No sooner are the words out of his mouth than I explode, coming with a scream. He sucks and licks me through the orgasm, groaning as I come undone. I feel like I have just had some sort of bizarre out of body experience and as I collapse onto the bed, I land in a suspiciously wet patch.
I look down, eyes widening in panic, before locking eyes with Luke.
“You squirted,” he says, by way of an explanation as I look down at the mattress in shock.
“What the fuck?” I whisper, breaking the scene for a moment.
“It was seriously fucking hot,” he whispers back with a grin before he delivers a sharp slap to my arse that goes straight to my clit. He shifts us over a bit and kisses down my spine as I regain my ability to breathe.
“Hips back up,” he says, his commanding tone returning. As I lift them, I hear the sound of him tearing open a condom wrapper. Then his beautiful cock is notched at my entrance and within seconds, he’s sliding home.
“You’re soaked,” he says, stroking my back before gathering my hair into his fist. He starts a gentle rhythm as I adjust to his size, then pulls my hair back tightly. My pussy is still pulsing in the wake of my orgasm and we both moan as he bottoms out. I feel so unbelievablyfull.
“Look at you, taking me so well,” he purrs, panting slightly as he sets a more intense rhythm. I’m suspended between pleasure and pain as he pulls my hair and ploughs into me. It’s exquisite and I can feel another orgasm building as he drags his cock against some magic spot deep inside me.
Luke clearly senses it as well, and he reaches around to rub circles on my clit. The sensation is too much and I feel like my brain is about to short-circuit. I have no idea if I’m allowed to come yet but I’m losing the ability to think or breathe or do anything other than teeter on the edge of oblivion.
“Come for me Emmy. Come with me, now.” It’s an order that my body is only too happy to obey and I really do scream through it as my body shakes and shudders.
Luke’s pace falters and then he groans as he finds his release too. We collapse onto the bed, both of us sweaty and panting, lost to the sensations of everything we just shared.
“You did so well, sweetheart,” he says softly, rolling off me and pulling me into his body so that we’re lying, sticky and sweaty, in each other’s arms. “What did you think?”
“I’m sorry, my brain stopped working 30 minutes ago. You’re going to have to give me a beat,” I reply, closing my eyes.
“Do you want to shower?”
“Yes. But in a minute.”
I feel Luke extract himself from our tangled limbs. I swear I’ve only rested my eyes for a moment before I’m being scooped up into his arms and carried into the bathroom. He lowers me into a hot bath and I groan as I relax into the water. The bath is easily the size of a hot tub and my happiness all but triples as he climbs in behind me and props me up against his firm body.
He reaches for the shampoo and starts gently massaging my scalp. If he keeps this up, I might accidentally fall in love with him. Which would beextremelyinconvenient.
CHAPTER 27
Luke
I tellmyself this is just aftercare. That I’m only holding Emmy because it’s part of the script. But I know it’s a lie; I’ll do anything to keep her in my arms. It just feels so fundamentally right that she’s here, all boneless and relaxed and trusting.
The scene wasn’t long or complicated – ideal for a first time – but the way Emmy relaxed into it and let me lead her could become a very dangerous addiction indeed. She’s got a beautiful submissive side and the fact that she can place her trust in me so easily has cracked the firm casing of ice I’ve kept around my heart since Lucy and I broke up and everything went sideways.
I’d forgotten how terrifying it is to fall for someone. And I know that I’ve already fallen hard for Emmy Warner. Not that she can ever know.
As we lie there, her head leaning against my chest, I feel a pang of something I don’t want to name. She’s not mine to keep. That wasn’t our deal. She has a chance for a fresh start in the wake of her divorce and I cannot be the thing that stands in the way of her finding herself and her happiness. She cannot be dragged into something with me when she’s barely stopped bleeding over Colin’s betrayal.
I’ll simply have to make the most of my time with her while we work through her list and then let her go when it’s time. But for now? She’smine.
Emmy sighs and snuggles into me, pulling me out of my thoughts and back to the present moment.
“This is nice,” she murmurs, trailing her fingertips through the water.
“Aftercare is a key part of any power exchange,” I explain, keeping my voice neutral and informative, as if I’m explaining how a fuse works. “It’s especially important after something intense. It’s not just about comfort, it’s about trust. And feeling valued and safe. And sometimes, it’s about tending to bruises or marks that have come as a result of a scene.”
She shivers against me but doesn’t ask for more details. I’ll let her curiosity brew for now.
“I think I’d like you to tie me up next time,” she whispers, sitting up in the bath and twisting to face me. The expression on her face is that intoxicating mix of shy and bold. She’s learning how to ask for what she wants but she’s still a little unsure of herself. I have to hold in my groan.
“We can do that,” I say, with a lightness I do not feel.
