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

  She gave a low laugh and whispered in Chris’s ear, “Nope.”

  “Damn.”

  Chris leaned down and kissed the side of Emma’s neck, keeping his eyes on Ryan the whole time. While Emma knew he was doing it just to get a rise out of Ryan - Chris loved provoking male subs - she didn’t like the way Ryan looked like he was about two breaths from kicking the other man’s ass.

  That would not do - at all.

  “Ryan.” He shot her a defiant look, and she decided to nip this problem at the bud. “Attend, now.”

  For a moment he hesitated, then he dropped to his knees in the foyer, his thighs spread and his head down. Her breath caught at how handsome he was, and she loved the internal conflict to remain on his knees she read in his body language. Moira must have liked it as well because she was eyeing Ryan like a tasty treat.

  Emma nodded to Tanya. “Help him remove his jacket.”

  She did so with a visible bounce in her step and Chris chuckled. Tanya and Chris had an open relationship and his kink of choice was watching Tanya enjoy herself with another man, preferably while Chris joined them. An idea came to Emma and she gave Ryan and Tanya a speculative look while the Tanya helped him out of his coat, revealing his big, tight, tattoo-covered muscles beneath the thin mesh of his shirt. Her body flooded with heat and she wanted nothing more than to go over there and tear the shirt from his body like she was unwrapping the best present ever.

  Moira bit her lower lip and looked up at Emma, mouthing the words, “Holy shit.”

  Taking a deep breath, Emma forced herself to relax as she leaned against Chris. “He’s a handful, but he’s mine. Ryan, show Mistress Moira the gift I gave you.”

  He started to stand and she snapped, “Crawl.”

  For a moment he hesitated, then went to his hands and knees and crawled with the fluid grace of a panther stalking its prey. It should have been impossible for a man as well-built as Ryan to move like that, but he did. Tanya was practically eating him alive with her gaze and Emma would have laughed at Moira’s slightly stunned look if she wasn’t feeling equally knocked off her feet. God, he was so fucking sexy it should be illegal.

  When he reached Moira, he knelt again and offered his wrists up with his head lowered. They’d attracted a crowd and Emma did a quick scan of the people around them, noting more than one envious expression as some of the Dommes she worked with got an eyeful of Ryan. She thought for a second she caught a glimpse of Eric, one of her clients, but he was gone before she could take a second look. If he was here, she’d have to let Moira know to keep him away from Ryan. Eric tended to get a bit possessive, and if he tried to fight Ryan, he would end up seriously hurt.

  Moira visibly gathered herself, and the mantle of confidence and strength that marked her as a Mistress fell over her. It always fascinated Emma to see sexual Dominants let that part of themselves rise to the surface, to see the predator they kept so carefully hidden from the rest of the world take control. In Moira’s case, her focus sharpened on Ryan as she slowly looked him over, taking pleasure in both his form and his posture as he knelt before her.

  Keeping his gaze lowered, Ryan raised his wrists up higher for Moira’s inspection, turning his hands so the gleaming, inscribed silver plaque faced the other woman. Moira’s red painted lips moved slightly as she read it, then she looked over to Emma with a pleased smile. “Nice.”

  “Thank you.” She snapped her fingers. “Ryan, come here.”

  This time he didn’t even bother to stand, instead crawling to her. The heavy muscles of his back and shoulders flexed, the tendons in his arms standing out with each move. Moira bit her lip again as she got an eyeful of Ryan’s ass, and more than one woman watching made a little sigh. He quickly reached her, but before kneeling, he paused to place a gentle kiss on the top of each of her feet. The warmth of his lips made her thighs clench. He was a big man, even on his knees. She wanted to rub herself all over his body, mark him with her scent, and enjoy the masculine beauty that was hers for the taking.

  “Ryan, this is my friend, Master Chris. He is an old, dear friend of mine and Tanya’s Master.” Ryan gave her a confused look; she could practically hear him asking her what he should do. “You may greet him.”

  He looked Chris in the eye, the challenge there visible to everyone watching even as he struggled to hide it. “Nice to meet you.”

  “And you.” Tilting his head, Chris looked over at Tanya before returning his gaze to Ryan. “It seems my girl is quite besotted with you.”

  Ryan shot him a hard look, his silent ‘fuck you’ as clear as a bell. When he spoke his voice vibrated with anger. “My Mistress is not your girl.”

  Chris stiffened and Emma leaned down, grabbing the top of Ryan’s ear hard enough to pinch as she said in a low, no-bullshit voice, “Master Chris was referring to Tanya, not me. And even if he was referring to me, it is my place to decide who calls me what. I’m a grown woman, Ryan, and more than capable of taking care of myself. We’ll discuss a fitting punishment for your insolence in a little bit. Now apologize.”

  A hard flush colored Ryan’s cheeks and she was sure it was more from anger than embarrassment. “Forgive me, Master Chris, for my conduct.”

  “Junkyard dog,” Chris murmured just loud enough for Emma to hear before saying in a louder voice, “Interesting how it’s always the male submissives that have the hardest time actually submitting to their Mistresses’ desires. They think they’re serving their Domme by defending them from any perceived insults, not realizing their lack of self-control is actually a worse reflection on their Mistress than anything said to or about her.”

  Flushing harder, Ryan clenched his hands into fists, the delicious muscles of his upper body tight like a coiled spring, but he managed to keep his mouth shut. While she knew Chris was absolutely right, she really didn’t give a fuck what anyone in the room thought about how she did or did not handle Ryan. He wasn’t some pretty trick pony submissive, bowing and scraping without thought, just going through the right motions to appease those watching. For her man, his submission to her was complex, and always changing. Yes, they were still learning each other, but Ryan was a very smart man. She had a feeling that before he let go and truly submitted, his brilliant mind was working overtime, analyzing everything that was said or done, trying to figure out how best to please her.

  While she loved that he tried so hard to make her happy, part of the joy for her being a Mistress was making him happy, helping him totally let go and let her run the show. If he was trying to constantly anticipate her needs and control both himself and the scene in order to meet what he thought her needs were, that would never happen. So, she had to shut his brilliant mind down to enable him to trust her enough to truly submit.

  “Now, back to your earlier statement, yes, Tanya does seem besotted.” Unable to resist teasing Ryan, she cuddled against Chris and smiled at the pink-haired woman. “You know how much Tanya loves her big dicks. My sub is hung like an elephant, and she’s practically salivating at the thought of trying to deep throat him.”

  Tanya blushed prettily while Chris and the rest of the people watching laughed. Eyeing his submissive, Chris snapped his fingers and pointed to the ground next to Ryan. “Present.”

  With a visible bounce in her step Tanya did as she was asked and Ryan twitched, obviously trying to look at the other woman out of the corner of his eye. For all his earlier bluster about not being a virgin, Ryan looked distinctly uneasy, and Emma found she rather liked that. For Ryan, submission wasn’t just about the physical, but also the emotional. Enduring the physical was the easy part for most men, it was the emotional discomfort that really stripped them down to their basics, but it was a delicate balance. If she pushed him out of his comfort zone too far too fast he’d shut down on her, but if she could ease him past his fears, show him that his trust in her was well founded, she’d give him a sexual experience like no other.

  Emma had planned originally on walking around the party a bit, watchin
g Ryan and learning what he would like to do. But now, with Tanya and Ryan kneeling so prettily together before her feet, Emma’s plans for the evening had changed. She wanted to see Tanya try to deep throat Ryan, wanted to watch him struggle against the little pink haired submissive’s oral skills while both she and Chris worked him over together. She’d played with Chris and Tanya often enough that she trusted both of them to respect her boundaries while also enjoying themselves. And she certainly didn’t have to worry about Tanya becoming romantically attached to Ryan. She loved both Moira and Chris with all of her free-spirited heart, but she also took great joy from playing with other submissives.

  Motioning to Moira, Emma looked down at the submissives. “Ryan, Tanya, stay here. I’m going to talk with Master Chris and Mistress Moira.”

  Tanya gave a visible shiver of excitement while Ryan shot her a glance filled with worry. Emma didn’t bother to reassure him because she was never going to leave his sight tonight. To say she was possessive of him was an understatement. While Tanya wasn’t a threat to her relationship with Ryan, some of the other Mistresses here were. They weren’t used to Emma not sharing and she could see more than one friend debating on if they should approach Emma or not. Giving them a hard look that raised more than a few eyebrows, Emma walked over to the entrance of the parlor, keeping her eyes on the kneeling pair as she spoke with Moira and Chris.

  “Chris, I was wondering if you would like to put Tanya and Ryan through their paces together.”

  A big grin lit up Chris’ face, changing him from good looking to devastatingly handsome. “I thought you’d never ask. What do you have in mind?”

  She laid out the details and turned to Moira. “Is that okay with you?”

  The gleam of lust in Moira’s eyes made Emma grin. “Are you kidding me? This is like a wet dream come true. I’ll have a few of my boys get my playroom ready. Oh, a couple of your clients are here, do you want me to keep them away?”

  Emma bit her bottom lip, debating. “No, they can watch, just make sure they know this isn’t an open scene. If things work out like I think they will Ryan will be carrying me out the door when we’re done.”

  Chapter 6

  Despite the thick oriental carpet, the hardwood of the foyer floor beneath was beginning to make Ryan’s knees hurt, but he would be damned if he moved an inch. Master Chris’ earlier statement about embarrassing Emma struck a chord in Ryan and his pride roared to the surface. He knew a lot of people were under the impression that having pride was a bad thing for a submissive, but for Ryan that couldn’t be further from the truth. He had pride in not only himself and his abilities to serve his Mistress, but also in Emma and how fucking good a Domme she was.

  Voices rose from the crowd now watching them and Ryan was grateful he had to keep his gaze on the floor. Most of the comments directed at him were complimentary, but there were a few snide individuals here and there, including one man out of sight to his right, who seemed pissed Ryan was with Emma. A woman berated the man for his jealousy with a sharp, cold tone, but before the man could reply, they moved away from the foyer, their voices lost among the crowd. Every once in a while a distant wail or scream would come from deeper in the house. His mind spun as he tried to imagine all the acts of debauchery being committed in this elegant home.

  Tanya knelt next to him, close enough that he could feel the warmth of her skin against his body and inhale the faint scent of her strawberry perfume. The thought of her deep throating him kept going through Ryan’s mind and he vacillated between arousal and uncertainty. Any man on earth would be turned on by the knowledge that a beautiful woman wanted to give him oral sex, but he didn’t want anyone but Emma. Then again, Emma hadn’t seemed the least bit jealous as she talked about Tanya touching him, so he didn’t know what to make of this. Then there was Master Chris. Ryan knew without any doubt that he didn’t want the handsome blond man touching his Mistress.

  No doubt he and Emma had played together in the past. They had that certain familiarity between them that came from being around each other a lot, and while Ryan didn’t consider him a threat to his and Emma’s relationship, he also didn’t want to watch the arrogant bastard fucking his woman. Emma was speaking intently with both Chris and Moira, likely about something that probably wouldn’t bode well for him. The party itself wasn’t any bigger than ones he’d been to in the past with his trainer, Mistress Dawn, but this seemed more real somehow. Those past experiences had been with a woman he didn’t claim as his so he’d been able to relax and have fun, but with Emma he found himself tense and nervous. He was too anxious about the possibility of fucking this up and losing her. He knew that wasn’t the mindset he needed to be in, but no matter what he tried to think about, he couldn’t break through the growing unease knotting his stomach.

  A few moments later Emma’s pretty feet, now bare, came into his line of sight. With most Dommes he’d found that they used high heels and sexy boots to further their image of strength and dominance, a kind of uniform that established their role as a Mistress. Emma didn’t need a uniform to mark her as a Dominant, it was simply who she was. Even in a classy white silk dress, and in her bare feet, she exuded strength and control just as much as if she was dressed in leather and wore a pair of ass kicking stiletto heels. Not that he didn’t find her sexy when she did wear a pair of thigh-high latex boots, but in a way, he liked her bare feet better. He felt as if he was seeing the real Emma, a woman who could make him fall to his knees and worship her just because of who she was, not what she wore.

  She caressed his cheek, her soft touch bringing him more comfort than he’d expected. “Tanya, Master Chris is waiting for you in the voyeur suite. We’ll be there in a moment. Ryan, stand up and come with me.”

  It took him longer than usual to stand because of his stiff knees, but once he did he looked down at Emma and his heart ached. Instead of giving him a cold bitch look, her gaze was warm and her full, pink lips were curved into a heart stopping smile. She slipped her hand into his and gave it a small squeeze before leading him out of the foyer and into a small, elegant bathroom on the first floor before closing and locking the door behind them.

  She turned to him and continued to hold his hand as she studied him. “Are you okay?”

  Her concern touched him and he nodded. “I’m good.”

  “Ryan, I would like to play with Master Chris and Tanya.”

  He stiffened, fighting his anger. “Yes, Mistress.”

  Rolling her eyes, she smacked his chest with her free hand. “What did I say about honesty?”

  Chagrined, he blew out a harsh breath. “Fine, I don’t want Master Chris touching you. At all. The thought of it makes me want to punch him in the face.”

  Instead of being angry, she gave him a pleased smile. “Good. You’re in luck because Master Chris and I don’t feel that way about each other. Oh, I admit he’s a good looking man, but we’re too dominant to ever have a romantic relationship that would work. Besides, he loves Tanya, and while he enjoys watching her play with others, Tanya would kick him in the balls if he played with another woman. Watching Master Chris do men, on the other hand, Tanya loves that.”

  Ryan gaped at her as his asshole clenched. “No way in hell.”

  Laughing, Emma gave his hand a squeeze. “Don’t worry, Ryan, I won’t let him fuck your ass. Now myself, on the other hand,” she stepped closer and brushed her lips over his jaw, “I will be playing with that fine ass of yours. Maybe even fucking it.”

  His dick hardened as a surge of lust filled him, memories of watching Emma and Jenny work over Adam filling his mind. He’d fantasized about that so many times that just the thought of Emma using a strap-on on him had him practically panting. “Yes, please, Mistress.”

  “Ohhh, you like that thought.” She studied him, then gave him a smile that reminded him of a cat cornering a mouse. “Noted, but we’ll save that for later. You need to get worked up to that point first. Maybe we’ll start with a small butt plug tonight.”
r />   He wanted to press her against the wall and screw her senseless at just the thought of her skilled fingers working a plug into his ass, but he tried to play it cool. “What are your plans for tonight?”

  “I would like to work both you and Tanya over at the same time with Master Chris. You will have to be punished for snapping at Master Chris like you did, that was just poor manners and your insecurity talking, while Tanya will be punished with you for mine and Master Chris’ pleasure. Are you all right with that?”

  “What do you mean by punished?”

  She moved closer to him and purred, “It means that I plan on giving you pain then twisting that pain into pleasure while you service me. And I’m sure you remember from our little spanking session with Tanya how much pain turns her on. We won’t go past any of your hard limits, but I am going to push your comfort zones and Tanya will touch you.”

  “I don’t want to have sex with Tanya.”

  “I know that, but it’s good to hear you say it.” She leaned up and brushed her lips over his. “Trust me, Ryan. I would never let anyone ride that big dick of yours except me.”

  “Fuck,” he whispered against her lips, said dick aching to be inside of her. “Do we have time for a quickie?”

  Laughing, she stepped back and shook her head. “Bad boy. Come on, they should have everything ready for us.”

  “Wait, what’s the protocol for this scene?”

  “The protocol?”

  “Yeah. Whenever I did a public scene with Mistress Dawn we always discussed how she expected me to behave.”

  Jealousy flashed through Emma’s sky blue eyes and her full lips thinned. “I expect you to be respectful and honest, and to do what you’re told. You have your safeword and I expect you to use it.” She tightened her grip on his hand. “And I do not want to hear that woman’s name on your lips again.”