Whipped Delights [Dark Desires 1] (Siren Publishing Sensations) Page 8

  “Be quiet, woman!”

  He carried her back into the playroom, stood her on the floor then sat down on the edge of the bed.

  “Strip.”

  Emma was excited!

  Time to test out the new toys. She quickly removed her clothes and stood waiting.

  “Closer.”

  She took a few steps until she was standing in front of him. He reached out with one hand and ran it down the length of her body then back up again until he reached her breast. He pulled at one nipple—hard. Emma gasped. She closed her eyes against the feeling. It was so good.

  “Open your eyes!”

  She did. He kept pulling and twisting her nipple. She was starting to groan quietly. Simon stood, still holding her nipple. He pulled her to the middle of the room. Once there, he cuffed one wrist, then the other. Pulling on one rope until her arm was above her head, he tied the end off on the eyebolt on the floor then he did the same to the other arm.

  “Spread your legs,” he ordered roughly.

  Emma complied. Simon knelt down and cuffed each ankle, then tightened the rope until she could not move. He looked up from where he was between her legs. Emma looked down, and the look on his face made her gasp. It was filled with desire, with longing for her. It was more the look of a man in love than a man who was about to fuck his girlfriend.

  He caught her eyes. She saw him open his mouth slightly and gulp. She had an inkling that he suddenly realised she was something more to him. They stared into each other’s eyes for what seemed like ages until Simon moved back and stood.

  With the tips of his fingers, he traced a line across her face, down her cheek, and across her lips. Emma leant into that tender touch. Her heart turned over. She had an idea that the look on her face mirrored his.

  Simon cleared his throat and moved over to the side table. He opened the drawer and pulled out the paddle and the flogger before stripping off. Emma thought she would never tire of seeing him naked. He was magnificent in her eyes. Those well-defined abs, the trail of hair leading down to that cock.

  Oh, that cock!

  It was standing proudly, and she was eager to feel it inside her.

  Simon put the paddle on the bed and walked toward her, flicking the flogger back and forth. When he got close enough, he flicked it once, twice across her breasts. This was what she’d been waiting for. She got an immediate rush of pleasure.

  “More.” She groaned. “More.”

  Simon leant against her body and dipped his head to nip her nipple. He then used the flogger again before stepping behind her. For the next ten minutes, Simon worked his way around her body. He worked the flogger up and down and around until she was screaming.

  Emma was so flooded with pleasure-pain, she was moaning. She had long given up asking for more, complete handing over all control to Simon. He was playing her as if she were a grand piano and he was the maestro. Even nuance of the flogger elicited a new response in her. She had climaxed twice already.

  * * * *

  Simon was watching Emma carefully. Making sure she didn’t overstep her limits. He watched the way she held her body in the confines of the ropes, the way she breathed, the sound of her groans. He even watched the way she sweated or blushed. Her body was red from the flogger but nowhere had it left permanent welts, nowhere had it broken her beautiful skin.

  For himself, he was so aroused, so turned on by the sight of her hanging that he felt like his cock was about to explode. He needed to have his dick deep inside her. He quickly untied her from the four cuffs and laid her on the bed face down. With the paddle, he began to hit those luscious full cheeks of her arse until they almost glowed red.

  Flipping her over, he saw she was heading well into sub-space, her body one giant orgasm as she reacted to whatever he did to her body. It was almost his undoing.

  He realised he would have to wait until she came down a bit so she could enjoy him fucking her. He gathered her up into his arms and held her.

  About twenty minutes later he heard a change in the way she was breathing. He started playing with her nipples, with her clit. She reacted, opening her legs wider, moaning.

  Swiftly he tore open a condom and rolled it on before he thrust as hard as he could into that hot, wet cunt. With one hand, he pulled at her nipples, hard. The other he used to pinch her clit between his fingers. She was screaming meaningless words as her body shuddered with each new climax. Simon felt her muscles grab his cock hard as he thrust within her. It almost made him come and he was forced to count backward from one hundred to hold his orgasm back. When he felt in control again, he began to move rhythmically in and out as he pulled and tweaked her clit and nipple.

  Emma gave an explicit shout.

  “Fuck!”

  And Simon was lost as her muscles rippled across his cock. He joined her in screaming. He shouted her name as he felt himself jerk and fill the condom with his cum.

  Drips of perspiration fell onto her stomach as he slowly withdrew. He dropped to lay beside her for a few minutes until he got his breathing under control. Emma was lost with her own sensations. When Simon felt recovered enough, he stood and went out into the kitchen. He grabbed an icepack, two glasses, and a carton of juice.

  Going back into the room, he placed everything on the table then carefully lifted Emma and put her under the blanket before climbing alongside her. He carefully checked her body. Once he was sure she was okay, he rubbed the Arnica cream all over her torso then he gathered her into his arms and settled down to relax with his beautiful woman.

  He tried to imagine his life without her and couldn’t. He had only known her for three weeks, yet already she had become an integral part of his life. He remembered the look on her face when he was kneeling between her legs after cuffing her ankles. It had taken his breath away, she looked at him with something that seemed very close to love and he had felt like someone had punched him in the gut. It was breathtaking and wonderful.

  They lay together. Time was meaningless. Simon thought he dozed but he wasn’t sure. He only knew he was content lying there with Emma in his arms. Her stirring brought him alert. He looked down at her cradled in his arms as she lifted her head and looked at him.

  She smiled.

  It lit up her face and his heart.

  Chapter Nine

  “Hi.”

  “Nice sleep?”

  She grinned and stuck her tongue out.

  “Whoa! That might earn you a punishment or two.”

  “Promise?”

  He laughed. “Maybe I’ll have to redefine what punishment is. Maybe punishment will have to be making love without any pain involved.”

  She pouted then laughed.

  “You wouldn’t do that to me.”

  “Mm, wouldn’t I?”

  He tickled her and was rewarded when she dissolved into giggles.

  “Want to go for a drive? I need to get some clothes for tomorrow.”

  “Okay.”

  “We could get some lunch while we’re out as well.”

  “Sounds good to me.”

  They both stood and dressed. Emma went out to use the bathroom. Simon picked up the flogger and paddle then the bar of soap and went into the laundry. He washed the paddle and left it on a towel to dry. It was sunny outside so Simon took the flogger out and laid it on the towel in the direct sun. He went back inside and used the bathroom before joining Emma in the kitchen.

  “Ready?”

  “Yep. I’ve left the flogger in the sun. It’s only you and I using it but it’s good to get into the habit of cleaning.”

  He gave her a kiss then took her hand as they walked out to the car. Emma picked up her keys on the way out. He helped her into the car then settled behind the wheel. The drive to his house took about fifteen minutes. He lived in a block of units that was probably only fifteen minutes’ drive to the hospital at the most.

  They used the elevator, went up to the seventh floor, and he opened the door to a bright and airy flat.


  “This is nice.”

  “It’s okay but I really hate it. I hate being in a flat but it’s easy to keep clean.”

  “Have you been here long?”

  “About fourteen years. I bought it thinking to only stay here a few years.” He gave a wry laugh. “Still here. What about you? Do you like your place?”

  “Like you, it is only going to be for a while. I really want to buy a bigger place, maybe a bit further out. I’d love a proper studio to work in. Remind me to show you my office, there’s just no room.”

  Emma looked around while Simon went into the bedroom to fill a bag with clothes and toiletries. She realised it was probably good for a person who was only home one week in three. There were two reasonable-sized bedrooms and a family room-cum-dining area. The kitchen was a small galley kitchen but she guessed it worked well for him. The bathroom was small also.

  The whole place was clean and bright and in a very good area. It was close to transport and had plenty of parking. She looked out the window. There was a good-sized balcony and she could see the grounds were well kept and filled with trees and flowers. There was even a community pool.

  Simon came back.

  “All done. Let’s go.”

  They went back down and into the car. Simon pulled out of the car park and drove off toward the countryside. They’d driven for about thirty minutes, Simon pointed out a house.

  “That’s what I’d really like.”

  He pulled over and pointed out a lovely house set on a few acres. Emma got a funny feeling in her stomach. It was exactly the sort of house she dreamed of owning. A low ranch-style, with a wide covered veranda along the front of the house that looked as if it went all around.

  “One of these days I’m going to have one just like it.” He looked at Emma. “What about you? What’s on your wish list?”

  “You’re going to think I’m crazy, but see that house? That’s exactly what I want, too.”

  “Not crazy. I knew there was something special about you.”

  He pulled out onto the road again and continued driving. He reached across and lifted her hand to put on his leg. He covered it with his own. They talked about music, movies, and books as they drove leisurely through the countryside.

  Simon found an old pub. It looked promising so they parked and went inside. There were a few patrons, most sitting around the bar. The barkeep looked up as they entered.

  “Morning, folks. Drink or something to eat?”

  Something to eat, thanks.”

  “Menu’s over there, just let me know what you’d like. Sit wherever you like.”

  They walked over and studied the menu.

  “Mm, I’m going to have the citrus-crusted barramundi!”

  “Sounds good but I think I’m going to go with the English steak and mushroom pie with mushy peas and mashed potato. Hope it’s like real English ones. I went to England to promote books a few years back and loved them.”

  They ordered their meals and Simon got them both a glass of cider. They took their drinks and found a cosy table.

  “Have you been overseas much with your promotions?”

  “A few times. The last time was two years ago when I went to England. My books have been selling really well there. My publisher is talking about me going there again with the next book I release. It’s due out toward the end of the year. I’ll do the two-month promo here then have a break over Christmas. Then they want me to go to England for a month or so at the end of January. I haven’t agreed yet.”

  “You’d be silly not to go. Wouldn’t it mean more book sales?”

  “Definitely. Last time I went there was a big increase in my sales.”

  “Maybe I should take some time off from the hospital and come with you. I could carry your bag and make sure you didn’t fall down any stairs.”

  “Um—I just might take you up on that.”

  A waiter arrived with their meals. They both tucked into their dishes. The aroma from both was appetising and both ate with relish. By the time they’d finished eating it was close to two. Simon suggested they drive back the long way and make a day of it. He suggested they have dinner at an Italian bistro near her house that served great food. Emma readily agreed.

  She found the day was perfect. The sex that morning had been mind-blowing. She had complete faith and trust in Simon, and she knew he would make sure she didn’t exceed her limits while ensuring she got full pleasure from the pain he inflicted. Then the drive was eye-opening. To discover that she and Simon both shared the same home dream was amazing.

  They ate delicious pasta in the bistro followed by Zappa Angles.

  By the time they arrived back at Emma’s house it was almost 9:45. Emma felt a little shy. This was the first time in over seven years that she’d had a man sleep over. Simon carried his bag into the bedroom. He had a shirt for tomorrow night and hung it on the door.

  “What time do we have to get up in the morning, Em?”

  “Well I want to be at the markets no later than six. You don’t have to come if you don’t want to.”

  “Are you kidding? I really want to.”

  “Okay well it takes about forty minutes to drive there, so around half past or quarter to five. Depends how fast you are at waking up and getting dressed.”

  “Hey, you’re talking to a doctor. We sleep with one eye open and can be dressed in two minutes flat!”

  Emma burst out laughing.

  “Okay, well I’ll time you in the morning.”

  “You’re on!”

  He grabbed her and wrestled her to the bed. Then began to tickle her. She was begging him to stop.

  “Remember, you handed control over to me, miss. If I want to tickle you then you just have to put up with it.”

  “I don’t remember tickling being on the list.”

  “You don’t? Gee, it was there, you mustn’t have read the fine print properly.”

  He attacked her again. She tried to escape but he grabbed her ankle and pulled her back into his arms. Before she could react, he began to kiss her. Within a second, she went from playing to arousal. Simon increased the pressure on her lips. Emma forced her tongue between his teeth. They began dancing with their tongues and Simon’s hands ran up and down her body.

  Emma wanted to feel his skin against her. She was surprised that at that moment she didn’t want to feel pain, she actually wanted to make sensual love. Simon seemed to understand even though she hadn’t spoken. His hands were carefully removing her clothes, his fingers lingering on her bare flesh. His mouth never left hers.

  When he finally managed to remove all her clothing, he quickly took off his own. Gathering her close, he kept kissing her, one hand massaging her breast while the other was running up and down her back. Emma was amazed at how wet she felt. This man was turning her whole world upside down and she loved it.

  She forced her hand between them and grasped his cock. She felt him stiffen then relax as she began to run her hand up and down the shaft. She wanted to taste him. As he broke the kiss, she dropped her head and licked across the top, tasting the bead of pre-cum that dripped from the eye. Simon groaned.

  He pushed her away then moved until he was facing her feet, pulling her around until he could lick her clit. Emma grinned in delight as she took his cock into her mouth once again.

  The feel of his mouth on her pussy was wonderful. She felt him push a finger into her cunt as he nibbled on her clit, sucking and biting it as his fingers moved in and out, twisting and circling.

  She licked his cock, sucking harder and drawing it into her mouth as far as she could. Her tongue wrapping around the head, she tried to force the tip of it into the eye as she sucked. She hummed softly in the back of her throat and Simon jerked. She almost giggled except she felt him thrust another finger into her then pull them out. Suddenly she felt him rubbing against the rose of her arse.

  It was her turn to jerk as he began to push against it.

  Simon began pushing and rubbing with his
finger, all the while sucking and licking. Emma couldn’t help herself. She felt her muscles tighten as she climaxed. She screamed softly around Simon’s cock as he pushed his finger into her arse. Now that it was in, he began moving it in and out. His other hand began rubbing her nipple. She felt him suck her clit hard into his mouth.

  She kept up her humming and sucking on his cock. Then she felt his hand on her head, pulling her off his cock.

  “I want to come inside you, Em. Please,” he begged.

  She nodded. He quickly spun her around and set her on her knees, pushing her head down. Emma felt his cock at the entrance to her pussy then he slowly pushed it in until he was seated with his balls tight against her. One hand was on her arse and she felt his thumb begin pushing its way in.

  He set up a dance.

  His thumb in time with his cock. In—out.

  Faster and faster.

  Harder and harder.

  Deeper and deeper.

  Emma was screaming as she came but Simon kept up his solo. Harder his cock went into her cunt. Harder his thumb. She felt him push another finger into her arse. She shouted. Her cunt muscles grabbed his cock so tightly. Simon had no resistance. He began to jerk. He began to shout, to scream her name and she felt him fill her cunt with cum.

  She clenched her muscles tight, squeezing him as he continued to pump his load into her, his fingers deep in her arse.

  When she felt him begin to lean on her she collapsed onto the bed, Simon half on her and half on the bed. She felt his fingers slip from her hole and his cock from her cunt as he rolled to one side and pulled her over to him.

  “My god, Em.” He panted. “I can’t believe how wonderful you are!”

  He kissed her as if she were a piece of porcelain, all his emotions in that kiss. It staggered her. She could feel so much in that one kiss.

  They lay together for about ten minutes then Simon got up and went to the bathroom. When he came back, Emma did the same. They snuggled together in the bed then slowly drifted off to sleep.