EMMALINE
Somehow, watching James work was almost . . . therapeutic. The way his fingers just flew over the keys – I don’t know. It just drew me in.
It had to be those veins in his hands and arms, though. They moved with every movement he made, and it was sexy as hell. Not to mention the tattoos, how they seemed to wink at me.
“Little one, I can feel you staring,” James said, his eyes not moving from his computer screen, but there was a smirk on his lips. My cheeks reddened. “You’ve been staring for a while now.” He looked over at me. “You okay?”
I nodded. “Yeah – I just – I was in a sort of trance, I guess.” I shrugged. “Sorry,” I apologized.
He laughed. “Little one, I belong to you and only you.” My heart swelled in my chest at his words. “You can stare anytime you’d like.”
My blush deepened at his words. He flashed me a grin before he turned back to his computer screen. I curled up on the couch and grabbed the book I’d been reading in my hands again, opening it up to where I left off.
However, I couldn’t get into the book. Every time I tried, I got thrown right back into that nightmare. All I could picture was Alfonso leaning over me, his hand holding the knife to my neck.
I quickly shut my book and pushed it onto the coffee table, reaching up to cover my face as I tried to calm my breathing, panicked tears springing to my eyes.
“Little one,” James softly called. His hand wrapped around my wrists and pulled my hands down from my face. He frowned at my tears. “What’s wrong?”
I ran my eyes over his face. My heart yearned for him. My mind was begging for him to wipe away everything that Alfonso had done to me.
“I need a session,” I blurted. I needed his control.
James sighed. “Little one, now isn’t a good time. You’re still healing.”
My bottom lip trembled. I squeezed my eyes shut as my hand fluttered to my neck. “Easy,” James soothed. “If I give you a session, it’s not going to be a hard one, baby. I’m going to be gentle.” He gripped my chin, tilting my head back. I opened my blurry eyes to look up at him. “If it’s what you need, then I’ll give it to you,” he promised.
“Please,” I begged him. “It’s just – I can feel—"
He brushed his lips over mine. “Easy now. I know.” He kissed me a little bit harder, relaxing me a tiny bit as he took control, leading me. “I know, little one.”
He quickly stood up and grabbed my hand in his before he pulled me out of the office. After locking the door behind us, he led me up the stairs to the third floor where our room and the playroom were. Once we were inside, he locked the door behind us and walked over to me. “Strip,” he ordered. “You know what position to fall into.”
I obediently got undressed, handing him my clothes as had become our normal ritual. Once I was completely naked in front of him, I dropped down to my knees, placing my hands in front of me to be cuffed together. I locked my eyes on him, never looking at the floor.
I listened as he moved around the room, opening a couple of drawers before he came over to me, a pair of silver cuffs dangling from his index finger. “Arms up,” he ordered.
I placed my arms up, and a moment later, I felt the familiar coolness of the cuff on one of my wrists. “Stand,” he commanded a moment later.
I quickly stood to my feet. He turned me so my back was facing him and pulled my arms down behind my back, cuffing them behind me. My breath hitched in my throat, but I reminded myself that I was no longer at the club.
I was with James.
I was safe.
I stayed in place as I listened to him strip out of his clothes, and then, his naked body pressed to my back, his hard cock resting against my hands. A small moan crawled up my throat. “What’s your safe word, little one?” he asked me.
“Purple, sir,” I instantly replied.
“I should punish you for not answering with an affirmative while I was commanding you a few moments ago.” I swallowed thickly, mentally cursing myself. It was such a simple thing to do, and yet, I hadn’t done so. He skimmed his nose along the column of my throat. My breath hitched. “But you’re having a rough day, little one. I’ll let it slide this once.” He wrapped his hand around my throat and yanked my head back. My eyes instantly locked on his gorgeous, blue ones. “Don’t let it happen again.”
“Yes, sir,” I whispered.
He brushed his lips to my temple. “Good girl.” I bit my lip, resisting the urge to moan. I loved hearing him tell me that I was a good girl – that I was pleasing him by being so obedient.
James gave me structure, something that I found extremely hard to function without. He gave me rules and boundaries – kept me in line. He could never know how much I appreciated that.
“Get on the bed and lay on your left side.”
“Yes, sir.” I obediently moved towards the bed, and with his hand gripping my elbow, I moved onto the bed and laid down on my left side as instructed. He pulled my body towards the edge of the mattress and moved my knees up towards my chest.
I continued watching him as he grabbed something from the foot of the bed. He held up a blindfold a moment later. My eyes locked on his, nervousness ringing in my depths. I wasn’t sure about being blindfolded. My anxiety normally couldn’t handle it. “Easy, little one,” he soothed. “You’re with me,” he reminded me. “I’ll never hurt you, Emmaline.”
Trusting him, I nodded and shut my eyes, allowing him to blindfold me, which made me hyper-aware of everything else going on. So, when his hands suddenly glided over my thighs and down between my legs, I gasped in surprise, a moan falling from my lips.
“I love how wet you always are for me,” James growled. “Such a needy little thing, aren’t you?”
“Yes, sir.” I moaned as he lightly rubbed my clit. “Oh, fuck.”
I whined as he pulled his hands off of me, making me feel lost without him – and cold. A moment later, the sound of something vibrating reached my ears. A loud moan left my lips as he rubbed the vibrator over my clit. I arched my back and moved to open my legs, but James placed a hand on my knees, keeping them together.
“Oh, no, little one. You asked for a session, and you’re going to be a good girl and take what I give you,” he growled.
He kept the vibrator on my clit as he slid his fingers inside of me. “Keep your fucking knees together,” he ordered. I gasped when the vibrations suddenly increased. My lips parted, and a choked sound forced its way from the back of my throat.
“Fuck, little one,” James growled. “You’re so fucking tight in this position.”
I whined, my breathing picking up. I was so lost in what he was doing. My stomach was clenching – so fucking close to tipping over the edge into orgasmic bliss.
“S – sir,” I choked out. “Oh, God,” I sobbed as I tried to hold my orgasm in.
He pulled away from me. I cried out, almost lurching into a sitting position, but his hand wrapped around my throat as he buried himself inside of me. “Now,” he growled.
He slammed into me over and over as wave after wave of my orgasm washed over me. The headboard was slamming against the wall, and the cuffs were cutting into my wrists, but I didn’t care. All I could focus on was James and what he was doing to my body.