use the other to continue to tease her clit. She’s rocking against my head, her movements uneven and field by lust, and half of me wants to slide my hand down and add a finger or two.
Fuck, I’d give her the whole goddamn hand if she’d let me.
She moans, and I pick up the pace rubbing her clit. Flicking my tongue over her, it only takes a few more moments before she starts riding my face, loudly crying out as one hand slams over the back of my head and pushes me closer to her.
So I keep going. I let my hand come down and slide a finger into her trembling body, her whines turning to moans again as she rocks. She chases that first orgasm with a second one, and I flick my piercing over her clit for good measure.
The dress is in my way so I didn’t see her expression when she comes. It gives me an excuse to see her do it again.
After giving her a few moments, I pop up from beneath her skirt, smoothing the fabric back in place. “Good girl, Doe Eyes. I knew you could give me two beautiful orgasms.”
She blushes, her legs coming together when I’m no longer in her space. I stand, wiping my soaked face with a smirk, and fix my pants.
Clearing her throat, she looks at me. “I would be happy to give you my throat again if you’d give me that.”
Fucking hell.“We could work out a deal.”
She nods, and some of the lust slips away when she gets serious and narrows her eyes at me. “And Emeric?”
“Hmm?”
“Don’t expect me to tack on the Daddy if you haven’t earned it. You aren’t my caregiver, and I already have enough Daddy issues. Don’t add to the list.”
My brows shoot up in surprise, wondering if she really meant to say that out loud. “Real Daddy issues or Daddy issues like me?”
She sputters, blushing. “A real one.”
“That’s too bad,” I say slowly, pacing back across the room. “That doesn’t sound like an issue you’ll want me to fix.”
There’s a long pause before she blows out a breath, and whatever she isn’t saying weighs down the room again. She’s carrying around a lot of stress, and I’m slowly learning to hate myself for being this invested in it. “No, I don’t think that would help.”