Whipped Delights [Dark Desires 1] (Siren Publishing Sensations) Read online

  Chapter Ten

  “Come on, lazy, we have to go catch some fish for dinner.”

  Simon pulled the covers off the bed and began tickling Emma. Tonight Greg and Nina were coming for dinner and Emma had decided they would have salmon. Simon was excited to go with her to the local fish market, even though she had told him he could stay in bed. She warned him they would have to go early to get the best fish.

  Emma was laughing so hard as she got to her feet and raced into the shower. Simon had discovered they shared a lot of things in common and there was a very relaxed bond developing between them.

  By the time Simon had showered and dressed, Emma was waiting for him at the front door. They piled into his car and drove to the market. Simon was intrigued with the way Emma shopped. As far as he could see, the fish all looked fine. But to Emma’s eyes it was obvious that she saw something different.

  They wandered through the market, with Emma telling him about different fish and their tastes. A voice rang out.

  “Emma! Come stai!”

  A rotund little Italian gent beckoned them over. He greeted Emma with kisses on both cheeks and she introduced Simon to him.

  “Simon, this is Alberto, he has the best fish in the market.”

  “Si, is true, I do.”

  There followed a rapid discussion on which piece of salmon Emma should have. Simon watched and listened in delight as Alberto and Em rejected fish or praised others. A couple who were passing by stopped when they saw Emma.

  “Excuse me, aren’t you Emma Cunningham?”

  Simon watched as she smiled warmly at the couple and answered their questions, then posed for a selfie with them before they left. He admired the way she treated them as if they were the most important people in the market. Once they left, she and Alberto finally decided on the fish.

  They said good-bye to him then Emma led the way to the fresh fruit and vegetables.

  “We need some lemon grass, fresh coriander, limes, and kaffir lime leaves. Oh, and some fresh beans.”

  Once more Emma pointed out various things. Simon was enjoying himself. It amazed him that shopping could be such fun. Then again, maybe it was because he was with Emma. She was fast becoming someone special to him. In fact, he was dreading the upcoming two weeks of work. He knew he would miss her terribly.

  By the time they had bought all the ingredients for tonight’s meal, Emma was laughing at his antics. He loved watching her, seeing how happy and relaxed she was. They took the shopping back to Emma’s then Simon took her to a local café for coffee and brunch.

  By the time they arrived back at the house it was past one. Simon sat in the kitchen and watched as Emma prepped everything for the evening. Watching her, he understood how she had such a large following. She was alive and vivacious, telling him what she was doing and why. No wonder she was so popular.

  He put his arms around her and kissed her. She responded so quickly. Simon deepened the kiss, there was enough time to play. Emma’s arms twined around his neck, so he lifted her in his arms and carried into their playroom. Setting her on her feet, he stepped back.

  “Strip.”

  Emma grinned at him and quickly shed her clothes. He loved looking at her delightfully padded body.

  “Spread your legs, bend down, hold your ankles.”

  Simon had to hold back a groan as he looked. Her pretty pink pussy was gleaning with moisture. He stepped toward her and ran a hand across her arse cheeks. Simon quickly stripped off, then, picking up a paddle, he walked to stand in behind Emma.

  “Don’t move or I will stop.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  Simon rubbed her arse again then, without warning, brought the paddle down swiftly on one cheek then the other. He loved the way Emma tensed then relaxed. She gave a soft moan of pleasure as he swung the paddle and hit her again. With one hand he ran his fingers between her legs, she was almost dripping.

  Roughly he pushed a finger between the wet lips as he hit her again and again with the paddle. She was barely able to keep holding her ankles, so Simon ordered her to stand and he tied her hands above her head.

  Picking up a pair of clamps, he leant forward and licked one nipple, biting and pulling at it with his teeth before clamping it. He then did the same to the other. Savagely he kissed her, thrusting two fingers into her cunt as he did.

  His erection was so hard it was almost painful, but he wanted to do more to Emma before he allowed himself to come.

  Picking up the flogger, he held in front of her face. She grinned. He raised it above his head then brought it down across her breast. She gasped.

  Simon then worked the flogger up and down her body and in between her legs. She was screaming in pleasure and demanding more and more. He held back and took a good look at her. Her eyes were glassy as she began to sink into the pain.

  Carefully he untied her and threw her roughly onto the bed. Gripping her legs, he pulled them apart and roughly thrust his cock into her cunt. At the same time he pulled hard on the cloverleaf clamps.

  Emma couldn’t hold back her screams as the pain from the clamps and his rough fucking drove her to orgasm. Simon tried to ignore it, tried to concentrate on giving her more rather than allow himself to come.

  He leant forward as he thrust and pulled off one clamp. Emma screamed as he sucked and bit her nipple. Then he turned his attention to the other. When he took the clamp off, he felt another orgasm rip through her body.

  Standing upright, he pulled on her legs, pulling her body harder onto his cock. With one hand, he picked up the flogger and used it across her tender nipples.

  “More.”

  Again he hit her, again he jerked his cock as hard as he could into her.

  “More,” she pleaded.

  One more time he lashed her with the flogger.

  “Again!” she screamed. He stopped.

  “Again!” she pleaded.

  Simon threw the flogger to the floor as he felt her cunt grab his cock tight. Once again she came, and this time Simon allowed himself to come. He thrust as hard as he could, his cock held fast by her spasming muscles. Screaming her name, he filled her with his hot seed, her cunt milking him dry.

  Spent, he pulled out and fell alongside her. They both lay panting, gasping for breath. When Simon recovered slightly, he gathered Emma in his arms and settled them both on the bed, a cover loosely across them. He lost count of time as they lay, Emma slowly coming down from subspace. Finally he heard a change in her breathing, felt a slight movement as she came back to reality.

  “Hello, sweetheart.”

  “Hi yourself.”

  He untangled himself from her and stood. He got an icepack from the freezer and picked up the tube of Arnica. He rubbed it gently over Emma’s body. He was confident that he had not left any bruises but the Arnica would also soothe any lingering pain now that their lovemaking was over.

  “Mm, that feels so good.”

  “It’s just an excuse so I can rub my hands across your body.”

  “Who cares? I love it.”

  When Simon finished, he sat alongside Emma. She snuggled into him as he rubbed the ice pack over her where he felt the redness was rather heavy.

  “Thank you.”

  “For what?”

  “For knowing when I’d had enough even when I didn’t.”

  “I’ve told you, that’s my job.”

  She reached up and kissed him.

  “What time is it?”

  Simon glanced at his watch.

  “Almost five.”

  “Damn. Better get up. They will be here around six I think.”

  “Sure?”

  “Yep. I would like to lay here with you but I doubt it would make a good impression if they came and we were still here naked.”

  Simon grinned. “Damn, you take all the fun out of things.”

  Emma thumped his arm and jumped off the bed. Grabbing her clothes, she raced out the room. Simon followed sedately. Emma had gone into the bedroom and w
as dressing herself. He did the same thing. As he watched, she unbound her hair and began brushing it.

  He took the brush from her hand.

  “Anything else to do?”

  “No.”

  “Come on, you can sit down and I’ll brush your hair.”

  “You will?”

  “Yep.”

  She smiled at him and they walked into the family room. Emma sat on a cushion on the floor and Simon sat behind her. He began to run the brush through her long curls.

  “My mother used to brush my hair for me, I miss it.”

  “Just say the word and I’ll do it. Love the feel of it.”

  As it got closer to six, Simon could see Emma was getting nervous.

  “Sweetheart, relax.”

  “I’m sorry. It’s just I’ve known Greg and Nina forever. I hope you like them.”

  “I’m sure I will.” He pulled her down onto his knee. “Just relax, okay?”

  “Okay.”

  She snuggled into his chest. Simon breathed in the soft fragrance she wore, the smell of her hair. She was everything he could ever hope for and more. He just hoped her friends would like him but he wisely kept that to himself. They both heard a car pull up and the doorbell ring.

  “Simon, this is Nina and Greg.”

  Emma introduced her friends to him. The three of them quietly sized each other up as Emma led everyone into the family room. She gestured for everyone to sit then sat alongside Simon. He took her hand and could feel a little tremor in it. He gave her a reassuring squeeze.

  Greg looked over at Simon.

  “Em tells us you’re a doctor over at Nepean?”

  “Yes, been there forever, or at least it feels like it.”

  “That’s a big hospital. Went there a few years back when Em got carried away with a knife and sliced my hand open.”

  “Hey, I didn’t. You were stupid enough to grab it the wrong way off the bench.”

  There followed a debate on how Greg had gotten cut. Simon could feel some of the tension slip away from Emma.

  “So what’s for dinner, Em?”

  “Deep fried camembert to start, then Kaffir lime salmon, and a chocolate fondant to finish with salted caramel ice cream.”

  Nina grinned over at her.

  “That yummy salted caramel one you make?”

  “Yes.”

  “Yeah! It’s amazing, Simon. Wait till you taste it.”

  Emma got to her feet.

  “I’ll just start the entrees, won’t be long. Relax everyone.”

  As she left the room, Nina got to her feet and followed, leaving Simon and Greg. Simon wondered how things would go when Greg cleared his throat.

  “I have to say, I’ve never seen Em this happy, even though I know she’s a little stressed about us all meeting. She deserves to find someone who cares about her.”

  “Rest assured, her happiness is what I want.”

  “That’s good. She needs a firm hand.”

  Simon laughed. “I’m guessing you mean in private. Rest assured there is no way that little minx could get around my control.”

  Greg grinned back.

  “She’s a bloody pain. Years ago she went out with The Wimp and the poor guy wondered what hit him. There was no way it could ever go anywhere. She needs controlling.”

  “Don’t worry, Greg. I have full control and she knows it.”

  “I’m glad. As long as this isn’t just a fling for you.”

  “No way. That woman is under my skin. I’m in this for as long as she wants me around and I hope that’s a long, long time.”

  The talk turned more relaxed. Simon got the impression that now he knew Simon was prepared to look after Emma in both the bedroom and out of it, Greg was happy to give his friendship. The men quickly discovered they shared some likes and were talking about having some foursome outings in the near future. He and Greg talked about the visit to the winery and cheese shop, and Greg told him about some others he knew of.

  By the time, Emma called them both into the kitchen to eat, they were well on their way to becoming good friends.

  “Oh my, this is delicious! Did you get this cheese from that winery?”

  “The winery? Yes, did Simon tell you about it?”

  “Yeah. Sounds good.” He looked over at his wife. “We’ll have to take a drive out there, Nina. You’re a cheese nut, too.”

  They worked their way through the meal. The Kaffir lime salmon was delicious, served with the beans and rice. The coriander, lemon grass, and a hint of chilli gave it a little kick.

  “Love this salmon, Em,” Nina remarked.

  “Thanks, its going in the pile of recipes for any new books. I’m still working on the dessert. Anyway, you were all my guinea pigs.”

  “Well, it was delicious.”

  “Do you generally use Nina and Greg to test things?”

  “Most times. They both like most foods and Nina has a great palate. Writing recipes is easy. It’s getting them to taste delicious that’s the hard part.”

  Nina and Greg watched as Simon bit into his dessert. The hot chocolate oozed out. With the cold salted caramel ice cream and some crunchy praline it felt like he’d died and gone to heaven.

  He must have shown it on his face because Nina burst out laughing.

  “Told you it was delicious.”

  “Oh wow, delicious isn’t the word for it.”

  After dinner, they wandered back into the family room and talked about anything and everything. The conversation was relaxed and Simon felt Emma’s friends had accepted him. For his part, he found them to be a delightful couple and looked forward to spending more time with them. By midnight, they finally called a halt to the evening. When they walked out to the car, Nina took Simon aside and whispered to him as Greg and Emma were laughing about something.

  “I’m glad she met you, Simon. She deserves every happiness and I would love to think you would be the one to give it to her.”

  Simon felt touched and hugged her.

  “Thank you, Nina. For what it’s worth, she makes me happy as well.”

  He kissed her cheeks then shook hands with Greg.

  “Hey, let’s go on an outing next time you’re off, Simon. The girls can work out a date between them. There’s a great drive up through the mountains then back down via the rainforest. We found a great restaurant there, too.”

  “That sounds like a good idea. Look forward to it.”

  Simon and Emma stood waving to their friends before heading indoors. Simon had his arm across Emma’s shoulders as they walked into the bedroom.

  “Your friends are lovely, Em.”

  “I’m so glad you like them, Simon, they mean so much to me.”

  Chapter Eleven

  On Saturday, Simon and Emma went shopping. Simon was determined to replace the clothing he’d cut or torn. They drove into the city and had coffee before hitting the shops. Emma was quite happy to just pick up something from one of the large department stores but Simon wanted to go to one of the more intimate lingerie shops.

  He insisted, as he was paying, they had to go where he chose. Emma was apprehensive. She was a full-figured woman and often those type of shops only catered to model-like stick figures. Simon took her into one of the larger shopping malls. There were a number of underwear shops in it.

  The first one they entered only confirmed her fears. The sales assistant took one look at her and pointed out a tiny section which only had ugly white cotton bras. Emma grabbed Simon’s hand and dragged him from the shop.

  “What’s wrong, Em?”

  “Simon, these types of stores don’t cater to women with full figures.”

  “Full figures? Heavens, Em, your figure is amazing.”

  “Yes, I agree. Well maybe not amazing but I happen to like my curves. Unfortunately these types of stores don’t.”

  “That’s crazy!”

  “I agree and so do the majority of women but unfortunately the stores don’t. They consider any woman wi
th more than a B or maybe a C-size cup is too big to cater for.”

  Simon shook his head in disgust as they walked away from the shop. They continued strolling through the mall. Simon spied another lingerie shop and dragged Emma over to look in the window. The display was gorgeous but it was obvious that this shop was geared toward the thinner woman.

  Simon seemed to share her anger.

  “Where do you normally get your stuff?”

  “Usually the bigger department stores. They don’t have a great range but at least I can get something pretty.”

  “Damn! Okay, well let’s go to one.”

  They headed off again. Simon had his arm around Emma’s waist and she felt so good being with him. She pointed out a department store in the distance and they walked toward it. As they got closer, Simon dragged her sideways. Once more there was a lingerie shop and once more he was determined to check it out. Emma sighed.

  They looked in the window at the display. Again it was tiny knickers and bras. She went to turn away but Simon walked over to the other window and looked. Simon pulled her around and pointed.

  This window had lovely underwear that was designed for a more normal well-rounded woman. There was a sign stating that the shop catered to all sized women. Simon grinned and dragged her inside.

  This time the reaction from the sales assistant was much different. She came to them with a welcoming smile, greeted them “good morning,” and asked if she could help.

  Emma was about to say they would just look around when Mr. Bossy took charge. He told the woman he wanted bras and panties for Emma. She ushered them both to a very large section of beautiful underwear then left them. Emma was over the moon. There was everyday wear, there was sexy evening stuff. There was even some rather naughty crotchless knickers and bras with cutouts.

  Simon gave a laugh and began going through everything.

  “Wow, I love this shop!” He grinned at her. “Let’s get lots.”

  Emma blushed.

  “You only have to replace what was torn, Simon.”

  “Don’t be silly! I want you to have lots of beautiful things, my love, and why not?”