“Fuck, Emma, I can’t ... I can’t...” I was trying to warn her that I was going to cum, that I couldn’t take much more but it was so good, so nice...
“Do you really want more?” she pressed.
I had no idea what more would entail, I was sure she had all her fingers deep inside me now, but to hell with rational thought, more sounded God damn perfect.
“Yes!” I threw my head back with the exclamation, my body arching over the table as I thrust my lower body into her, forcing her further inside.
She cursed, her surprise and pleasure at the extremity of my abandoned state, ringing through on the sound. “Hold your legs apart.”
I did as I was told, my body pining for her as she slipped her fingers from within me.
“Good girl,” she said, reaching around the table behind me. “Now close your eyes.”
I didn’t even think to question her, every bit of me desperate for the release I knew was coming.
I sensed her return, her fingers spreading the folds of my pussy apart, and then I felt the cold edge of something hard press against my opening. Before I had chance to understand what she was about, she thrust the object inside me and I cried out with a pleasure so intense that it bordered on painful.
“Go with it, baby,” she urged, moving the foreign object within me as my cunt clenched wildly about it, my body reveling in the delicious spasms it provoked.
Keen to identify what it was, I opened my eyes and looked down in lustful awe. Her hand held the bulbous end of a cylindrical candleholder from the table; the remaining inches were buried deep within me. I watched with fascination as she pulled it back, slick with my juices, its intricate pattern sending ripples of pleasure through me and then she plunged it into me once more, her other hand returning to rub at my clit.
“Fuck!” I cried, my head dropping back as I surrendered to the mind-blowing sensation.
My body quickly became accustomed to the size of the object and I couldn’t get enough. I thrust against it as I tried to delve it deeper and deeper within me. Loving how it filled me so completely, how the cold metal had my nerve endings alight deep within while her rhythm over my clit became fierce.
My climax was so ferocious that Emma had to hold the candleholder fast inside me as I came, its presence intensifying every spasm of pleasure as I clenched around it.
It was a while before the tremors subsided, but as I came to, Emma slowly withdrew the candleholder and pulled my yielding body into her arms, crushing her lips to mine.
Eventually I tore my mouth from hers, desperate to pose the question: “Does this mean you’re going to giveusa go?”
She laughed. “I would think so.”
“Thank God for that,” I said, awash with relief as my mind turned to the future and what we had to do next to make it happen. “So we just need to come up with a plan then?”
She studied me intently for a moment and then gave me all the hope I needed: “I think I already have...”
Chapter Thirteen
It was Friday and Emma’s plan was well underway.
When she’d first explained her idea, I’d taken some convincing. Not because it wasn’t a good plan, it was actually quite brilliant, but more because it scared the bejesus out of me. It was also morally wrong on so many levels.
She proposed that we blackmail James into helping. I had no real qualms about doing that since he was an immoral ass at the best of times. Plus, he was Dad’s lawyer and would have access to everything we needed. However, the plan revolved around sex — no huge surprise there since we were talking about James — but still, sex with the sleaze-bag himself was a hard thing to stomach. That being said, it had to be worth it. If all went as planned, he would have no choice but to do everything we asked. It would see us well and truly free of my stepfather at last.
And if it didn’t work out ... well, I didn’t really want to contemplate that...
Dad was currently away on business and James, having received a suggestive invitation from Emma, was coming for drinks. Apparently, he’d been surprised at the invite, but as Emma had predicted, he was more than happy to accept. He had also been keen to keep the rendezvous to himself; both his wife and my stepfather were to be kept in the dark. It couldn’t be more perfect.
He was due to arrive in thirty minutes and my tummy was churning with nerves. My role was crucial but my confidence rock bottom.
“You okay?” Emma eyed me over the cold metal clamp she was working at my wrist.
“Not really,” I said truthfully. “What if he balks when he sees me?”
She laughed briefly. “You kidding? When he sets eyes on you he’s not going to know what’s hit him. He will want you so badly that nothing else will matter.”
I simply couldn’t believe it. “Why would he put his livelihood on the line to have sex with me?”
