21 Serenity
Emeric takes Vienna to a friend”s house when I ask and I hold his hand on the drive across town. His knuckles are bleeding, and guilt rushes through me knowing he beat up my Dad.
I cave, texting him, and Emeric looks ready to throw my phone out on the highway. But the caring half of me needs to know he’s okay. And the other half of me needs him to understand I am not going back to that house.
Not for him, the Daniels, or anyone else. The only one I’m really worried about is Vienna, who was wasted when we dropped her off with friends. They all seemed to be about the same, and the three girls stumbled back into the house laughing. At least she has people to rely on.
I’m beginning to learn what that’s like. It’s a feeling I’ve missed for a long time.
I’m fiddling with my fingers, distracting myself from the guilt that wants to win, when I finally glance out the windows again. I’ve been lost in my head, but looking around there’s something obviously wrong. “This isn’t the road to your house.”
“It leads to Jo and Vinny’s.” He cuts me a glance. “Haven’t you been there before?”
I stiffen, one hand moving to rest over his on my knee again. “No. I was always at the club learning what they wanted. Or the hospital. Then I went home. I didn’t use my free time to come see their place.”
He doesn’t comment, and I can’t help wondering what he thinks. “They said it”s yours until they return.”
“Do you think they will?” I ask quietly. “They don’t seem in any rush.”
“Vinny told me probably the end of summer.”
I snort. “Jo told me sometime in the fall last time we spoke.”
Silence envelopes us. They can’t even agree on when they want to return.
“It’ll be weird to stay at my cousin”s place when she isn’t home,” I tell him, watching the place come into view. It’s beautiful, built into the side of a sloping hill with a deck that I can make out in the moonlight. This is the kind of place I wanted to live in when Jo said I should come to Colorado, not the expensive suburban place that Dad prefers in the middle of town.
Emeric shrugs. “They gave me a key to check on it every once in a while. There’s an extra one inside, and I’m assuming it was supposed to be yours whenever you decided to come here.”
My fingers tighten on the bag in my lap. I didn’t even know it was there. Did Jo just assume I’d find my way here at one point?
He pulls up to a large double garage, parking outside and moving to grab my things. I pop out of the car, tossing the smallest suitcase off my lap into the backseat. “Leave it. Just in case.”
He doesn’t question me and we head to the door. It opens with ease, and Emeric flicks on the lights without fumbling for a switch.
The interior is actually quite lovely, and it’s strange to see Jo’s decorating in a space that isn’t built for sex. The room is homey, with lots of wooden decorations, and I peer around at the decor -
My steps falter. What I thought were gigantic, hand crafted spoons are wooden paddles with something carved into them. When Emeric notices what I’m looking at he bursts out laughing. “They’ve never had shame, Doe Eyes. Don’t act like you’re surprised.”
But I am. I never visited before they left and when she lived in Florida, Jo never invited me. It’s a whole new world to see how they live and another shock to my system. This weekend is turning my life on its head, and it’s dizzying to consider how different things suddenly are.
It only takes a moment for your whole life to change. I can now attest to that.
Following Emeric, he turns on lights in the kitchen as shoves a stack of mail off the bartop and onto the counter. I glance at the mail and cringe. Citrus Grove Penitentiary.
My nosiness kicks in, and I fan through the stack. There’s got to be at least a dozen envelopes here, all left unopened. Glancing up, I find Emeric watching me.
I hesitate, wondering if there’s anything I can ask tonight that really crosses the line. “Are these from… him?”
He raises an eyebrow. “Do you mean Alastair?”
“I never really knew his name. Jo didn’t tell me outright. I just put the pieces together.”
Emeric hesitates, and I think he’s going to let the topic drop for a moment. “Alastair is my foster brother.”
I drop the mail, staring at him with wide eyes. “How-”
He holds out a hand, his elbows slowly sliding across the bar until he can prop his head in his hands. I wait for him to tell me to drop it, to let things go for tonight, but we’re in too deep and Emeric never talks about himself.
“I was a foster kid,” he says simply. “It’s part of the reason I get along with Callie so well. We were both kids fighting the same fight, we just didn’t know each other back then.”
“And how do you know Alastair?”
He cuts me a grin. “Patience, little one. I lived in Florida for most of my life, near CGP. I met Jo and Vinny down there in middle school. We were friends for years, and Alastair came to live with my foster family when we were sophomores in high school.”
I lean forward, eating up the story. It’s not like Jo’s ever sat down and talked to me about Alastair. The fact that she even mentioned Florida when we spoke was a miracle.
“You know why Alastair is doing time at the penitentiary,” Emeric stresses, and I wince before nodding. That is a detail I’m familiar with. “Well, as we grew up, our foster parents got suspicious. Alastair had some interesting hobbies. When he was seventeen they declared him too dangerous to stay with the family and he was sent back into state custody. I stayed with the parents, but they wanted us to be as far away from what was happening in Citrus Grove as we could. So they booked us a flight to Seattle and bought a house sight unseen. I didn’t see Jo and Vinny again for a couple years until I went to Denver for work, and they moved out here when they realized where I lived.”
I blink. There’s a lot of information there I’ve never heard before. It’s not like Dad ever told me what was going on with Jo. She’s the same age as Emeric, and I think Vinny is too. Maybe he’s a year older. But I was fifteen when things went south, and barely sixteen when everything happened. It’s not like anyone wanted to confide in me back then.
“I know you think your cousin chose to open a club out here to test her kinks, but that isn’t the whole story,” Emeric explains. “You’ll never meet Alastair, not where he’s going, but Jo and Vinny will be back soon enough. She opened the club to have a place to feel safe, and to give people an experience that wouldn’t end in death.”
“But the club is in Vinny’s name. She didn’t sign the paperwork.”
Emeric gives me a hard look. “Surwright is still connected to Citrus Grove. People look up weird shit all the time. Someone could’ve dug around, found Jo again, and started a lot of problems. Less people care about Vinny’s name, so it’s listed to him. But they are co-owners.”
I glance down at the mail again. Citrus Grove Penitentiary. I’m sure my cousin will never go into the details, but I would love to know what really happened down there. “So, Alastair-”
“I don’t really like talking about him,” Emeric says tightly, narrowing his eyes. “It’s a touchy subject, and it’s worse since they went back. Just know he’s not a good person.”
For a moment, Emeric spoke with compassion about Alastair. But it’s gone now, and I can’t help thinking he harbors some regrets for this foster brother of his.
Looking around, I try to change the topic. He helped me with my father tonight, and with Chad multiple times. The least I can do is change subjects when he clearly doesn’t want to talk. “Maybe you could hang out here with me for a bit. They have an awesome house. We could be nosy and explore.”
The corner of his lips tilts up, the mood in the room easing up a little bit. “We could do that if you want. Jo did say the house is here for you to use.” He wiggles his eyebrows, and I simply lift one in response. “They have this killer jacuzzi. Want to give that a go?”
~~~
We don’t have bathing suits, but it”s damn late and I don’t see any neighbors anywhere nearby. I know next to nothing about how a hot tub works, and I stand back as he gets everything prepped.
He really does look good out here, like a dark Daddy ready to tempt me to sin again.
I shake my head, surprise shooting through me. Where did that come from? I never really think like that.
Yet I desperately want to. The thought stays in my head, reminding me that he called himself Daddy in front of my father, and my mortification returns. I don’t know how I will ever look my father in the face again.
I don’t want us to stop talking. I just want him to understand where the lines have to be drawn.
“Okay, little one, the jacuzzi is all ready,” Emeric tells me, and I glance up to see a mischievous smile painting his lips. “Too bad you didn’t bring a suit.”
I raise a brow, feeling oddly bold. The last forty-eight hours have been an emotional train wreck, and I want to do something that’s motivated only by me.
Even the sex we had at the club was fueled by rage and need. Not just need for me, but a need to claim and feel each other. I just want to do something to feel alive.
Titling my chin up, I strip out of the outfit I’ve worn for days. I feel kind of grimy after putting on the same shirt and skirt for two days, and the lack of underwear going commando really messed with my head at times, but I didn’t have any spares. Anita showed up on a whim and it isn’t like I can just ask to borrow something when there’s no similarity in our sizes.
Taking off the layers is like shedding a skin I didn’t know I needed to lose, but the weight of this weekend rests heavily on my shoulders. I thought things would be different when I lost my virginity, like some sort of life altering moment, but all the changes came later when people judged me. I don’t let myself think about who.
When I’m bare and Emeric’s heated gaze is devouring me, I pad over to the hottub and test the waters. It’s definitely on the hot side, but I’m sure after I adjust to the temperature it’s going to feel amazing.
He offers me a hand, and I step up the short wooden stairs before dipping my toes in. I hiss, but the heat immediately starts to soothe, and my shoulders drop as I step further into the water.
A few moments later, when I’m submerged to my chest and sitting on the bench, Emeric joins me. He steps into the water, predatory eyes watching me as he approaches, and I stop him with two hands on his chest before he sits.
Pursing my lips, I glance up at his eyes. “Let me see you.”
He smirks, and it doesn’t surprise me that this man knows he’s delicious to look at. Powerful thighs, the dick that keeps destroying me, and those abs that I’d like to lick. He flashes me his tongue as he drags it across his lips, letting me see that studded piercing again.
My legs clench together. Right now I need to shut off my brain, and Emeric’s the best person for the job. I splay my hand low on his torso, watching as his eyes follow my movements.
There’s just one thing that’s bothering me at the moment. Everything else can wait, but I’ve got to point this out. “You can’t call yourself Daddy in front of my father.”
He chuckles, and I doubt there’s an ounce of shame in his head. “Don’t pretend he’s a good parental figure, little one. You need someone with a firm hand that doesn’t try to manipulate your head.”
Sliding my hand lower, I brush the head of his cock with my palm. He twitches at the movement, and I drop my eyes to study him. Usually with Emeric we’re in a rush, but right now I want to savor watching him when I’m not having an internal battle.
I run my thumb over his head, enjoying the way he rocks against my hand. He’s long with a bit of a curve, the bulbous head swelling the more I tease him. There’s a bead of precum at his tip as I move, and delicately I lean over and swipe my tongue over it. He moans, one hand moving to rest on the edge of the hot tub behind me.
Pride swells inside me that I can get a response from him. Even after this shitty night and horrific weekend, he still responds to me.
Leaning closer, I slide the head of his dick between my lips. He hisses and I feel his hand fisting my loose hair, the ends already soaked from the water. “That’s my girl.”
Emeric calls me a lot of things, but hearing him call me his anything might be my favorite. And his girl makes my thighs clench together again. Wrapping my hand firmly around his cock, I slide him further into my mouth and begin to bob my head.
He grunts, green eyes practically glowing as he watches me in the night. With the porch lights on and the stars above, Emeric could be an artist”s masterpiece against the dark sky. His hand in my hair urges me to go deeper, and for each thrust it gets a bit harder to look up at him.
When I start gagging after the fifth stroke, his hand leaves my hair to grab my chin, keeping my head at the angle it’s at. “Relax your throat. Let me fuck your mouth.”
I moan, my legs falling open in the water. I’m not sure I can last through much of a throat fuck, but I’ll try anything in this moment. His eyes glint as he rocks deeper into my throat, making me gag. I can feel my eyes water each time he goes deeper, but there’s a hooded look to his eyes that tells me he doesn’t want to take it easy.
“Flatten your tongue,” he grunts, and I do as he says. “There’s my girl.”
I moan, and when I’m momentarily distracted by the feel he pushes deep and starts fucking into me hard, my body arching as his cock slides down my throat.
It’s the hand on the back of my head that keeps me in place, my hands scrambling on his thighs. My palms come up to slap his thighs in surprise, and he looks down but doesn’t stop.
“Do it again, little one, and I’ll ease up if you can’t handle it.”
Is that a challenge? I narrow my eyes, feeling the surprise tears trip from the corners as he continues pumping into me. I wouldn’t be able to handle this if he wanted to go until he cums, but I’m not one to quit.
“Then take what I give you.”
He shoves deep again, and I’m learning to follow his suggestions. Flattening my tongue and hollowing my cheeks helps, and the hot water splashing as he moves keeps my senses buzzing.
“Let’s test out that sensory thing, shall me?”
Every time I think he’s going to forget about that, he surprises me. I didn’t know I had such a thing for being deprived, but each time he’s tried -
I jerk against him when he pinches my nose, the hand in my hair never moving. I release the seal of my lips around his dick, but it’s still hard to breathe.
“If you think smell is the only thing I’d take from you, you’re mistaken. You’ll breathe when I allow it tonight, little one. Keep sucking me.”
My eyes roll even as my lungs rebel, and I can’t figure out when I became such a glutton for punishment. He continues to fuck my face for what feels like a lifetime as I gasp for breath, but in reality it’s likely only been a handful of seconds.
When he releases my nose I gasp, and a moment later he frees the back of my head and slides his dick free. I cough, pressing a hand to my chest as I try to recover.
My head is doing that fuzzy thing I like when I’m overwhelmed. It leaves me in a dazed, contented state, and all I can imagine is what Emeric’s going to do next.
His eyes flash as he watches me, grasping my arm to tug me off the seat. “The dazed feeling? That’s subspace. It’s a place you go in your mind that lets you experience pure pleasure without the inhibitions of embarrassment or worry. I’m going to keep you there.”
“Please,” I say, but it sounds more like a whimper. He nods, the edges of his lips tilting up, before he spins us so I’m in the middle of the hot tub.
“Lay back,” he instructs, and for a moment I think I’ve heard him wrong. But he just smirks, nodding his head. “Go on. We’re going to submerge you.”
My eyes widen, suddenly fearful. “I don’t want to-”
“Drown?” he interrupts with a raised brow. “That’s not the point. Lie back. I’m going to turn on the bubbles. It’s another form of sensory denial.”
I only hesitate for a moment before I see him grabbing the remote, and I give in. He hasn’t led me astray yet.
Emeric guides me to float on my back, pressing on my forehead until my ears are submerged. I’ve floated in plenty of pools and never felt like I’m denying myself anything, so I’m not sure where this is going.
He leans away for a moment, and when he bends over me again there’s a hand towel in his grip. He soaks the sides before placing it over my eyes. “Still with me.”
“Yeah. You’re a little hard to hear underwater but nothing big.”
I think he chuckles, but I refuse to remove the towel once he’s placed it. “That’ll change.”
There’s a rushing noise, and when a bit of water hits the side of my face and starts massaging me, it takes a moment to realize he turned on the jacuzzi and bubbles are hitting me. I stay afloat, noticing that it’s turning everything around me to white noise, and the suspended feeling settles over me.
Emeric’s hands slide up my legs, startling me when he roughly parts my thighs, and the pad of his thumb massages over my clit. I buck against his hand, further upsetting the water, and if he says something I can’t hear him over the noise.
His opposite hand finds first one then the other wrist, pressing them to my torso and keeping me in place. I rock against his hand, wondering if this is the game we’ll play, when the head of his dick nudges me.
There’s no warning. One moment he’s adjusting us, the next he’s filling me with a powerful and rough stroke that makes my body shudder in the water. I try to throw my arms out in response, my back arching, but he keeps my hands firmly locked in his.
I can’t see his eyes, but I imagine they are full of desire.
His hips snap into mine and I cry out, my voice the easiest thing to pick up past the water. When he fucks me, the water splashes across my face, keeping me hypersensitive of what’s happening to my face versus the feel of his dick filling my pussy with every thrust.
“There’s a good girl,” he growls, and I think he’s speaking louder so I can hear. “So wet for Daddy’s cock. You’re my favorite toy to use.”
I cry out, fidgeting in the water, but he’s wrapping one leg around him and the other is shaking as he fucks deep inside me. He’s pressing my thigh open, making it feel like he’s deeper than ever, and even when the water splashes against my cheek and mouth I can’t make myself care.
“Say it,” he growls, his hands flexing on my wrists. The water doesn’t burn my cut like I thought it might, and he’s not digging his hand into the marks at my wrist either. There’s just enough volume to his voice I can hear his gargled voice past the water. “Tell me you’re such a good little fucktoy.”
I scream, rocking against him. “I’m a good little fucktoy!”
His hand releases my thigh, and a moment later a slap hits the sensitive skin here and makes me flail. “Try again, little one.”
The pieces click in place in my head as more water slaps against me. “Your toy! Your toy Daddy. I’m Daddy’s little fucktoy.”
I don’t know when this became something I like, but I can feel how wet I am as his cock easily fucks me, my body eagerly taking anything he offers.
I always knew I had a kink for dominant men, but I didn’ know a Daddy dom was on my radar. Much less that one could make me cum with a fierce slap to my clit.
“Daddy Emeric,” I scream, arching in the water until my face submerges beneath. The towel floats up, and then his hand is on my face pushing it back and I convulse, his cock sliding deeper and deeper inside me.
I’m losing my breath quickly, but he only keeps me under for a moment. His palm holds my face before pulling me up, ripping off the towel, and watching me gasp for air.
My body fights his dick, gasping for air and coughing up the water. There’s a dark smirk on his face like he enjoys watching my suffering, even just a little bit. “I told you, little one. You breathe when I allow it. And you cum when I please.”
He finally releases my wrists, and I immediately scramble for a handhold in the water. The jacuzzi is just wide enough and we’re in the middle so I can’t touch the edges to grab anything with my legs floating in the water. I moan, the little waves around me splashing across my face, and even as I try to catch my breath I can’t stop moaning for more.
He’s too good at this. I cry out when he slaps my clit again, making me twitch against his bare cock.
“I want to fill up my girl”s pussy,” he growls, sliding his hand from my clit to my throat. He holds me aloft in the water, my vision blurred through the splashes as he stares down at me. “I want you dripping cum when I pull out of you.”
There’s no question in my mind. I threw caution to the wind long ago with him. “Please, give me all you have. I want your cum, Daddy Emeric.”
My dirty talk experience is nonexistent, but it doesn’t seem to matter when I’m so lost in the moment that the words tumble from my lips unbidden.
His eyes flash again, and I can’t believe how turned on I am from a nickname. One hand comes up to squeeze over his at my throat, the other moving to my clit. When he sees my intentions he grabs my wrist, continuing to fuck deep inside me as he traces the path of my thumb as I tease myself.
“Such a good girl. Cum when I do, little one.”
My eyes roll when he shoves deeper, harder, faster, making me twitch and gasp around the water. A moment later he shoves as deep as he can, his hips shaking as he buries himself to the hilt.
I cry out, the sound more of a sob than anything, and shake against him as he forces the last orgasm from me. His fingers are more insistent than mine, and he continues to massage my clit long after my orgasm sweeps through me.
He stays inside me longer than normal. His dick is so deep I know I’ll feel the reminder of him later.
Emeric moans, watching me with those bright eyes, and wraps his arm around me. The other slides to my back, and I’m in too much of a daze to question what he’s doing until he lifts me from the water and sets me on the edge of the hot tub.
Instantly, my skin pricks with awareness. It’s cool above water, and without it splashing along my chest and stomach I’m freezing. Turning my gaze down, I watch as Emeric slides back until his dick slips out of me just above the water, his hard shaft softening in the open air.
He looks up at me, and I know he isn’t finished. “Push it out.”
“What?” I ask, dazed but surprised. I don’t even know what he means.
“Push. Clench your walls like you’re flexing. You’re so full, little one. I want to see my seed drip back out of you.”
My eyes flutter. I cannot handle another fucking right now if he’s still that turned on, but I do as he requests and clench my muscles, fighting to catch my breath. A moment later I feel it, a weird sensation as something drips slowly out of me.
He grabs my neck, forcing me to look down. The cum is a very pale white, nearly clear, but I can see where I’m making a mess as the spot grows shiny. My legs shake, and I don’t know why I think this is so damn hot.
“Such a good girl,” he growls, swiping a finger over my pussy. I tremble at his touch, and his hand comes away shiny. “Open.”
My eyes widen, but I respond automatically, wanting to make him happy. His eyes watch me as he paints my lips with our mess, before reaching down again and swiping his finger over my tongue. We’re a salty sweet mix I don’t expect, and I’m just beginning to adjust to the sensation when he leans forward and kisses me.
His tongue plays over mine, the piercing making me moan when he surges into my mouth. My hands scramble against him, overwhelmed by the knowledge of what I enjoy.
“We taste good together,” Emeric mutters, speaking against my lips. “Now come on, little one. I’m not finished with you tonight.”