Whipped Delights [Dark Desires 1] (Siren Publishing Sensations) Page 11

  All at once, he grabbed her hips hard and she felt him jerk into her. He roared her name as she felt him tense and knew he had filled the condom with his load. Emma had lost count of how many climaxes she’d had. Her body was singing with pain.

  Emma felt him withdraw then his hand was rubbing her slit, pushing into her cunt. Suddenly he took the clamp from her clit. A scream ripped from her mouth but Simon thrust his fingers into her and found her G-spot, giving her another climax. Carefully he rolled her over and untied her. Pulling her into his arms, his head bent to her breast. He removed one clamp from her nipple, quickly sucking it into his mouth and rolling it around his tongue.

  When the blood had rushed back into it and the pain had settle, he did the same with the other clamp. Emma was beyond words, beyond moaning. She dropped her head against his and gave him everything she had as her final orgasm tore across her.

  She lost all time, all feeling, as she was cocooned in his embrace. In the back of her mind she knew he was rubbing cream into her, holding her, crooning meaninglessly and rocking her back and forth. She knew she was safe, knew she was cared for as she drifted off to sleep, finally worn out.

  When Emma woke she was back in her bed. She had no recollection of Simon carrying her and tucking her in. She looked across. Simon was asleep with one arm flung across her body. She wriggled out from underneath and went to the bathroom. After using the toilet, she washed her face. She felt so relaxed, so satisfied.

  Walking back into the bedroom, she snuggled back alongside Simon. He opened one eye and grinned at her. She kissed him lightly and they both went back to sleep.

  * * * *

  Simon was quickly coming to the realisation that the more he saw of Emma, the more he wanted. She was like a drug that he was now addicted to. He had a sneaky suspicion that this was what it was like to be in love with someone. He wanted to tell her that he thought he was in love with her but was frightened. He was worried that she might shy away, so he kept his mouth shut and just told her in his imagination.

  They’d had a great time at the movies.

  He couldn’t believe he made her give head in there and that he’d made her use the vibrator. Simon had no idea what made him take it, although he was actually thinking of playing on the way home. But for some reason he just wanted her in the movies.

  The fucking excitement of having her sucking his cock when there were people around nearly blew his mind!

  Then when they’d gotten home.

  Oh shit!

  Oh god!

  That arse!

  Simon had noticed she wasn’t begging as much now. Subconsciously she must have realised that he had control and she could just relax and enjoy the ride—or rather the pain, in her case. Somehow he thought he’d gotten a little carried away tonight though. He’d bitten that gorgeous arse. It was there, in front of his face, and he just couldn’t resist. He had to make sure they ice it a little. He did rub lots of Arnica on it. Still, she was going to have his teeth marks on it.

  Actually he kind of liked the idea.

  It was like he’d branded her, that she was his and no one else’s. Simon loved the way she snuggled against him and fell asleep. He’d rubbed cream all over her and she was practically asleep as he did it. He was sure she wasn’t even aware of what he was doing. Then he’d carried her back into her bedroom, got her into bed, then laid beside her and all she did was snuggle closer.

  Lying here beside her, all he could do was think about how wonderful she was.

  Simon knew she was stressed about tomorrow. Makes sense, meeting your boyfriend’s parents. He’d tried to tell her to relax, that they’d like her, but she was still worrying. What she didn’t understand was that Simon’s mum was her biggest fan. When he’d told her who he was going out with and bringing to meet them, his mother went ape shit!

  At least once she met them, she’d be fine. Simon wished he could tell her that he wanted this to last forever, he just didn’t want to scare her off. Funny, it was usually the woman who fell in love first, not the guy. He had to be honest and say he was well and truly hooked.

  * * * *

  “Come on, sweetheart, you’re going to love them.”

  “I know, Simon, but I can’t help but worry. Are you sure they don’t mind me coming?”

  “For the hundredth time, relax. We’re almost there, about five minutes.”

  Simon glanced over at Emma. She had a finger between her teeth. He reached over and put his hand on her leg. She looked across and smiled at him but he could still see the fear in her eyes.

  He pulled into the long driveway of his parent’s home. Driving along the road to the house, he looked across and saw the cows in the paddocks. He pointed them out to Emma.

  “I didn’t realise they had cattle.”

  “Just a small herd of dairy cows. There’s a few horses as well and lots of chickens and geese.”

  “I love chickens and cows, not too keen on horses.”

  Simon laughed at her.

  “Finally found something you don’t like.”

  * * * *

  She stuck her tongue out as they pulled in front of a long ranch-style house. Simon helped her out and as they walked toward the front door, it opened and a man came out. Emma guessed he was in his late sixties.

  It was obvious at once where Simon got his height and good looks from. His father was an older version of him. He had the same build, his hair was now white, but it only enhanced his attractiveness. He shook hands with his son and Simon introduced her to him.

  “Dad, this is Emma. Em, this is my dad, Travis.”

  Travis shook her hand and then pulled her into a bear hug.

  “I’m so pleased to meet you at last, Emma, Simon has been talking about nothing else since he met you.”

  “He has?”

  She looked over at Simon and saw he was blushing. His father linked his arm through hers.

  “Come inside. Rachel’s been dying to meet you, too.” He looked over his shoulder and spoke to Simon trailing behind. “You’re right, son, she is gorgeous.”

  Now it was Emma’s turn to blush as Travis took her inside a bright and airy house. He called out and a very attractive woman came toward them. Emma knew she had to be in her mid-sixties but she looked much younger. She was a little taller than Emma, maybe five foot ten, and had her dark blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail. She was wiping her hands on a towel. She beamed when she saw everyone.

  “Hello. I’m Rachel, Simon’s mum. You have to be Emma. We’re so excited to meet you at last.”

  She held out her hand and took Emma’s, leading her into the kitchen. It was a lovely farmhouse style, lots of cupboards and space with a large wooden island in the centre. There were pots and pans hanging from hooks in the ceiling, and bunches of herbs hung drying above a large window. She went to Simon and hugged him tightly then pointed to a large well-scrubbed and worn wooden table.

  “Sit down both of you, relax.”

  Travis walked to his wife and put his arm cross her shoulders. She gave him a quick glance but it was filled with love. Emma felt a little jealous but she looked over at Simon. He smiled and winked. She realised he had a similar look on his face that his father wore and she got a frisson of excitement. Maybe, just maybe, he was falling in love with her.

  Rachel made coffees all round and set a plate of delicious-looking cakes on the table in front of everyone before sitting down herself. The conversation was relaxed and interesting, and Emma found herself warming to these lovely couple.

  When Rachel confessed she was a fan of her cookbooks, Travis and Simon burst out laughing. Emma didn’t understand the joke until Travis pointed out a bookcase on the other side of the kitchen. Emma could see every single one of her books on the shelves rubbing shoulders with authors like Jamie Oliver, James Martin, Donna Hay, and Nigella Lawson. Judging by their spines, they looked well used also.

  “Oh gee, Rachel, I’m honoured.”

  “Nonsense, they are gre
at books. When is the next one coming out? Simon said you were working on one.”

  “Toward the end of the year. My publishers are aiming for the Christmas market. It’s all desserts.”

  “I’ll keep an eye out for it.”

  “Please don’t, let me give you a copy.”

  “Oh! Oh, how wonderful, I love that.”

  “Maybe Emma could sign the ones you have.”

  “Don’t be silly, Travis.”

  “I’d love to. I love it when I know my books are used.”

  “Oh, used, they are well worn I can assure you.”

  The rest of the day was spent delightfully. They walked around the grounds near the house. Emma was grateful they didn’t suggest riding the horses. She patted a few cows, helped collect eggs, and got chased by a goose. They had a barbecue lunch and Simon’s father took her on a tour of the property on the back of a quad bike.

  She was amazed how large it was and had a wonderful time. By the time they returned it was getting dark. Travis put the bike away and together they walked back to the house.

  “I’m so glad Simon met you, Em. May I call you Em?”

  “Yes, of course.”

  “He’s been alone so long, spent all his time learning. After he finished his internship, we thought he would stop but instead he started studying the emergency and accident side. He works so hard, so long. His mother and I worry.”

  “I know he works hard, I don’t know how he does it to be honest.”

  “Neither do we. Imagine how we felt when he told us about you. Rachel despaired that he would never meet someone, with the hours he works, trying to get a lady to accept them.”

  “It’s hard but in a way it’s good. We have a whole week together then while he’s at work I can get stuck into my own. I’m getting used to it.”

  “I’m glad. It must be hard but it’s who he is.”

  “I know and I wouldn’t want anything else. I know how much he loves his work.”

  “I’m glad. I can see how much he cares for you.”

  Emma blushed.

  “I care for him, too, a lot.”

  Travis linked his arm through hers again and smiled down at her.

  “I’m very glad, Em. Very glad.”

  They joined the others. Rachel had insisted they spend the night there rather than travel into the closest town to find somewhere. They talked into the night and by the time they went to bed, Emma felt she had known them both for years.

  Chapter Thirteen

  On Thursday she and Simon spent the day with Nina and Greg. They drove up to the rain forest and spent a few hours walking through the trails around the waterfall. Greg knew of a restaurant nearby and they ate lunch there, sitting outside with the sounds of birds and water filling the air. After lunch they walked back to the car then drove down through the mountains toward the coast, stopping for dinner along the way.

  It was close to eleven when they finally arrived back at Emma’s house after dropping Nina and Greg home. They fell into bed, too tired to do more than kiss each other good night. Friday, Simon went back to his flat to pick up some clean clothes. He was practically living at Emma’s but neither of them had broached him moving in. Simon would have suggested they move into his flat but even he admitted to himself that it was too small and beside, when they played they would likely draw unwanted attention, with Emma’s screams and his shouts.

  Tomorrow night was a formal dinner and Simon needed to pick up his tux. The dinner was put on by the publisher each year and was more of an awards ceremony to acknowledge their top sellers. Emma was in the running for an award, as her last book had sat on the best seller list both with the publisher and on several other sites like Amazon and the New York Times.

  Friday was spent relaxing. They both had tight calf muscles from the hiking they’d done the day before. Emma wondered how Greg was holding up. He had to work with another author all day and would be on his feet the whole time. On Saturday Emma was feeling nervous. She had won a couple of awards previously and had her fingers crossed that she would get another for the last book. It had done so well that she thought she had a good chance of winning.

  Simon laughed at her. She was flitting from one thing to another.

  “I know what to do to make you relax.”

  She stopped pacing and looked at him lying on the lounge, a paperback on his lap.

  “What?”

  “This.”

  He leapt to his feet and swooped her over his shoulder. He carried her into their playroom and dropped her onto the bed. She bounced and burst out laughing.

  “No laughing, woman!”

  That, of course, made her laugh even more. Simon put his hands on his hips and looked down at her.

  “For that you will get double punishments.”

  She stopped laughing immediately and instead noticed her heart rate increase.

  “I want those clothes off now!”

  Emma scurried to quickly divest herself of her clothing.

  “Now stand under the ropes.”

  She jumped off the bed and moved to stand underneath the eyebolts in the ceiling.

  “You know how to stand. Do it!”

  Emma spread her legs apart and held her arms out either side. Simon stepped to her and quickly cuffed both wrists and ankles then tightened and tied off the ropes, leaving her with her arms above her head and legs well apart. He walked around her, his fingers trailing across her body until he was back facing her again.

  Emma quivered in anticipation.

  Simon stripped off. Emma was gratified to see he was already so hard. He turned and walked back to the drawers, pulling out the flogger and the paddle. He put a condom pack on the bed along with the paddle. Walking back to her, he flicked the flogger against his leg a few times. Emma almost groaned aloud. She was about to beg him to hit her when he suddenly flicked it across her stomach.

  She closed her eyes in pleasure as the sting began to weave its magic.

  Simon began working the flogger across her body, walking behind her, then in front until her body was humming with pain. She was so close to her first orgasm.

  “More, I want more!”

  Simon stepped in front of her.

  “I decide when you get more, not you.” His voice was thick with arousal and authority.

  “Please,” she begged.

  Simon dropped the flogger and Emma groaned in disappointment. She watched as he looked at her, his face a mask of control.

  Suddenly he lashed out with his hand and hit her across one breast.

  “Who decides?”

  “You do,” she whimpered. “You.”

  “Exactly.”

  He walked back to the bed and picked up the paddle. Walking behind her, he hit her arse cheeks several times in quick succession until she was screaming as her first climax shook her body.

  Now he played her.

  Hits, tweaks, slaps, flicks.

  Her body was tingling. Every part of her torso was burning with pain. She was beyond coherent speech. Instead she was alternately moaning and screaming as he continued. She felt him untie her and carry her over to the bed. Once there he attached the clamps to each nipple.

  She slipped over into the lower reaches of sub-space as the second clamp was fixed, her body shaking as one orgasm after another rocked her. She had no idea what Simon was doing. Instead she was lost in the wonderful pain.

  Lost amid the sensations that filled her body.

  Lost in her absolute pleasure.

  When she came back to earth, she was cocooned in his arms. He was caressing her, murmuring and rocking her. She opened her eyes and looked up at him.

  At that moment she knew, she knew she was in love with him and would be for the rest of her life. He saw her and lowered his face to press his lips against her, softly at first. Then he increased the pressure, his tongue forcing itself into her mouth. She gave back as much as he gave her. When they broke apart, he ran his fingers across her cheek.


  Just his fingertips.

  The lightest of touches.

  Down her cheek and tracing across her lips. She closed her eyes with the bliss his touch gave her. Who would ever have believed that the softest touch of a man’s fingertips could arouse her?

  She turned in his arms and realised his erection was pressing against her.

  Another reason to love him.

  He thought only of her pleasure.

  Emma pushed him back against the bed and straddled him. Using one hand, she guided his cock toward her soaking slit then she lowered herself onto it. Impaling herself. She threw back her head and began to move up and down on that delightful appendage.

  She felt Simon tweak her nipples. She increased her speed. He dropped his hands to her hips and helped her move, using his hips to thrust into her. In unison, they moved.

  Faster and faster.

  Deeper and deeper.

  Emma began to pant as she felt her climax build. Simon was breathing heavily as she felt his legs begin to quiver. He grabbed her harder and pulled her down as he thrust his hips upward, shouting her name loudly.

  Emma felt him fill her with his cum and she grabbed his cock with her muscles as her own orgasm shook her to her very soul. She could feel his cock twitch as he spent his load, her cunt squeezing it dry. Falling forward onto his chest, she felt him kissing her head, her ears, her neck.

  They lay together in post-coital bliss for an hour or so, then Simon stirred. She looked across at him.

  “Emma, I’m sorry but we didn’t use a condom!” He ruefully added, “Although I have to admit I’ve forgotten a lot lately.”

  “It’s okay. I’m on the pill and I’m clean.”

  “I’m clean, too, but I shouldn’t have gone without one unless you asked.”

  “Mm, think I maybe did when I jumped your cock earlier.” She giggled.

  “I’ll make sure I always use one when I take your arse.”

  Emma grinned in delight. Simon laughed out loudly and gave her a kiss.

  “Come on, my love. Time to make yourself prettier and get ready.”