Whipped Delights [Dark Desires 1] (Siren Publishing Sensations) Page 10

Simon began selecting things. He asked Emma her size and then basically went crazy. He kept putting things in her arms until the sales assistant came over and asked if she could help. Simon took the pile from Emma and gave them to her.

  “We’ll have these, thanks.”

  She led them back toward the register but Simon got sidetracked. He had passed corsets.

  “Hey, Em, look!”

  He held up a pretty pink one but it was obviously too small for Emma. She shook her head. The sales assistant had deposited their selection on the counter and come back to them.

  “If you’re interested, we have some lovely corsets just in that would look lovely on you. Over here.”

  She led the way to another section. Simon winked at Emma as he looked through them. Finally he selected a lovely black satin corset with diamantes, a vivid red one with a black lace overlay, and another black one. This had purple trims and was very sexy looking. It came with a tiny G-string.

  Emma was blushing but it was obvious Simon was enjoying himself. He took the three corsets to the counter. The friendly sales assistant was laughing with him as he handed over his card and she wrapped the items. Emma was shocked at how much he had bought but he just kissed her cheek when she protested.

  They left the shop laden down with parcels. Simon suggested they drop them back to the car then find somewhere to eat. Emma readily agreed and they were soon seated in a small cafe. They both had toasted sandwiches with a coffee. Emma tried once more to tell Simon he had bought too much. He reached across the table and took her hand.

  “Em, I’ve never spent money on a woman before, except for dinners and flowers and the like. With you, I’d buy you the earth if I could. I know we’ve only known each other a few weeks but this is special. I just know it is.”

  She looked into his eyes. It was obvious he was speaking the truth and she felt a giddy rush of excitement. She lifted his hand and kissed it. He smiled at her, a special smile that held hints of what he was feeling.

  Once they’d finished eating, they went back into the mall and wandered around. There was no rush. Both were content to just be together. Emma wasn’t looking forward to Monday when Simon went back to work. Still, she would have to get used to living this way if this was the start of a special relationship.

  Late in their afternoon, they ended up going to the movies. They had discovered they both shared similar likes in films. When they passed a movie complex, Simon discovered they were showing two British comedies—Fierce Creatures and Death at a Funeral—and he suggested they watch them. Emma felt like a teenager again. They grabbed popcorn and drinks and sat in the back row.

  At intermission Simon went out and came back with coffee for them both. He also had a large bag. Opening it, he handed over a sub to Emma and kept one for himself.

  “I got you chicken, avocado, cheese, and caramelised onion.”

  “Thanks. I was hungry.”

  Emma enjoyed herself immensely. She and Simon both laughed at the same places in each movie. He had his arm around her shoulder the whole time. She rested a hand on his leg. When the movies finished, they walked back to the car the long way, through the park, stopping occasionally to look at something or to just admire the view.

  By the time they got back to Emma’s it was almost nine o’clock. She helped Simon carry in the shopping. He insisted on opening everything and spreading it across the bed.

  “Next time I come I think we’ll have to think of another game to play that involves you wearing one of these corsets.”

  “Mm, I’ll have to think of something.”

  Simon pulled her close and kissed her, and she could feel a tingling from her toes all through her body. Each time he touched her she felt it. Surely it meant she was falling in love with him. They went to bed, with Simon making love to her.

  That was another thing. She’d never really enjoyed making love without pain involved, more often than not she never climaxed. Yet with Simon, she was having multiple orgasms even when there was no pain and she was loving it.

  On Sunday they decided to spend the day relaxing together watching DVDs. Neither of them mentioned Simon going back to work the next day. They just wanted the day to last forever. In the evening, Simon took her hand and led her to their playroom.

  He ordered her to strip off then made her strip him. He had her get down onto her hands and knees, then before she realised what he intended he began to paddle her arse cheeks. With one foot, he spread her legs apart and continued to paddle her. Emma was moaning and groaning with each hit. Simon moved away then stood in front of her.

  “Suck my cock!”

  Emma took his cock in her hand then sank her mouth around his engorged dick. As she began to move her mouth up and down it, Simon pulled her nipples hard until they were stretched. He then placed a clamp on each one. Emma tried to concentrate on sucking his cock but the pain was starting to send her off into her own world of pain pleasure. Simon had the flogger beside him. He picked it up and while she sucked, he flogged her back and arse, occasionally pulling on the clover clamps.

  “More pain, give me more!” she tried to scream around his cock as her first climax rippled across her body. Simon grabbed a handful of her hair and pushed his cock in deep until she gagged. He pulled it out then did it again and again. Emma was panting, she was so turned on.

  The pain of the clamps, the flogger striking her back, and Simon forcing his cock deep into her throat were all combining to send her deeper and deeper into sub-space. Simon pulled his cock from her mouth and picked her up. He practically threw her onto the bed.

  She pleaded with him to hurt her more.

  Roughly he grabbed her legs and pulled them apart. He leant forward and began to suck on her clit, pulling it with his teeth. The scream of pleasure that Emma gave as he put a clamp on her clit was the only way she could express her joy. He continued to flog her across the breasts and her mound. She lost count of how many orgasms she’d had as he pulled the clamp off her clit, rolled on a condom, and thrust his cock into her cunt instead.

  “Pain. Give me pain!” she begged.

  Roughly he began to fuck her, his fingers digging into her hips. When she felt him tense, he ripped off one clamp from her nipple. She screamed as the blood rushed back.

  Simon held his cock deep within her as he began to climax. Emma’s body reacted by spasming. Her climax was enormous as he pulled off the other clamp. She was screaming and writhing as he continued to pump his cum in her until he could no longer stand.

  He fell alongside her. She was breathing fast, lost in the pleasure of the moment. Simon was not much better. He ran a hand across his sweaty brow before throwing a blanket over them both and holding Emma tight. In the back of her mind she could hear him murmuring senseless words to her as he caressed her face. She snuggled against him and drifted further away from reality, her body still humming from the pain and the orgasms.

  Around eleven o’clock Simon reluctantly stood. He went into the bathroom then came back in.

  “I’d better get going. I’m going to miss you so much, Em, it’s going to be a long two weeks.”

  Emma gathered the blanket around herself. She watched as Simon dressed. He looked over at Em and her heart turned over.

  “I know. I…I know you have to work, but I wish you didn’t.”

  “Me, too, Em, me, too. For the first time in my life I wish I had a normal nine-to-five job.”

  “Don’t think that, Simon. I’ll get used to this, we both will.”

  “You’re right, we will.”

  She stood, the blanket draped like a sarong. He pulled her into his arms and kissed her thoroughly.

  “Oh, Em.” He groaned. “You’ve captured my heart.”

  He kissed her again.

  “I’ll ring you whenever I can, sweetheart.”

  “I understand. Be careful.”

  “I will.”

  He kissed her again then reluctantly pulled away. She followed him to the door, another kiss
and he was gone. The house felt suddenly empty as Emma went back into the playroom to pick up her clothes and leave the blanket. She went into her bedroom, used the bathroom, and got into her nightie. Lying in bed, she went over the events of the week. It had been filled with lots of laughs, with plenty of sex and the pain. Oh, the pain! It was wonderful. He had controlled her every second and played her like a grand piano. Now she had to get through the next two weeks without him.

  Chapter Twelve

  Simon managed to ring Emma at least once a day. Sometimes the call only lasted a minute, other times he was able to talk for a while. As well as phone calls, they swapped lots of text messages and Simon sent flowers a few times. Emma was frightened to say it aloud, but in her mind, she knew she was definitely in love with him.

  For her part, she managed to get a lot of work done on the new book. Most of the recipes she had tested out, they were all dessert ones in this book. She made Nina come over for lunch a few times and used her as a guinea pig. At this rate she would be on time with the manuscript. Alison had booked the photographer and Emma was happy to think she wouldn’t be rushing to finish things. So often she had a last minute rush and panic.

  Nina and Greg had suggested the four of them go out on the Thursday when Simon was off. They decided to go up to the rain forest that Greg had told Simon about. There was a great restaurant in the area as well as some great walking trails.

  Alison rang a few times trying to book in new dates, mainly for the weeks that Emma had specifically told her no. Alison wasn’t happy but she would just have to get used to it. Emma told her the book was coming along well and also that she was considering doing the tour of England next year. Finally Alison was happy.

  At last it was Sunday night and Emma went to bed excited that tomorrow she would be with Simon. She was surprised that the two weeks had actually gone faster than she anticipated. Still, she could hardly wait for tomorrow and was in bed by nine-thirty in the hopes the hours would pass by quicker.

  At quarter to one the doorbell rang. At last!

  Emma almost ran to the door and threw it open. Simon barely gave her a chance to take a breath before he dragged her into his arms and kissed her so soundly, finally letting her taking a gasp after a minute. She grinned up at him.

  “Oh man, have I missed you.” He kissed her again. “And I’ve missed kissing you.”

  “Me, too, Simon, me, too.”

  They went into the kitchen. Emma had prepared a salmon salad, it just needed dressing. Simon held her close.

  “Every hour seemed like an eternity without you, Em. I’m so glad we’ve got the week to spend together.”

  “So am I, but if Alison, my publicist, had her way I’d be working every day.”

  “Em, I’m not stopping you from working, from earning, am I?”

  “Heck no. Anyway, money isn’t a problem. My books are great sellers and I’ve even got a range of cooking equipment and utensils. Alison just booked it for the weeks you’re working. She just doesn’t like me having time off, which is crazy, really, because I’m filling all dates.”

  “Sounds like she just wants things her way.”

  “That’s about right!”

  They spent the afternoon relaxing. Simon had brought a change of clothes. They had decided to visits his parents tomorrow and stay overnight somewhere in the area. Emma was nervous about meeting them but Simon assured her they were looking forward to it, that they were fans of hers.

  Emma couldn’t believe how happy she was. She got the impression that Simon was just as ecstatic. That evening Simon took her to a movie and dinner. They did the same crazy thing of sitting in the back row and cuddled. He leant in and whispered in her ear, “Take off your panties.”

  “Here?”

  “Yes. Do it.”

  Emma looked around the darkened theatre then removed her knickers. Simon took them off her and stashed them in his pocket. There were no others in the back row, the closest patrons were a few rows ahead. Simon unzipped his jeans. His erection was huge as he held it.

  “Suck this.”

  Emma leant over and began to suck his dick. Simon fisted his hands in her hair, pushing her head down into his lap. She was sucking and licking his cock, using her tongue. He pushed at her until she slipped from the seat and settled between his legs.

  “Open your legs wide.”

  Emma complied, wondering what he was going to do as she continued to suck him off. He lifted her head off his cock for a minute and then put his hand in his pocket. He lifted out the rabbit vibrator, switched it on, and gave it to her.

  “Push it in your cunt.”

  Emma did as she was told. Because of the way she was kneeling with her legs spread, the vibrator was held against the floor and pushing up into her. He grabbed her head again and forced her back onto his cock. Emma prayed no one else could her the soft buzz from the vibrator. She soon stopped worrying as she began to feel a climax building.

  The knowledge she was in a theatre giving her boyfriend head while she was virtually fucking herself was such a turn-on. She was bouncing up and down on the toy, her muscles grabbing and holding it tight as her first orgasm rolled across her body. With a mouthful of Simon’s cock, all she could do was groan in the back of her throat.

  Simon pushed her head hard against his cock. She could feel him trying to thrust in deeper so she used her teeth and her tongue. All the while, the vibrator was sending her crazy.

  Suddenly she felt Simon tense. The fingers in her hair tightened and she knew he was about to come. She increased her bouncing and was rewarded when they both came together. She felt Simon spurt a load of his thick, salty cum into the back of her throat as her third or fourth orgasm ripped across her. Once she’d sucked Simon dry, he allowed her to raise her head. He lent forward and pinched her clit while he kissed her. None too gently, he nipped it between his fingers and pulled, twisting it slightly until he felt her scream silently against his mouth. He pulled the vibrator from her and wrapped it in her panties, then put them into his pocket. He helped her settle back into her seat just as the movie finished and the lights came up.

  Emma tried to look nonchalant as they made their way out of the theatre and to the car. But the knowledge of what they had done and the fact she wasn’t wearing any panties was keeping her in a state of arousal.

  When they got home that night, Simon grabbed her at the front door just as she was about to enter. He kissed her then dragged her into the playroom. He quickly stripped her off then pulled out the soft Japanese silk rope.

  Before Emma could react he had tied her wrists to her ankles with her kneeling, her legs wide apart. Then he tied the rope around her chest, making sure each breast was circled. Emma watched as her nipples pebbled and Simon clamped each one. The pain from the tight circle of rope around each breasts and then the clamps made her scream aloud in pleasure.

  “Hit me!” she pleaded. “I beg you, hit me.”

  “Oh, I intend to.”

  He tugged each clover clamp, sending a ripple of pain down her body, then he picked up the crop. Emma moaned in pleasure as he flicked it across one breast. As it caught the clamp, it pulled it, causing more pain. Her first orgasm rolled by.

  Simon pulled out another clamp and then bent down to suck on her clit. When she felt it engorged, he clamped it. With the crop, he expertly flicked across her clit and then each nipple.

  “I intend to fuck that sweet arse of yours tonight if you’ll let me.”

  Emma’s eyes widened. It had been almost twenty years since she’d had a cock in her arse and now Simon was going to fuck it!

  Granted, he’d been using several fingers in it most times they had sex and it felt wonderful as he’d stretched it.

  She nodded her head in agreement.

  Deftly he rolled her until she was lying with her face to the side on the bed, her arse high in the air. She felt his breath on her slit.

  “Mm, what a glorious view.”

  She felt his hand run ac
ross her arse cheeks then tug on the clamp on her clit. Without warning she felt the crop strike her cheeks—once, twice, three times—in rapid succession. Then his fingers thrust into her.

  “Oh, lovely. How wet you are. Your cunt is so hot, so wet. It’s dripping.”

  She felt him rub her juices up and down between her cunt and her arse hole. Then she felt something cold. He was squeezing lube onto her. Then he hit her again with the crop. He reached around and tugged on the chains from the clover clamps until she screamed.

  “That’s right, my little masochist. Scream loud.”

  He pulled them again, harder this time, then she felt the crop again on her cheeks.

  “Scream.”

  She obliged. Then screamed again when she felt him force a finger into her arse. He began moving it back and forth, widening her until he could fit another finger in. Alternating between hitting her with the crop and fucking her arse with her finger, he was finally able to insert another finger. The she felt him remove them and heard the crinkle of a condom wrapper.

  She tensed as she felt his cock at the entrance of her arse.

  Simon hit her again and reached around to pull on the clit clamp. She tried to hold back but as he forced his cock into her arse, she shouted and groaned.

  Slowly he pushed his cock forward while pulling her back onto it. She felt resistant at first until her struck her again and she relaxed. She felt his cock move deeper and deeper until it was seated in. She could feel his balls against the top of her thighs.

  He began to move, pulling and pushing his cock. He reached forward and around her body until he had both hands on the clover clamps chain. While he thrust, he was pulling on them. Emma felt as if she was exploding as orgasm after orgasm rolled across her body. She was moaning, beyond words.

  She felt his mouth on her cheeks, felt him nipping at them. Her body was one huge sensation.

  The feel of the clover clamps tugging and pulling.

  The way his teeth were biting her cheeks.

  Her clit was burning delightfully from the clamp.

  Her arse felt like it was splitting apart but she loved it as he continued to pound into her, his balls slapping against her skin.