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Either that or the battery had run out and when she was through with Luke Roark, he’d wish it was the latter.
“Baby,” he said, walking into the bedroom. She heard him set several shopping bags on the floor.
“You fucking bastard! How dare you leave me here like this with that thing vibrating inside me making me fucking nuts all this time!”
She’d managed to slip the blindfold off just a little so she could see out of her left eye. The sheets were a crumpled mess beneath her and her body absolutely throbbed.
“Tsk tsk,” he said. “That language.” He walked closer to her. “But I’m here now, baby, and I’m going to make everything better.”
With that, he knelt on the bed between her bound legs and, without further ado, closed his mouth over her pussy.
She groaned instantly and lifted her hips to him as he sucked and licked. She writhed beneath his mouth and called out his name, her orgasm taking no time at all while he devoured her pussy. She convulsed against his face and came in a violent torrent of heat that left her so exhausted at its end that she simply closed her eyes, whispered, “I love you,” and fell fast asleep.
* * *
When she awoke, the sun was making its way down into the horizon and a soft light brightened the space around her. She was unbound and tucked neatly beneath the thick comforter, wearing a thin and very pretty nightgown. The plug was gone and she blushed as she thought of him having removed it while she’d slept.
Then the memory of those few moments before she’d fallen asleep rushed her. “Oh god, no,” she said, covering her face with her hands. No no no…
* * *
“Good morning,” Luke said, checking his watch. “Or should I say good evening.”
“Hi,” Emma answered quietly, walking into the living where Luke sat with a cup of coffee and a book. She wasn’t sure how to act, whether or not to bring it up while at the same time afraid that he would. Christ, why had she said that? Could she be any more stupid?
“Would you like something to drink or eat?”
“Coffee would be great,” she said, sitting on the edge of the sofa. She wore a pair of jeans and a sweater she’d found in one of the shopping bags. Everything was a perfect fit, right down to the sexy panties and bras he’d purchased for her.
“Clothes are all right?” he asked as he stood.
She nodded. Was he acting weird or was it her? “Thanks,” she said.
“You’re welcome. I’ll be right back with your coffee.”
She looked over at the book he was reading; it was The Elegance of the Hedgehog . She picked it up, noting how worn it was. She’d read her copy several times and was curious about the pieces he’d highlighted, but she put it down when he returned with the coffee.
“Here you are,” he said.
“Thank you.” She sipped the steaming liquid, flinching when it burned its way down her throat.
“You’ve read it?” he asked, resuming his seat on the couch. Were things just going to be weird between them now?
“More than once,” she said. “I love it, it’s so…honest.”
He nodded, smiling.
“Luke…” she began, but he cut her off.
“I made a reservation at Basil for dinner tonight, I hope you like Italian.”
“I love it,” she said. Maybe he hadn’t heard her after all. Or maybe he really didn’t want to talk about it. Either way, she decided she wouldn’t be the one to bring it up.
* * *
Luke opened the door and waited for Emma to enter the restaurant ahead of him. She looked stunning in the emerald green dress he’d bought her. It was an above-the-knee length boat-neck dress with long split sleeves and sequined cuffs. She wore taupe pumps and subtle fishnet thigh-high stockings beneath with—his favorite part—a quarter-cup bra. She’d only looked at him when she’d taken it out of the box, but he’d explained she might be more comfortable given the tender state of her breasts after that morning’s rough treatment.
“Baby,” he said, walking into the bedroom. She heard him set several shopping bags on the floor.
“You fucking bastard! How dare you leave me here like this with that thing vibrating inside me making me fucking nuts all this time!”
She’d managed to slip the blindfold off just a little so she could see out of her left eye. The sheets were a crumpled mess beneath her and her body absolutely throbbed.
“Tsk tsk,” he said. “That language.” He walked closer to her. “But I’m here now, baby, and I’m going to make everything better.”
With that, he knelt on the bed between her bound legs and, without further ado, closed his mouth over her pussy.
She groaned instantly and lifted her hips to him as he sucked and licked. She writhed beneath his mouth and called out his name, her orgasm taking no time at all while he devoured her pussy. She convulsed against his face and came in a violent torrent of heat that left her so exhausted at its end that she simply closed her eyes, whispered, “I love you,” and fell fast asleep.
* * *
When she awoke, the sun was making its way down into the horizon and a soft light brightened the space around her. She was unbound and tucked neatly beneath the thick comforter, wearing a thin and very pretty nightgown. The plug was gone and she blushed as she thought of him having removed it while she’d slept.
Then the memory of those few moments before she’d fallen asleep rushed her. “Oh god, no,” she said, covering her face with her hands. No no no…
* * *
“Good morning,” Luke said, checking his watch. “Or should I say good evening.”
“Hi,” Emma answered quietly, walking into the living where Luke sat with a cup of coffee and a book. She wasn’t sure how to act, whether or not to bring it up while at the same time afraid that he would. Christ, why had she said that? Could she be any more stupid?
“Would you like something to drink or eat?”
“Coffee would be great,” she said, sitting on the edge of the sofa. She wore a pair of jeans and a sweater she’d found in one of the shopping bags. Everything was a perfect fit, right down to the sexy panties and bras he’d purchased for her.
“Clothes are all right?” he asked as he stood.
She nodded. Was he acting weird or was it her? “Thanks,” she said.
“You’re welcome. I’ll be right back with your coffee.”
She looked over at the book he was reading; it was The Elegance of the Hedgehog . She picked it up, noting how worn it was. She’d read her copy several times and was curious about the pieces he’d highlighted, but she put it down when he returned with the coffee.
“Here you are,” he said.
“Thank you.” She sipped the steaming liquid, flinching when it burned its way down her throat.
“You’ve read it?” he asked, resuming his seat on the couch. Were things just going to be weird between them now?
“More than once,” she said. “I love it, it’s so…honest.”
He nodded, smiling.
“Luke…” she began, but he cut her off.
“I made a reservation at Basil for dinner tonight, I hope you like Italian.”
“I love it,” she said. Maybe he hadn’t heard her after all. Or maybe he really didn’t want to talk about it. Either way, she decided she wouldn’t be the one to bring it up.
* * *
Luke opened the door and waited for Emma to enter the restaurant ahead of him. She looked stunning in the emerald green dress he’d bought her. It was an above-the-knee length boat-neck dress with long split sleeves and sequined cuffs. She wore taupe pumps and subtle fishnet thigh-high stockings beneath with—his favorite part—a quarter-cup bra. She’d only looked at him when she’d taken it out of the box, but he’d explained she might be more comfortable given the tender state of her breasts after that morning’s rough treatment.
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