Second Touch (Emma's Arabian Nights, #2) Read online

  Now nude, she leaned up and undid the silver buckle of his belt, drawing it out and placing it on the floor within reach, kissing him back as he devoured her mouth. They broke apart so he could pull his black boxer briefs down. As soon as his cock was free of the fabric, she leaned forward and took his steel-hard erection into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the tip with more hunger than finesse. With a gentle shove she urged him to lie back on the wide couch, never letting him out of her mouth as he reclined beneath her. She wanted to taste him, touch him, drown herself in his scent until the world fell away and she was alone with him in their own universe.

  He pulled himself from her mouth and before she could protest, flipped her onto her back and buried his face between her thighs, groaning hard enough to vibrate her clit as he suckled it. She was so close to the edge her back arched and she pressed her pussy to his face, scrambling for something to hold onto while he devoured her. His licks were greedy, his mouth harsh and demanding as he made sexy growling noises while he licked her clit rapidly with the flat of his tongue.

  “No!” she screamed as he ruthlessly pushed her to her orgasm. He immediately stopped, and the hungry, angry, frustrated expression on his face made her reach out to him. “Inside me. I need you inside me when I come.”

  Instead of relief, his expression grew even darker, more determined, almost scary. He slid onto the couch over her and braced himself on his elbows, grasping her hair with his fingers and staring down into her eyes with enough passion to make her shiver.

  “Condom?” he asked in a strained voice.

  “No, just you and me. I’m safe, you’re safe. Just us, please.”

  He shuddered against her then leaned over and placed a surprisingly gentle kiss against her lips. “Just us.”

  Wrapping her legs around his waist she tilted her hips up to him and reached between them to line the fat head of his dick against her soaking wet slit. As soon as he was in position he began to press into her, not even giving her time to remove her hand. She struggled to arch beneath him, to shove his cock into her, to make him take her but he used his superior strength to hold her still and force her to accept his slow, relentless entry. Soon, she was unable to keep her eyes open, thrashing beneath him as his very, very thick shaft stretched her to the point of pain.

  Her pussy burned and he grunted when he finally filled her so that his balls pressed against her ass. She went wild beneath him, her sex squeezing and clutching at his cock when he began to pull back out, both of them shaking by this point. Nothing had ever felt as good as Ryan taking her and pressing his body into hers. She ground her pelvis against him and leaned up, latching her teeth onto the hard muscle of his shoulder and biting down hard as her climax blasted through her. He began to fuck her harder, plowing through her tight muscles and driving her orgasm until she was whimpering.

  He finally stopped moving all together, the thick head of his shaft just barely inside of her. “Are you okay?”

  She opened her eyes and licked her lips at the sight of the strain on his face as he held himself above her. All that power, all that strength restrained for her pleasure, for her enjoyment. She reached down, grabbed his belt and slung it across his back, grasping it with each hand and moving the leather down so it slid over his ass. She pulled hard and filled herself with him as he gave a startled grunt, then a low moan. Using her leverage, she could force him to move in spite of his dominant position.

  “Fuck, Mistress, you kill me.”

  She smiled and leaned up, her arousal beginning to build again, and she needed to make this as good for Ryan as it was for her. She licked along his neck, tasting the salt of his sweat as he drove into her, letting her set the pace with the belt across his ass. When she bit him, he stiffened and she tilted her hips so his rock hard pelvis rubbed against her clit with each stroke, making her moan at the delicious sensation as he stretched her anew with each plunge of his hips. Normally, it took a while for her arousal to reach the level where she could come again, but with Ryan moving on top of her, his deep moans vibrating through her body and his huge dick powering into her, she soon found herself meeting his thrusts hard enough that their bodies smacked together.

  He took her mouth in a hungry clash of lips and teeth, then pulled back and looked into her eyes as he whispered, “My Mistress.”

  Pure, unadulterated pleasure tingled through every inch of her body as his reverent tone stroked across her soul like his body moved over her skin. He leaned up, the angle making her pussy tighten on him until he had to fight to pull out of her. The world became nothing but them, their heat, and their need as they strove to reach their release together. His movements became jerky and he pulled his mouth away from hers, licking and sucking at her neck hard enough that it hurt. Bright sparks of pleasure filled her and she pulled as hard as she could on the belt, taking him fully within her overstretched sex.

  “Come with me,” she urged and squeezed her pussy hard around his cock, working herself on that rigid length as he stiffened against her.

  His teeth sank into the sensitive skin of her neck where it met her shoulder and she screamed, ecstasy detonating in her blood and driving her mind right from her body. She was vaguely aware of his answering roar of pleasure but her release overwhelmed her to the point that she was sure she blacked out. He shoved himself into her, grinding her ass into the couch as he began to come and she swore she could feel each throbbing pulse of his cock as he filled her up with his seed.

  He stilled at last, and a hard shudder wracked his body before he collapsed partially on top of her, his breath hot against her neck and their bodies sticking together with their sweat. She let out a long, low sigh while her bones dissolved in contentment, only barely aware that she was caressing Ryan’s face with her fingertips. He began to gently kiss her shoulder and she smiled at the soft touch, pleasant little tingles moving through her and making her sheath contract around his still hard cock.

  With a flinch followed by a groan he pulled himself from her body and she shivered, missing him inside of her. Before she could protest, he reached up and pulled a blanket from a nearby chair then grabbed a pillow that had fallen to the floor. Too blissed out to complain she let him snuggle them both on the couch together with her facing the fire while he wrapped himself around her. With the soft blanket covering her and Ryan’s presence surrounding her in every way possible she gave in to the sudden and overwhelming exhaustion as it pulled her down into a dreamless sleep.

  Chapter 2

  Ryan slumped in the black leather chair at his computer desk in the dimly lit study of his home and looked out into the darkness of his back yard to the moonlit water beyond. He was on his fourth glass of whiskey on the rocks, hoping that the alcohol would ease the dull ache in his chest, but so far, no luck. The only thing drinking had done was make him even more depressed over his love life, or lack thereof. After taking another gulp of the now watered-down whiskey, he set the glass on his computer desk and ran his hands over the short hair on his head.

  He’d decided to start growing his hair back, wanting Emma to have something to grab onto while he pleasured her - if he ever got the chance to see her again. It had been close to two weeks since Emma bolted from his house while he slept, and she hadn’t returned any of his calls or emails. To say his heart ached was like saying a kick in the nuts from a pro soccer player tickled. He was completely and utterly miserable. More than that, he was really starting to get worried about Emma.

  The connection he felt with her while they made love - it was making love - had blown him away. He’d never, ever felt anything even close to the pure pleasure of being inside of her, moving with her, feeling her pussy clench around his cock while she came. Beyond the mind-blowing physical sensations, the emotional connection he felt when looking into her eyes and seeing the vulnerable beauty of her soul struck him on an entirely different level. She’d marked him so deep he didn’t think any woman could ever take her place. No, he knew no woman could ever even c
ome close to Emma - his glorious and oh-so-emotionally-damaged Mistress.

  He was desperate to talk to her, to know that she was all right, which led him to being one mouse click away from going way the fuck over the line and invading her privacy. Yeah, what he was contemplating was probably better than camping outside of her apartment and hanging out in the parking lot until he saw her, or hiding in the bushes and watching her with binoculars through her window, but not by much. Even with all he’d had to drink, his guilt still ate at him. Not that this was his first invasion of her privacy this week. He’d hacked into the computer system at Kiss of Blue yesterday to see if Emma had exchanged any emails with Moira, and she had. What he’d read made him feel like a total dick, yet he couldn’t deny that a selfish part of him was happy Emma had canceled all of her appointments last week and most of this week, pleading that she was sick. Moira hadn’t bought Emma’s excuses and neither did Ryan.

  In his heart of hearts, he knew Emma was canceling because she’d had sex with him and because she had feelings for him. While he was happy about that, he wasn’t happy about how much it was disturbing her life. There was no way in hell she’d ever see him again, not when it was costing her the money she so desperately needed to help her parents out, especially if her dating him resulted in her inability to work. Guilt ate at him as he glanced back at his computer screen, staring at the monitor and hating himself for doing what he was about to do, but unable to stop himself as he clicked the button to open his link to the Kiss of Blue security cameras.

  He had to see her, had to know she was all right, because if she wasn’t, he was showing up at her door tomorrow morning and he was not going away until he made sure she was okay.

  Emma was seeing a client tonight and he had to watch, had to know what would happen even though he knew this was so fucking wrong, but with all the whiskey flowing through him he found it easier and easier to justify his actions.

  He’d hacked into the security system at her work and installed a back door into the program that would allow him to access the video surveillance system at Kiss of Blue. He watched Emma come in and exchange a brief greeting with Tanya before disappearing into the office area of the dungeon which had no security cameras, not really giving him a chance to see her face or figure out if she was okay. Or at least that was his excuse for why he continued to wait for Emma to reappear on his screen.

  Ryan watched the foyer, waiting for the man who would come in and serve his woman, give Emma the pleasure that he was dying to give her, earn a smile from her that should belong to Ryan. Jealousy burned through him, but there was also a disturbing thread of arousal at the thought of watching Emma top another man. As if his brain wasn’t fucked up enough about Emma, he now had to deal with his own desires that went against everything he thought he knew about himself. Yeah, he’d had threesomes before, but that was way different from watching his woman sexually touch another man while he wasn’t there, even if it was her job. Yet, he couldn’t deny how hard his cock was at the thought of watching Emma do just that.

  Fuck, he needed a therapist and another drink.

  The front door of the Kiss of Blue dungeon opened to admit a clean-cut, conservative, middle-aged couple, both dressed in well-made tan trench coats. The woman was a tall, slim redhead with artfully mussed hair, and the man was well-built and had short, dark hair with hints of silver and an easy smile. Ryan leaned forward and studied them, surprised to see a woman and a man together. And they were together. Their affection for each other was obvious in the way they held hands and the wedding bands on their fingers. Of course, they could be a couple cheating on their spouses but he didn’t think so. They moved in a way that only people who’d been together a long time managed, like they were extensions of each other.

  Tanya greeted them as Jenny and Adam and exchanged pleasantries before she directed them to the room where Emma would meet them. Ryan tracked their movements through the dungeon until they opened the door to the room Tanya had specified and went inside. When he saw the room he couldn’t help but smile. They were in a well-stocked playroom with just about every BDSM implement one could imagine hanging from the walls or arranged on a black velvet covered table, the metal gleaming like jewelry. The only equipment in the room was a spanking bench that was particularly well-designed for the submissive’s comfort and a large chair on an elevated platform with two steps leading up to it in the corner of the room.

  Having been strapped down to more than one bench spanking bench himself during his training, Ryan could appreciate how the bench in the dungeon was designed. There was a raised, padded center section covered in black leather big enough to fit a person’s torso from groin to mid-chest. A curved, padded half-circle at the top of the bench, also covered in black leather, resembled the face rest for a massage table, allowing the person strapped to the bench to rest their head without straining their neck or back. Behind the small raised platform were two long, narrow padded extensions of the bench where the legs could be strapped. These extensions could be raised, lowered, or spread apart. Ryan could imagine what it would feel like to be strapped down there, held for Emma’s experienced touch. His cock throbbed and he resisted the urge to touch himself.

  He wasn’t watching this to get off, he was watching to make sure Emma was okay.

  Yeah, right.

  The couple was laughing, and he turned up the volume before grabbing his drink and draining the last of the whiskey, eager to hear what they were saying even as he felt like a total douche bag for spying on them.

  The redheaded woman, still dressed in her trench coat, gave her husband an excited smile. “Are you ready for this, babe?”

  Adam laughed softly and gathered her into his arms, their love for each other obvious in the way they smiled, and Ryan’s heart ached anew for Emma.

  “Yep. Just go easy on me.”

  “Easy on you?” Jenny lifted her chin and something about her stance, the way she held herself changed and a frisson of desire moved through Ryan. “I’m not here to learn how to be easy on you. I’m here to learn how to give you the dominance we both love. The dominance you crave. On your knees until Mistress Emma gets here. Present.”

  Adam let out a little groan as his wife released him and took a step back as she loosened the belt on her coat, a groan Ryan echoed as he realized this wouldn’t be a dual submissive couple, but apparently a new Domme and her submissive husband. Ryan reached down and adjusted his cock behind his now too-tight jeans, moving his chair close to the monitor while the redhead slowly removed her jacket, revealing her trim body clad in a sexy bit of black lace lingerie that had Ryan licking his lips.

  Black lace panels that barely covered her breasts attached to a black lace thong. The top portion of the lingerie looped around her neck like a halter, and when she walked around Ryan got to appreciate the firm jiggle of her buttocks in the thong back of the outfit.

  “You look amazing,” Adam whispered. Jenny smiled while she trailed her fingers through his short hair.

  The door opened before she could respond. When Emma sauntered into the room she made the redhead look like a little girl playing dress-up. A ball-tightening rush of lust raced through Ryan’s blood as he took in his beloved Dominatrix and almost came in his pants. Tonight, she wore a tight, sparkling blue latex mini dress with puffy sleeves. The dress ended well above the bottom of her ass where it was gathered into points attached to a pair of white fishnet thigh highs with blue latex bands at the top. The dress was so brief that he could easily see her exposed pussy with its downy golden hair and the white latex waist corset was cinched down tight enough to give her a ball clenching hourglass shape. Her breasts hung lush and heavy above the corset behind sheer white mesh, and Ryan wished with all his heart that he was there right now, begging for her touch instead of the lucky bastard on his knees.

  To Adam’s credit, he didn’t gawk at Emma, but Ryan could see him stealing glances at her and that brought on a weird mix of jealousy, anger, and hard desire.
At the same time, Ryan wanted to both beat the other man’s ass for having what he couldn’t and to kneel next to the other man and await the women’s pleasure.

  Jenny smiled at Emma, and Ryan ached as he watched her give his Mistress a soft kiss. There was nothing as flat out fucking beautiful as two women together. He massaged his cock again, wondering how many times he would jerk off while watching them and prayed at the same time that Emma might give him a call after her session tonight.

  If he was right, she planned on indulging herself with the couple. He hoped it would mellow her out and reassure her that she still had enough control of her life to do her job and see Ryan.

  The women broke apart and directed a look at the man on his knees that made chills race up and down Ryan’s spine. Dominance radiated from them, and even though he knew she was still new at this, there was something about Jenny that screamed Domme. Ryan sat back with a shuddering sigh and let himself pretend he was there in that room with them, that Emma was looking at him with such heat, and he was about to enjoy the touch of the most beautiful woman in the world again even as his heart ached because he wasn’t the one getting ready to serve her needs.

  Emma took a deep breath and gathered her concentration then held Jenny closer, taking in her floral scent before whispering against her ear, “You ready for this, honey?”

  She turned in Emma’s arms and her body trembled faintly. They were about to take a big step in her training and Jenny was nervous, not that Emma could blame her. The type of play she was going to teach the couple required an immense amount of trust on Adam’s part and Jenny was afraid of screwing it up due to her inexperience. Part of the thrill and responsibility of being a Domme was making a scene as good for her submissive as humanly possible, to be able to go beyond the ordinary and make it extraordinary. Add to that the fact that Adam had been fantasizing about this particular kink for years and Jenny felt like she had a lot to live up to.