Second Touch (Emma's Arabian Nights, #2) Page 9

  All thought faded, and when Tanya cried out against him, begging for relief, pleading to come, he jerked at his restraints, wanting to touch the small female body pressed against his, to give her the climax she so obviously needed. He moved his thigh forward and pressed it between her legs, allowing her wet, swollen sex to grind against his thigh muscles.

  She froze, then begged in a broken voice, “Master, may I orgasm?”

  “No,” came Master Chris’s sharp reply.

  A moment later, a searing line of pain bit across Ryan’s leg below where Tanya’s ass rested. He had to grit his teeth, then cried out when the flogger whacked across his ass hard enough that he wondered if he was bleeding.

  “Did I tell you to move? Did I tell you to allow Tanya to hump your leg? Did I?” Emma said in a hard voice.

  Shame immediately filled him and he removed his leg from between Tanya’s thighs. “No, Mistress.”

  Chapter 7

  Ryan turned his head so his face pressed against Tanya’s sweetly scented hair as disgrace filled him. He hadn’t been thinking about his Mistress’ pleasure, instead focusing on his own need to help the submissive pressed against him find her release. A hard ball of shame formed in his stomach and the pain that had been held at bay by the pleasure overwhelmed him, making his body ache and burn. Emma was no longer flogging him, but he knew by the jerks of Tanya’s body against him Master Chris was still working her over. But Ryan’s earlier pleasure, his mindless enjoyment of the moment, was gone as self-disgust filled him at failing his Mistress. The butt plug was pulled from his body, and even though he welcomed the sting as punishment for his transgression, it also left him feeling strangely empty.

  He had no idea how long he hung there, feeling like shit. Master Chris tossed away the cane with a harsh clatter against the floor and pressed his body against Tanya’s, pinning her between them. With a firm grip he clasped the back of Ryan’s neck and pulled him closer so his lips brushed against Ryan’s ear. “I suggest you apologize to your Mistress. Now.”

  With that, he leaned back and unhooked Ryan’s wristbands from the frame. The lack of support made Ryan stumble back a step and brace his legs, his lungs heaving and the muscles of his arms and shoulders burning. When he turned to find Emma, he spotted her sitting in the chair Moira had occupied. The redheaded Dominatrix and her submissive were now making use of a padded black table on the other side of the room where she was busy attaching clothes pins to the front of the sub’s body, including his cock.

  Refusing to be distracted by the sight, Ryan took a step towards Emma, who was watching him with a cold expression. He stopped and dropped to his knees, crawling to her and trying to think of what he could do to let her know how sorry he was.

  By the time he reached her feet he still had no idea how to appease her, but he knelt before her with his head down and his thighs spread, his cock now limp between his legs, as he struggled to think of the right thing to say. The best he could come up with was, “Please forgive me, Mistress.”

  “For what?” Her tone was sharp enough to flay his soul.

  “For putting my pleasure ahead of yours.”

  “Was it your pleasure, or Tanya’s that you were putting before mine?”

  He swallowed hard. “It was my own.”

  “How so?”

  “Because making her orgasm, relieving her need, would make me feel good about myself. I like helping women, I like giving them what they need. In my selfishness it didn’t occur to me that it would hurt you, and I’m very sorry, Mistress. The last thing I want to do is hurt you, ever, and I beg you to forgive me, punish me, just please don’t leave me.” He’d be embarrassed over how desperate he sounded, but the thought of Emma leaving him scared him more than any mortification or humiliation from revealing himself like this to not only Emma and the people in the room, but to the crowd watching outside.

  For long moments the music was the only sound between them, broken by an occasional tortured moan from the submissive Moira was working over.

  Finally, Emma sighed and leaned forward to cup his face, making him look up at her. The anger was still there in her beautiful eyes, but so was compassion and a deep tenderness he didn’t dare name. “Ryan, I’m not going to leave you for doing what your nature demands. You love women, you love pleasing them, and I’ve been a Mistress long enough to know that when submissives are in their subspace they aren’t using their rational mind to think, rather reacting on instinct, and your instinct is to care for women. Now, I’m not saying that you didn’t piss me off, I’m a jealous Mistress as you know, but I wouldn’t leave you for something as petty as that.”

  His heart sang and he was vaguely alarmed at how much power Emma had over him, but at the same time he loved it. Loved that he’d put his trust in a woman worthy of it. “Thank you.”

  The pink bow of her full lips curved into a small smile. “Don’t thank me yet. You haven’t heard your punishment.”

  He kissed her inner wrist. “I’ll do anything to chase those shadows from your eyes, Mistress. It kills me that I made you doubt my devotion to you.”

  Her gaze flicked over his shoulder and she nodded slightly before returning her attention to him. “Kneel up with your legs spread.”

  A moment later Moira’s submissive was at their side, his hard cock covered in clothespins as he placed a pillow between Ryan’s thighs. Before he could question what was going on Tanya slid between his legs, her face flushed and gaze distant, with her mouth right below his cock. Movement came from behind and he turned to watch Master Chris, now with his pants open and his sizable dick out, sliding between Tanya’s legs behind Ryan. To his surprise, he noted that Tanya had died her pubic hair a cotton candy pink to match the hair on her head.

  His gaze jerked back to Emma as Tanya began to mouth his balls. “Mistress?”

  The look in her eyes was positively evil as she smiled at him while slowly raising the skirt of her dress, revealing a pair of white garters holding up her nude stockings and the golden fuzz above her very wet pussy. “You will pleasure me, Ryan, while Tanya sucks your cock as Master Chris fucks her. But you will not come. That is your punishment.”

  A startled noise escaped him before he could stop it as Tanya took his semi-erect cock into her mouth and swallowed him down until his pubic bone pressed against her nose. “Fuck.”

  “Indeed,” Emma purred. “Tanya has absolutely no gag reflex and loves breath play so Master Chris will keep an eye on her to make sure she doesn’t pass out. Tilt your hips back so she can get a better angle, then eat my pussy.”

  He actually swayed at the eroticism of the moment, then tried to steel himself as he bent forward and began to gently kiss the line where Emma’s thigh high stocking met her bare skin. He needed to ignore Tanya, ignore Master Chris and focus on pleasuring his Mistress. Emma sighed and moved her bottom closer to the edge of the chair. The rich musk of her arousal filled his senses and he took a deep breath, loving her scent. Licking his way slowly over her inner thigh, he tensed when Master Chris grabbed his shoulders with both hands, using Ryan to hold onto while he fucked Tanya. The pink haired submissive was sucking Ryan with little whimpering moans, the vibrations against his cock driving him crazy.

  “Come as much as you want, my pretty girl,” Master Chris growled. “Come for your Master.”

  With a start Ryan realized he’d probably pissed off the other man by trying to make his submissive orgasm without his permission. Ryan would be fucking livid if anyone had done that with Emma, but in his arrogance, he’d assumed that he had the right to make Tanya climax. He paused and nuzzled his face against the ultra-soft skin where Emma’s thigh and pussy met. “Mistress, I need to apologize to Master Chris for touching his property. Would you please punish me for it?”

  Emma shivered against him and his own excitement soared as he watched her pussy clench with need. “Moira, hand Chris the butt plug I used on Ryan earlier and some lube.”

  He froze, not having considered that
Emma would go that far. Ryan expected to be flogged or whipped, but not this. He didn’t know if he could handle it. When he looked up at Emma he found her watching him carefully, evaluating him, silently asking him if he could handle this. He swallowed hard and pressed his face against her thigh, wanting to please her, wanting to trust her to take him wherever she wanted him to go. It was easy to obey her when she wanted him to do things he liked, the true test of submission came when she asked him to do things he was uncomfortable with, or in this case downright panicked about doing.

  When Chris began to work the lube into Ryan’s already sore ass he had to grit his teeth against the urge to jerk away from the other man, but with Tanya still sucking his dick like it was her favorite treat he was almost helpless against the additional arousal of being fingered by a man who clearly knew what he was doing. With unerring accuracy he found Ryan’s prostate and began to stroke him there.

  “Oh fuck, that’s hot,” Emma moaned and grabbed the back of Ryan’s head, forcing his face to her sopping wet sex. “Milk him for me, Chris, make him feed Tanya.”

  He couldn’t help but groan as Master Chris laughed and continued his torment, adding a second finger into Ryan’s ass and increasing the burn even as Tanya had a very loud orgasm with Ryan’s cock still trapped in her hot little mouth. She was able to take most of his dick down her throat, which was more than any other woman had ever managed, and that combined with taking his first full lick of Emma’s cream had him hovering on the edge of orgasm.

  “Easy,” Master Chris said in a soothing voice. “Control your body for your Mistress’s pleasure.”

  Despite his soft words he continued to stroke Ryan’s prostate, sending out bursts of pleasure as his dick fed Tanya an almost continuous stream of precum. Striving to get hold of himself, Ryan didn’t fuck around with eating his woman’s cunt. He immediately wrapped his lips around Emma’s very hard little clit and suckled her, lashing his tongue over the tip. Emma’s breath came out in a harsh whoosh and she grabbed frantically at the back of his head, but he wasn’t moving until she came for him. When her clit quivered beneath his tongue, he slipped two fingers into her pussy and enjoyed the way she clenched down on him right before she came with a harsh scream.

  The way her slick cunt milked his fingers was torture, merging with the way Tanya was coming again with his dick in her mouth, silently urging him to spill down her throat. She sucked him like she was ravenous for his cum and a harsh sweat broke out over his body as he strained to hold back. The taste of Emma flooded his tongue and he sealed his mouth over her pussy, licking up every drop he could get while he trembled. Master Chris had removed his fingers and now the plug was being shoved into his ass again at the same rhythm that Master Chris was fucking Tanya.

  “Such a tight ass,” the other man growled. “Please keep pissing off your Mistress so I can fuck it someday.”

  Ryan could only groan, trying to fight the fact that the idea of Chris fucking him turned him on. He began to attack Emma’s g-spot, earning himself another orgasm as she yelled out his name and writhed against his lips. His world lost focus as he became overwhelmed by the sensual tableau that he was a part of and by the ache that now filled his entire body with the need to fuck, to come. Almost against his will he began to slide his dick in and out of Tanya’s mouth, her desperate whimpers and moans killing him even as he drove Emma to another orgasm. When he looked up he found Emma’s gaze focused on him and the pleasure he saw there, the adoration, pushed him closer to an edge he fought with all his might.

  Ryan tried to think of programming, of statistics, of Santa fucking his third grade teacher, but nothing was helping him curb the need to release.

  She licked her lips and undulated her hips against his mouth. “When Master Chris comes you may fuck me.”

  He braced his arms against the sides of the chair and began to press back into Master Chris’ thrusts with the butt plug and the other man let out a low groan. Laying his head on Emma’s thigh he closed his eyes and gave himself over to the male Dominant, the stroke of his Mistresses’ fingers against his cheek helping him lose himself in the moment. A few seconds later Master Chris set his teeth into Ryan’s shoulder and bit down, groaning hard and deep as he emptied himself into Tanya’s pussy. The pain should have killed Ryan’s arousal, instead he found himself shaking with the effort to avoid spilling himself into the climaxing woman below him.

  The moment Master Chris released his teeth from Ryan’s shoulder, he looked up at Emma, his need to fuck her now pushing him into an unthinking, savage territory in his mind he’d never experienced before. A purely primal craving to take her drove him to lift her from the seat with a snarl.

  “Wrap your legs around me,” he ground out as he moved just far enough to press her back against the wall.

  She did as he instructed, and without his urging, lined up his cock so it tucked against the entrance to her body. “Take me, Ryan. Fuck me. I’m yours.”

  To his shock, tears actually burned his eyes at the quiet reverence of her words. He slid his aching dick into her hot, tight pussy and lost his fucking mind. If he thought his need was animalistic before it was nothing in comparison to the feel of actually filling up his Mistress, the heat of her pussy burning his painfully hard cock. He fucked her hard and fast with savage thrusts that forced her to brace her hands against the wall and had her screaming out his name as she came again.

  He needed to brand her, to own her because she owned him. “Take it, Emma, take all of me. Yours, all yours.”

  “Ryan,” she whispered and wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him as he fucked her.

  Everything inside of him, every cell of his body and the energy of his soul seemed to flare to life and he shuddered. “Please let me come.”

  “Give it to me,” she moaned and clung to him.

  At the first fluttering contraction of her pussy gripping him as she found her release yet again, he finally let go and almost passed out as the first intense surge of pleasure shredded the remnants of his sanity. The butt plug still in his ass, the sting of his sweat on the welts covering his back, buttocks, and upper thighs, the taste of Emma still on his lips and her scent filling his nose destroyed him. He couldn’t help the roar that tore from his chest, couldn’t help the way he slammed himself hard enough into her soft body that Emma gave a sharp scream, and he could no longer restrain the need to let her know exactly how much she meant to him.

  As his orgasm went on and on, he crushed her to him and whispered against her neck, “I love you. God help me, I love you so much.”

  She let out a pained moan and hugged to him so tight he had trouble drawing a breath as she said in a tear filled voice, “God help us both because I love you and it’s going to destroy me.”

  Chapter 8

  Emma let Ryan help her into his car, her emotions beyond drained and her mind whirling. He loved her and she loved him, and she couldn’t be more unhappy about it if she tried. She hated, absolutely hated that she couldn’t revel in the joy of being in love, instead, it was being poisoned by her fucked up life. Ryan deserved so, so much better and she was afraid she was going to break their hearts with her weakness.

  Ryan slid into the driver’s side and turned the car on, the Camaro’s big engine giving a throaty growl. He looked over at her and reached out, ignoring the way she flinched away from him. “Easy, baby. It’s okay.”

  She looked over at him, unable to stop the tears that had been threatening. “Is it, Ryan? Is it really? Because from where I stand we’re pretty much fucked.”

  His lips pressed together in a firm line and all she could do was look at him. She wanted to wrap herself around him, take in the endless strength that seemed to flow from him, and lose herself in his love. But, she couldn’t help but think of how tomorrow she’d start seeing her regular clients again, having avoided them as long as she could. She would betray Ryan over and over, and the thought made her sick. Her stomach cramped up and she curled forward, resting her
head on the cool dash as she wrapped her arms around herself, fighting the waves of nausea.

  “Hey, are you okay?”

  “No. No, I’m not.” She took a deep breath and let it out in a shaky exhale. “Oh, Ryan, what am I going to do?”

  “Let me love you and live happily ever after with me?”

  His attempt at humor fell flat and she wanted to rage at him that this wasn’t funny, that he didn’t have to go touch some other woman tomorrow in the name of work. How long would he put up with her job before he left her? How long until he tore her heart from her chest and betrayed her as she was forced to betray him? And why couldn’t she find the strength to resist him?

  He cleared his throat. “Your jacket is beeping.”

  Without looking she leaned back and rested her head against the seat. “It’s just my phone.”

  “Don’t you want to see who called? It drives me bug shit in an OCD way to hear a phone beep and not check my messages.”

  She cracked her eyes open and looked at him, his concern apparent even in the dim light from the dash.

  “Are you serious?”

  He gave her an odd look, then shrugged and turned back to look through the windshield. “Sorry, it’s just one of those things that irritate me. I mean it could be important or it could be a telemarketer, you never know.”

  The phone beeped again and she sighed, hauling her jacket on her lap then digging her phone out of her pocket. When she saw that she had eleven missed calls from her parents and more from her sisters, aunts, and cousins, she froze. “Fuck.”

  He glanced over at her before returning his attention to the road. “Something wrong?”