head so he could have better access. She didn’t say anything, she just let him nibble slowly. His hands moved to her breasts and he lightly brushed over her nipples through her shirt and bra.
“Would you like to go inside?” Emmy asked.
“Mmm, yes.” He continued his nibbling.
Emmy took his hand and stepped away from him. “Come on.”
He looked at her, and there was something in his eyes she’d never seen before. Something that touched the most base level of her Domme mindset, and sent her from merely turned on, to on fire with lust. She raised an eyebrow, leading him back into the house to his room.
She had barely closed the door before he wrapped his arms around her again. “I need you so much right now,” he said in her ear, sending a chill down her spine. He turned her in his arms and looked into her eyes. “So much.”
“I know.”
“I…” He hesitated.
“You need the Domme, don’t you?”
“Yes.” He pressed his mouth down on hers. His tongue was indelicate, demanding, quick and his lips were not their usual sweet softness. He was already hard against her thigh. She kissed him back the same way. She knew he needed the Domme because he wanted her to be rough. He didn’t need to surrender—he just needed raw.
“I want you to undress and wait on the couch,” she ordered, her breath already coming hard. “I’ll be back in two minutes.”
“Faster if you can.” His cock was rock-hard. She nodded and skittered out the door.
She’d asked Nathaniel what had happened to her Imperial clothes when she realized they had cleaned the apartment out. He had packed everything he could into a single suitcase and shoved it in the closet at North Hills, and now she pulled it out from its hiding place and opened it. She dressed quickly, pink lace this time with the peek-a-boo bustier he had given her. She dug through and found two of her favorite, well-worn toys, and threw a long, conservative robe over the whole thing. She hurried back through the hall, happy there was no one else around.
She walked in and found him just as she’d told him, but in the wrong spot. Instead of sitting on the couch, he was kneeling next to it in a submissive position. She went to him, putting her hand under his chin. “No, no. Stand up. That’s not what you want tonight.” Her voice was sure.
He looked confused, but stood. “Isn’t that—”
“No.” She shook her head. “I want you to tell me what you’re feeling right now. Inside.”
“Anger, emptiness, hate, distrust,” he admitted.
“Those are not feelings you want to submit to,” she explained. “You want to be in control of yourself. You want to take back that control which was taken away. Subbing will not do that. What will is playing rough.” She leaned in. “And I can play rough.”
His eyes flared wide for just a moment, and he yanked her in close. “You’re right, mistress. As usual.” He pressed his lips against hers, again demanding and hard. He pulled the robe off her shoulders and shoved it off her to the floor.
“Listen to me.” Emmy pulled back, just enough to get his attention. “You want rough, I can do rough. But you damn well better remember the safe word.”
“Of course,” Nathaniel whispered, his nips at her neck traveling down.
“What is it?”
“Imperial.”
“Good.” She grabbed his arm and spun him around to face the couch. She pushed him, more than willingly and compliant, over the back of it and leaned down to his ear. “We’re not going to do any tying up. But you’d better hang on.” She stood and raked her nails down his back to his ass, making him arch up against the couch. Emmy slapped him hard, and heard a throaty gasp. She took her nails again, and ran them down his sides, scraping him hard. He arched again, moaning. At the end of the run, she rewarded him with another hard slap.
“Oh, shit yes,” he panted.
Emmy pulled the crop out of the tangled mess of the robe on the floor. Slapping
“Would you like to go inside?” Emmy asked.
“Mmm, yes.” He continued his nibbling.
Emmy took his hand and stepped away from him. “Come on.”
He looked at her, and there was something in his eyes she’d never seen before. Something that touched the most base level of her Domme mindset, and sent her from merely turned on, to on fire with lust. She raised an eyebrow, leading him back into the house to his room.
She had barely closed the door before he wrapped his arms around her again. “I need you so much right now,” he said in her ear, sending a chill down her spine. He turned her in his arms and looked into her eyes. “So much.”
“I know.”
“I…” He hesitated.
“You need the Domme, don’t you?”
“Yes.” He pressed his mouth down on hers. His tongue was indelicate, demanding, quick and his lips were not their usual sweet softness. He was already hard against her thigh. She kissed him back the same way. She knew he needed the Domme because he wanted her to be rough. He didn’t need to surrender—he just needed raw.
“I want you to undress and wait on the couch,” she ordered, her breath already coming hard. “I’ll be back in two minutes.”
“Faster if you can.” His cock was rock-hard. She nodded and skittered out the door.
She’d asked Nathaniel what had happened to her Imperial clothes when she realized they had cleaned the apartment out. He had packed everything he could into a single suitcase and shoved it in the closet at North Hills, and now she pulled it out from its hiding place and opened it. She dressed quickly, pink lace this time with the peek-a-boo bustier he had given her. She dug through and found two of her favorite, well-worn toys, and threw a long, conservative robe over the whole thing. She hurried back through the hall, happy there was no one else around.
She walked in and found him just as she’d told him, but in the wrong spot. Instead of sitting on the couch, he was kneeling next to it in a submissive position. She went to him, putting her hand under his chin. “No, no. Stand up. That’s not what you want tonight.” Her voice was sure.
He looked confused, but stood. “Isn’t that—”
“No.” She shook her head. “I want you to tell me what you’re feeling right now. Inside.”
“Anger, emptiness, hate, distrust,” he admitted.
“Those are not feelings you want to submit to,” she explained. “You want to be in control of yourself. You want to take back that control which was taken away. Subbing will not do that. What will is playing rough.” She leaned in. “And I can play rough.”
His eyes flared wide for just a moment, and he yanked her in close. “You’re right, mistress. As usual.” He pressed his lips against hers, again demanding and hard. He pulled the robe off her shoulders and shoved it off her to the floor.
“Listen to me.” Emmy pulled back, just enough to get his attention. “You want rough, I can do rough. But you damn well better remember the safe word.”
“Of course,” Nathaniel whispered, his nips at her neck traveling down.
“What is it?”
“Imperial.”
“Good.” She grabbed his arm and spun him around to face the couch. She pushed him, more than willingly and compliant, over the back of it and leaned down to his ear. “We’re not going to do any tying up. But you’d better hang on.” She stood and raked her nails down his back to his ass, making him arch up against the couch. Emmy slapped him hard, and heard a throaty gasp. She took her nails again, and ran them down his sides, scraping him hard. He arched again, moaning. At the end of the run, she rewarded him with another hard slap.
“Oh, shit yes,” he panted.
Emmy pulled the crop out of the tangled mess of the robe on the floor. Slapping
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