27 Serenity
Jo: I can’t text you anymore about the club, Ser. I have too much going on right now. You’ve handled things well so far and you’ve both made decisions Vinny and I approve of. But I need some time to figure things out. You saw the news. Things are crazy down here. I’ll message you soon. If it’s an emergency text me, but otherwise do whatever you believe is best for the club.
I told my cousin that her club turned into a madhouse after they dragged Tyson out, and it took six days of messages to get a response. I know she has a lot going on, but it’s the reputation of her business that’s at stake. As far as I know Emeric and the others aren’t getting responses either, and they’ve all but iced us out of what’s happening in Florida.
Kat refuses to come back to the club. I’ve reached out and it’s radio silence. The bid Cayden made is in limbo, and the smashing success of the auction plunged into disaster at the end of the night.
“Tyson, get you ass in here and tell me what the fuck you were thinking.”
I glance across the room towards Emeric’s desk. We turned it two days ago so the space is less divided, and after groaning he hangs up the phone and tosses it towards his clothes.
“No answer?”
“No. He’s refusing to pick up for anyone, even Callie.”
I wince. Tyson likes to play with Anita and Russell sometimes, but Callie is an old friend of his. If he won’t even reach out to her, the auction messed him up bad.
I rub a hand over my chest, the guilt weighing me down. This was my idea and somehow I’ve messed up three people’s lives because of a bad bid. Kat won’t talk to us, Tyson is avoiding us, and Cayden is up my ass asking where she’s hiding.
“Give him a little bit of time. If he did intend to win her, and Cayden outbid him, maybe it’s a pride thing.”
“That was more than pride, Doe Eyes. Remember Emilio’s black eye?”
Cringing, I nod. Emilio is one of the biggest guys in the club, and he can take hits as well as he deals them out. How Tyson managed to clock him hard enough to leave a shiner is beyond me, but I think Milo is still sore about it.
“Well I don’t know what else to do,” I groan, and he pushes back from the desk to watch me. “We’re not finished here yet.”
“Nope.”
“Jo and Vinny might abandon us to this place.”
“We already manage it. It’d be fine.”
“And we quite literally lost a participant in an auction. An auction. If she tells the wrong person and word gets out that sounds really bad, really fast.”
He blows out a breath, gesturing to me. I stubbornly stay in my seat, crossing my arms, and he patiently waits for me to drop the attitude.
“One.”
That’s the dumb new game he’s started since Tuesday, and I’m almost ashamed to admit how much I love it. For every number he counts down, I get a new punishment.
Or a fun-ishment, depending on who you ask.
I stick out my tongue. Despite all the issues with the auction, now that it’s passed the weight is mostly off my shoulders. I’m still tense about Tyson and Kat, but there’s only so much I can do about that.
I don’t care that Cayden won. He shouldn”t have been the highest bidder and everyone knows it.
“Two.”
Smirking, I cross my arms and swivel the chair. He’s trying to be strict with me, something to reign in all my sass and attitude, but it’s not going to work. Emeric is never going to really hurt me.
“Three.”
“You’re so cute when you count for me, Daddy.”
His eyes flash, and I know I’m testing limits again. But it’s fun whirling him up, especially with this new punishment of his. “Four.”
“Is that it? I expected you to grab me by now.”
He stands, circling our desk in a few short strides, and grabs my hair. He pulls and I let out a moan that’s half pleasure and half pain, until he slides me into the wall with the chair. “Five.”
My body tingles. I don’t know what’s going to happen next, but the heat in his gaze makes me feel confident in testing him. I’ve only gotten to three before, and he fucked me hard at the house for that. We’ve had a lot of sex in the office, so I can already envision how he’d want to fuck me.
His fingers twist in my hair, and I whimper when he leans down to speak in my ear. “You’re pushing to be punished tonight.”
“I need to shut my brain off,” I admit. Every night since the auction I overstress and underwork, so I’m getting behind. “Just for a little bit.”
He pulls back with a smirk, letting go of my hair. “Fine then. Let’s head downstairs.”
I frown, watching as he pulls away and heads back to his desk. “What?”
“Downstairs. Let’s go.”
Didn’t he give me a big speech about not wanting to share me just last week? “That doesn’t make sense.”
“It doesn’t have to make sense, little one,” he tells me, crossing his arms as he waits for me to move. “You just have to follow the instructions like a good girl and listen to me.”
Damnit, everytime he puts good or my in front of the word girl, I go weak at the knees. The urge to defy him and argue is strong, but as he stares me down with my favorite green eyes I nod. “Okay, Daddy.”
He grins. I’ve stopped playing games with that one. “I don’t see you walking.”
Hopping up, I give him a sassy look before I head to the stairs. I’m back in a cute dress now that I’ve done all the laundry with red stilettos on my feet. He loves it when I wear them, even if it’s just for sex.
There’s shuffling behind me, and I glance back over my shoulder. “Bad, little one. Eyes forward.”
Huffing, I listen and open the door. He’s being annoyingly obtuse about things right now.
My heels click on the stairs, and I’m grateful Tyson finished the door installations before he lost his mind at the auction. I’m sure someone else here could take over, but he did the job well and we haven’t had any other complaints from people about Chad since.
We’re halfway down the steps when he speaks behind me. “Remind me of your safeword.”
My steps falter. He hasn’t asked that in ages, but I know the answer instantly. “Doe.”
“That’s my girl. Remember to scream it if you want me to stop.”
Before I can ask, something is pulled tight across my face. I gasp when darkness takes over, my hands reaching up to claw at his arms. Even though I know it’s Emeric, I still struggle on instinct.
“There you are, little one. Give me that anger.”
He shoves me against the wall, and the force makes my pussy throb. God, I had no idea being rough could turn me on so much. One hand brackets my wrists, and I hear him drop something before the lightness outside of the eye cover fades, and I’m left with pitch black.
Emeric leans into me, pressing his dick against my butt. “Silk for comfort, weight for control. The eye mask is weighted over the tie.”
Sensory deprivation. He’s taking it a step further.
I moan, rocking gently back into him, and he only laughs. “We aren’t finished yet.”
I struggle as he adjusts me, first fighting me to wear some gloves that make me sweaty before fighting me with something metal.
“This goes in to shut that bratty mouth. Open, little one, and if you don’t struggle I won’t make it as tight.”
I can’t see what he’s doing, but cold metal presses against my lips, making me gasp. The ring slips into my mouth, spreading my lips open, and there’s something pressed down on my tongue so I can fight it.
“Good job,” he coos, and I’m ready to struggle again. “You look so pretty with that mouth gaping open for me. The hole might be a little small though.”
Staring into nothing, I think he’s right. I can’t move my tongue, and without sight I don’t know what to do. Before I come up with an answer, I feel something twisting around my wrists and forcing them in front of me against the wall. As if the denial isn’t enough of a tease.
“You won’t be needing these,” he says, and I wonder what he’s using. It doesn’t cut like the handcuff once did, but it isn’t easy to escape like silk either. Leaning into me, he kisses my cheek. “Now slap the wall if you can’t say doe with that gag in your mouth. But otherwise, this body is all mine, little one.”
All at once, headphones, like last time, cover my ears. This is utterly different than being in the theater. With the soundproof door and insulated walls, I hear absolutely nothing.
Flexing my hands, I realize the gloves cancel out touch. They are soft but with tight elastic bands on my arms to keep them in place. I can’t feel anything through them, and I moan through the ring as I struggle.
I think Emeric laughs, his chest vibrating, before all grows quiet. His weight disappears, and imposter syndrome kicks in when for one failing moment, I worry he’s abandoned me here like a crazed sex kitten.
I gasp, the fat head of his cock pressing to my entrance. Per his suggestion, I didn’t wear any panties tonight and now it’s really paying off. His fingers easily glide over my pussy before shoving two in, my wet body welcoming them.
Rocking back, I try to find something more than fingers. But he only teases for a moment before sliding those two fingers out, and I jump when he smears my wetness across my stomach before returning to tease me.
He does it again, three more agonizing swipes smearing my arousal on different parts of my body without letting me cum. I’m close to trying to beg him to let me burst when his cock moves forward just a little, his dick joining his finger as he slides into me.
I scream at the burn of being stretched this way. His thumb plays over my clit, keeping me right on the edge until he pinches me, and I offer him a sob followed by a scream around the metal in my face.
He pumps his finger hard, his cock taking more of a solo approach, and the anticipation to have what’s next makes me tremble despite the pain. His tongue darts down my neck, making my skin tingle as the AC drifts around us. When he turns his hand to pinch my clit again I cum with a scream.
The finger moves until it pops out of me, that burning pain disappearing as I tremble. I can’t touch or feel much of anything outside what he does to me, and when he’s finally done stretching me beyond what I’ve ever had he snaps his hips forward, sending his cock deep inside me.
I scream, I know I do. His hand on my hip keeps me from toppling down the steps in these heels, the other continuing to dance over my skin as he decides what to do next. When he pulls on my hair I whimper, and he just pulls harder.
My hips slam back to meet his, desperation compelling me to push for more. He’s denying me, just the way I like, but it doesn’t make the torture of depriving my senses any easier.
He pinches my nose and I struggle. He leans in, pinning me further into the wall, and speaks loud enough for me to hear. “Remember, you breathe when I allow. And right now I want to watch you fight for what you need.”
My hands reach back as I struggle, scratching everything I can reach to get him to let up but it feels impossible when I can’t twist my arms far enough. My lungs burn as he continues to fuck me at a merciless pace and I know my cheeks are wet when my face scrapes over the wall and I feel the damp trail I leave behind. I’m panting so hard I can’t catch my breath.
I come with a sudden scream when he slaps my ass, letting go of my nose at the same moment so there’s a rush of air. It makes me gasp and sob, and I’m too goddamn addicted to the way this man makes me feel.
He shoves at one side of the headphones, pushing it against my cheek so I can hear. “Thank me for allowing you to breathe.”
“Thank you, Daddy!”
“Thank me for fucking you against this wall.”
I moan. “Thank you.”
His hips snap forward a few more times, then I feel the hot release inside me. He’s panting, his lips caressing my ear when he leans in. “Tell me you love me.”
I startle, peering towards him in the dark. We don’t say that. We never have.
“I know you equate hate to love for us, but I just want to love you, Serenity Zimmerman. All the problems aside, you’re the only one I will ever want to spend my time with.”
The blindfold and tie pull away as he keeps milking his cock inside me, and I shake when I see the lights above us. I’ve still got one ear covered, and my hands are useless.
He hits that perfect spot inside me, even with his cock fighting to harden again, and grunts in my ear. “Cum on my cock, little one. You didn’t think I would take and not give, did you?”
Moaning, I bounce my hips against his for a few strokes before the orgasm hits. Since fucking Emeric is a regular thing now I’ve learned that getting off isn’t as hard as it used to be. My body knows it’s loved and safe even when he uses me.
I shudder, and he holds me in place with his dick buried inside me until the waves of pleasure begin to subside. When he’s satisfied, he gently removes the other side of the headphones and works the tie on my wrist off.
Sighing, I sink into the wall. His arm wraps around me, catching me, and that sense of safe washes over me again.
As the lust slowly bleeds out of me like Emeric’s softening cock, I manage to catch his gaze and smile. “I love you. I’ve loved you since you showed me what it’s like to own your pleasure.”
He grins, pulling the gloves off last. “And I love you, Serenity, for seeing the slices of good between my bad. You’re the girl I desire, forever. And if it takes forever for you to want me just as badly as I want you, I’ll wait for that too.”