Slice of Desire, page 21
I run my thumb over his head, enjoying the way he rocks against my hand. He’s long with a bit of a curve, the bulbous head swelling the more I tease him. There’s a bead of precum at his tip as I move, and delicately I lean over and swipe my tongue over it. He moans, one hand moving to rest on the edge of the hot tub behind me.
Pride swells inside me that I can get a response from him. Even after this shitty night and horrific weekend, he still responds to me.
Leaning closer, I slide the head of his dick between my lips. He hisses and I feel his hand fisting my loose hair, the ends already soaked from the water. “That’s my girl.”
Emeric calls me a lot of things, but hearing him call me his anything might be my favorite. And his girl makes my thighs clench together again. Wrapping my hand firmly around his cock, I slide him further into my mouth and begin to bob my head.
He grunts, green eyes practically glowing as he watches me in the night. With the porch lights on and the stars above, Emeric could be an artist's masterpiece against the dark sky. His hand in my hair urges me to go deeper, and for each thrust it gets a bit harder to look up at him.
When I start gagging after the fifth stroke, his hand leaves my hair to grab my chin, keeping my head at the angle it’s at. “Relax your throat. Let me fuck your mouth.”
I moan, my legs falling open in the water. I’m not sure I can last through much of a throat fuck, but I’ll try anything in this moment. His eyes glint as he rocks deeper into my throat, making me gag. I can feel my eyes water each time he goes deeper, but there’s a hooded look to his eyes that tells me he doesn’t want to take it easy.
“Flatten your tongue,” he grunts, and I do as he says. “There’s my girl.”
I moan, and when I’m momentarily distracted by the feel he pushes deep and starts fucking into me hard, my body arching as his cock slides down my throat.
It’s the hand on the back of my head that keeps me in place, my hands scrambling on his thighs. My palms come up to slap his thighs in surprise, and he looks down but doesn’t stop.
“Do it again, little one, and I’ll ease up if you can’t handle it.”
Is that a challenge? I narrow my eyes, feeling the surprise tears trip from the corners as he continues pumping into me. I wouldn’t be able to handle this if he wanted to go until he cums, but I’m not one to quit.
“Then take what I give you.”
He shoves deep again, and I’m learning to follow his suggestions. Flattening my tongue and hollowing my cheeks helps, and the hot water splashing as he moves keeps my senses buzzing.
“Let’s test out that sensory thing, shall me?”
Every time I think he’s going to forget about that, he surprises me. I didn’t know I had such a thing for being deprived, but each time he’s tried -
I jerk against him when he pinches my nose, the hand in my hair never moving. I release the seal of my lips around his dick, but it’s still hard to breathe.
“If you think smell is the only thing I’d take from you, you’re mistaken. You’ll breathe when I allow it tonight, little one. Keep sucking me.”
My eyes roll even as my lungs rebel, and I can’t figure out when I became such a glutton for punishment. He continues to fuck my face for what feels like a lifetime as I gasp for breath, but in reality it’s likely only been a handful of seconds.
When he releases my nose I gasp, and a moment later he frees the back of my head and slides his dick free. I cough, pressing a hand to my chest as I try to recover.
My head is doing that fuzzy thing I like when I’m overwhelmed. It leaves me in a dazed, contented state, and all I can imagine is what Emeric’s going to do next.
His eyes flash as he watches me, grasping my arm to tug me off the seat. “The dazed feeling? That’s subspace. It’s a place you go in your mind that lets you experience pure pleasure without the inhibitions of embarrassment or worry. I’m going to keep you there.”
“Please,” I say, but it sounds more like a whimper. He nods, the edges of his lips tilting up, before he spins us so I’m in the middle of the hot tub.
“Lay back,” he instructs, and for a moment I think I’ve heard him wrong. But he just smirks, nodding his head. “Go on. We’re going to submerge you.”
My eyes widen, suddenly fearful. “I don’t want to-”
“Drown?” he interrupts with a raised brow. “That’s not the point. Lie back. I’m going to turn on the bubbles. It’s another form of sensory denial.”
I only hesitate for a moment before I see him grabbing the remote, and I give in. He hasn’t led me astray yet.
Emeric guides me to float on my back, pressing on my forehead until my ears are submerged. I’ve floated in plenty of pools and never felt like I’m denying myself anything, so I’m not sure where this is going.
He leans away for a moment, and when he bends over me again there’s a hand towel in his grip. He soaks the sides before placing it over my eyes. “Still with me.”
“Yeah. You’re a little hard to hear underwater but nothing big.”
I think he chuckles, but I refuse to remove the towel once he’s placed it. “That’ll change.”
There’s a rushing noise, and when a bit of water hits the side of my face and starts massaging me, it takes a moment to realize he turned on the jacuzzi and bubbles are hitting me. I stay afloat, noticing that it’s turning everything around me to white noise, and the suspended feeling settles over me.
Emeric’s hands slide up my legs, startling me when he roughly parts my thighs, and the pad of his thumb massages over my clit. I buck against his hand, further upsetting the water, and if he says something I can’t hear him over the noise.
His opposite hand finds first one then the other wrist, pressing them to my torso and keeping me in place. I rock against his hand, wondering if this is the game we’ll play, when the head of his dick nudges me.
There’s no warning. One moment he’s adjusting us, the next he’s filling me with a powerful and rough stroke that makes my body shudder in the water. I try to throw my arms out in response, my back arching, but he keeps my hands firmly locked in his.
I can’t see his eyes, but I imagine they are full of desire.
His hips snap into mine and I cry out, my voice the easiest thing to pick up past the water. When he fucks me, the water splashes across my face, keeping me hypersensitive of what’s happening to my face versus the feel of his dick filling my pussy with every thrust.
“There’s a good girl,” he growls, and I think he’s speaking louder so I can hear. “So wet for Daddy’s cock. You’re my favorite toy to use.”
I cry out, fidgeting in the water, but he’s wrapping one leg around him and the other is shaking as he fucks deep inside me. He’s pressing my thigh open, making it feel like he’s deeper than ever, and even when the water splashes against my cheek and mouth I can’t make myself care.
“Say it,” he growls, his hands flexing on my wrists. The water doesn’t burn my cut like I thought it might, and he’s not digging his hand into the marks at my wrist either. There’s just enough volume to his voice I can hear his gargled voice past the water. “Tell me you’re such a good little fucktoy.”
I scream, rocking against him. “I’m a good little fucktoy!”
His hand releases my thigh, and a moment later a slap hits the sensitive skin here and makes me flail. “Try again, little one.”
The pieces click in place in my head as more water slaps against me. “Your toy! Your toy Daddy. I’m Daddy’s little fucktoy.”
I don’t know when this became something I like, but I can feel how wet I am as his cock easily fucks me, my body eagerly taking anything he offers.
I always knew I had a kink for dominant men, but I didn’ know a Daddy dom was on my radar. Much less that one could make me cum with a fierce slap to my clit.
“Daddy Emeric,” I scream, arching in the water until my face submerges beneath. The towel floats up, and then his hand is on my face pushing it back and I convulse, his cock sliding deeper and deeper inside me.
I’m losing my breath quickly, but he only keeps me under for a moment. His palm holds my face before pulling me up, ripping off the towel, and watching me gasp for air.
My body fights his dick, gasping for air and coughing up the water. There’s a dark smirk on his face like he enjoys watching my suffering, even just a little bit. “I told you, little one. You breathe when I allow it. And you cum when I please.”
He finally releases my wrists, and I immediately scramble for a handhold in the water. The jacuzzi is just wide enough and we’re in the middle so I can’t touch the edges to grab anything with my legs floating in the water. I moan, the little waves around me splashing across my face, and even as I try to catch my breath I can’t stop moaning for more.
He’s too good at this. I cry out when he slaps my clit again, making me twitch against his bare cock.
“I want to fill up my girl's pussy,” he growls, sliding his hand from my clit to my throat. He holds me aloft in the water, my vision blurred through the splashes as he stares down at me. “I want you dripping cum when I pull out of you.”
There’s no question in my mind. I threw caution to the wind long ago with him. “Please, give me all you have. I want your cum, Daddy Emeric.”
My dirty talk experience is nonexistent, but it doesn’t seem to matter when I’m so lost in the moment that the words tumble from my lips unbidden.
His eyes flash again, and I can’t believe how turned on I am from a nickname. One hand comes up to squeeze over his at my throat, the other moving to my clit. When he sees my intentions he grabs my wrist, continuing to fuck deep inside me as he traces the path of my thumb as I tease myself.
“Such a good girl. Cum when I do, little one.”
My eyes roll when he shoves deeper, harder, faster, making me twitch and gasp around the water. A moment later he shoves as deep as he can, his hips shaking as he buries himself to the hilt.
I cry out, the sound more of a sob than anything, and shake against him as he forces the last orgasm from me. His fingers are more insistent than mine, and he continues to massage my clit long after my orgasm sweeps through me.
He stays inside me longer than normal. His dick is so deep I know I’ll feel the reminder of him later.
Emeric moans, watching me with those bright eyes, and wraps his arm around me. The other slides to my back, and I’m in too much of a daze to question what he’s doing until he lifts me from the water and sets me on the edge of the hot tub.
Instantly, my skin pricks with awareness. It’s cool above water, and without it splashing along my chest and stomach I’m freezing. Turning my gaze down, I watch as Emeric slides back until his dick slips out of me just above the water, his hard shaft softening in the open air.
He looks up at me, and I know he isn’t finished. “Push it out.”
“What?” I ask, dazed but surprised. I don’t even know what he means.
“Push. Clench your walls like you’re flexing. You’re so full, little one. I want to see my seed drip back out of you.”
My eyes flutter. I cannot handle another fucking right now if he’s still that turned on, but I do as he requests and clench my muscles, fighting to catch my breath. A moment later I feel it, a weird sensation as something drips slowly out of me.
He grabs my neck, forcing me to look down. The cum is a very pale white, nearly clear, but I can see where I’m making a mess as the spot grows shiny. My legs shake, and I don’t know why I think this is so damn hot.
“Such a good girl,” he growls, swiping a finger over my pussy. I tremble at his touch, and his hand comes away shiny. “Open.”
My eyes widen, but I respond automatically, wanting to make him happy. His eyes watch me as he paints my lips with our mess, before reaching down again and swiping his finger over my tongue. We’re a salty sweet mix I don’t expect, and I’m just beginning to adjust to the sensation when he leans forward and kisses me.
His tongue plays over mine, the piercing making me moan when he surges into my mouth. My hands scramble against him, overwhelmed by the knowledge of what I enjoy.
“We taste good together,” Emeric mutters, speaking against my lips. “Now come on, little one. I’m not finished with you tonight.”
22 Serenity
When I can walk again on Tuesday, I make my way down to my car and go into work late. Yesterday was Memorial Day, and the club was packed for a show I’d forgotten about. Jo and Vinny would book things out far in advance and I guess with so many people having the day off, they wanted to have something for the occasion. The club is extra busy on my day off, but Emeric and I mostly hide out upstairs. A fire play demonstration by experts distracts from the auction.
It’s coming up. The last week of May mocks me, and as I said in my email we’ll contact the people who will go up for auction prior to the event so there’s time to change their minds. We plan on doing a split of new and old members, and we’re trying to keep things as fair as possible for sign ups. Already we have people asking when the auction will be and looking for every detail they can get ahead of time. It’s overwhelming to think about, but at least the idea is soaring.
Since it was my day off, I mostly did busywork and enjoyed Emeric’s company. He didn’t have a class again due to the timing of the show, so the only peace I had in the office was when he went to walk the floor. The little bit of separation was just enough to remind me of what I’m doing, and I damn well enjoy the time I spend with Emeric.
I didn’t have to go into the hospital today or yesterday like I normally would, and Anita texted me to let me know my father is pretending like nothing’s wrong.
But according to Vienna, that’s a lie. She brought her friend over this morning and he spent most of the time making backhanded comments about me. I don’t know why I put up with it, but the reality stings.
Emeric soothes some of that, but he can’t fix everything.
I throw myself into work when I arrive, trying to distract myself from one of the most chaotic weekends of my life. If I sit at home, I’ll stew about my familial problems, and that will make me go crazy. The only time I’m left with my thoughts is when Emeric goes to walk the floor, and by Tuesday I have enough time to myself to overthink things, again.
Instead, I busy myself with work, occasionally checking the messages from Jo. She dodges my questions and asks her own, just like she always has.
It never occurred to me how one-sided Jo is, but she hides things about herself that I didn’t even acknowledge until now. It makes me feel like she knows me, but I know nothing about her.
Jo: Emeric isn’t going to give you the time of day if you aren’t worth a damn. Stop fretting. If he does something dumb I’ll tell Nate to beat him up.
Me: How’s Alastair?
Jo: You know you should talk to someone about Chad, right? If it bothers you, you shouldn’t bottle it all up.
Me: You’re not any fun to talk to when you ignore me, Jo.
Jo: Who’s ignoring you?
I toss the phone aside, looking at the computer screen. We sent the email about Chad, discreetly asking members to let management know immediately if someone’s made them feel uncomfortable or threatened them in any way. I’ve gotten three responses so far and I’m dreading opening them. I try to force my mind elsewhere, but all the problems surrounding me refuse to let my brain relax.
Yesterday, when there was a bit of downtime, he showed me the device that we think Chad used to get that recording. I try to sift through my memories and think if I ever had my bag near him, but the thing is an open top so if I’m not paying attention it’s easy to drop something in there. Paranoia kicked in after that conversation, and I reorganized everything, trying to ensure that there’s absolutely nothing else hidden in there.
Someone knocks on the door, and I sit straighter. It’s weird that they’re knocking when you have to have a code downstairs to get in.
Briefly, thoughts of Chad appear unwanted in my head. But that wouldn’t make sense, and Nate works the bar that’s directly in line with the door. Emeric’s made it more than clear that he’s not going to let something else happen to me.
Every security guard knows about Chad now, and Skai hasn’t come back to the club since that night. I kind of want an excuse to get rid of him, but Jo wants us treading lightly with member termination.
Standing, I march to the door. If it is someone I don’t want to see, I’d rather be prepared. Fisting my phone in my hand, I’m ready to hit them if need be or call for help. Why there’s no peephole up here to remedy Jo’s fears I don’t understand, but I guess they never really updated the office design after opening the club. The doors Emeric wants to update will be the next edition up here aside from his desk.
But when I open it, the girl on the other side gives me a smile and cuts through the worries. “Myla!”
She smiles, stepping into the office where I left space to enter. “I’m guessing your email is about Chad?”
I narrow my eyes, closing the door when she steps in. “Yes.”
Myla looks around, and I wonder if she’s even been in here before. It’s different from the spare rooms we use for sign ups. Her gray eyes peer around as though she’s seeing it for the first time. “I see. I thought maybe… I thought I’d check in with you.”
Surprise shoots through me. I truly don’t know her, but she’s a good friend of Anita’s and I liked her when we were together in the car. I thought all of her problems were because of her ex, not Chad. “I’m doing better.”
There’s no point in mentioning everything that happened after the Chad debacle. He’s just a part of what made my weekend endless.
As if she knows something, Myla sinks down into a chair. She digs her teeth into her bottom lip, the collar she always wears shining in the light. “Okay. I just know it’s a little jarring to know someone took advantage of you. His attack is one I’m familiar with.”
I frown. Chad was weird at the club, and he never even knew I was in the car in the parking lot. “You mean the blackmail?”
