Second Touch (Emma's Arabian Nights, #2) (12 page)

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.”

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?”

“Hold on.” She quickly called her parents’ house, a quick check showing that it was close to midnight on a Thursday night. Her parents would normally be in bed by now, but she hoped they would answer. Thousands of terrible things went through her mind, situations involving death and accidents, rape and murder. She blindly reached out and grabbed Ryan’s hand without thought, needing his strength to help her through whatever tragedy she was about to face.

It only took two rings before her mother picked up, “Emma!”

The sound of people laughing and talking loud came from the background. Emma blinked in confusion as she tried to process why her parents would be having a party. “Mom, what’s going on?”

“Oh honey, you’ll never believe it.” Her mother gave an almost hysterical giggle. “We’re rich!”

“What?” She barely noticed Ryan pulling the car off the road and parking in front of a darkened house.

“We’re rich! You know how your father is always filling out those stupid prize forms and playing the lottery? Well, we won!”

For a long moment Emma could only stare at Ryan in disbelief as he watched her carefully. When she spoke her lips felt numb. “Mom, is this a joke?”

“No, not at all. Honey, we won six hundred thousand dollars!”

She couldn’t comprehend her mother’s words, couldn’t make sense of them. “What?”

“A lawyer came by today to inform us of our winnings. We got the first lump sum of three hundred thousand dollars and we’ll get the rest in quarterly payments stretched out over the next three years. Oh, and we also got an amazing financial consultant.”

Clearly her mother had lost her mind. “Let me talk to Dad.”

“Earl…Earl,” her mother called out, “Emma wants to talk to you.”

A few moments later her dad’s deep voice came over the line, “Hi, pumpkin.”

“Dad, what’s going on?”

“God has blessed us,” he said in a choked up voice. “We have enough to pay off our mortgages and all of our bills. Emma, we’re sending you back to college, sweetheart.”

“Dad…” Ryan squeezed her hand with a questioning look. “Dad, are you sure this isn’t some kind of scam?”

“No, it’s not a scam. Our lawyer checked it out and the first payment is already in the bank. Well, what’s left of it. Right now we’re having a credit card bills burning party in the backyard, toasting marshmallows over a fire we fueled with all the bills we paid off today.” He let out a laugh that sounded close to a cry of relief. “It’s a miracle, an honest-to-God miracle. We’re paying you back every penny you gave us, Emma. It killed your mother and me to take it in the first place and we can’t thank you enough for all you’ve done for us. We know how hard it’s been for you.” His voice cracked on the last word and he roughly cleared his throat. “You’re a better daughter than I deserve.”

She couldn’t think of anything to say, any way to processes this as she stared at Ryan, his concerned look deepening as he said, “Is everything okay?”

Instead of answering him she licked her lips and said, “Dad, I’m so happy for you, and for Mom. Don’t worry about paying me back, just…just don’t blow this money, okay?”

“We are paying you back and we will not blow this. We have a meeting set up with our new financial planner tomorrow, he’s from a well-respected financial firm, and from what we talked about today we’ll have more than enough to finally retire.”

“That’s great, Dad, just great.”

“Emma, are you okay?”

“Huh? Yeah…I’m fine. It’s just a bit of a shock, you know?”

Someone yelled for her dad in the background and he said, “I have to go, sweetheart, your Mom’s breaking out the champagne. I’ll call you tomorrow. I love you.”

“Love you, too.”

He hung up and slowly lowered the phone to her lap as Ryan studied her. “Emma, are you okay? You look like you’re about to pass out.”

She continued to stare at him, her thoughts racing to the point where she didn’t have the brainpower to control her body at the moment. Ryan leaned closer and cupped her face with both of his hands. “Baby, you’re scaring me.”

“Hold on.”

With a shaking hand she quickly called Moira’s home phone. A man picked up. “Moira’s house, this is Greg, how can I help you?”

Moira always had at least one service submissive living with her so Emma wasn’t surprised that he’d answered her phone. “This is Emma. I need you to get Moira right away. It’s an emergency.”

“Emma?” Ryan said in a tense voice, but she held up her hand, focusing instead on the dark view beyond the windshield of his car.

Emma listened to the sounds of a crowd on the other end of the line for a few moments before Moira answered the phone, out of breath as she said, “Emma, are you okay?”

“I quit.”

“What?”

“I quit.” She took a deep breath and let it out slowly, the reality of what had just happened finally sinking in. “I mean I don’t quit quit, but I need you to cancel all of my single male clients. I’ll keep the four couples I have, but that’s it.”

“What? You want me to cancel all your male clients? What the hell is going on, Emma? Did Ryan pressure you into this? I know you were a mess when you left, but honey, you shouldn’t make rash decisions like this.”

A smile finally broke free and when she looked at Ryan she found him studying her closely. “It’s okay. My parents won the lottery or some shit.”

“No fucking way!”

“Yes fucking way.” She giggled and tried to control herself, afraid that if she started laughing she wouldn’t stop. “They have enough to pay their bills and then some. I’m going back to school, but I’ll still need my own money, so I’ll keep my couples. They need me and I love helping them. Is that okay?”

“Oh darling, that’s more than okay. Are you sure this isn’t a scam? That it’s really real? You know once I dump your single guy clients they might be too butt hurt to come back. Male submissives are weird like that.”

“I’m sure.” She held Ryan’s gaze as he continued to watch her with an unreadable expression. “I’ve got to go, I’ll talk to you more tomorrow.”

She hung up and threw her arms around Ryan’s neck, raining kisses all over his face. He finally unfroze and grasped her in a hard hug, burying his face against her neck. “Did that just really happen? Did you just quit?”

Pulling back, she nodded. “I did. I won’t see my male clients anymore, but I will still see my couples, are you okay with that?”

“I’m okay with anything you do, Emma, I just want to know why you still want to see couples.”

“Well, first because I’ll need the money to live off of when I return to school to get my master’s degree, but also because they need me.” She struggled to find the right words to explain why she needed to do this. “In a weird way I’m like a marriage therapist for them, or maybe a sex therapist. I’m teaching them how to love each other without fear of rejection, or judgment. That it’s okay to be kinky. That they can be totally honest with each other because a relationship based on lies is doomed from the start. Do you understand?”

For a moment she worried as his expression closed down, then he slowly nodded and placed a gentle, heart-stopping kiss on her lips. “I understand. You never cease to amaze me.”

She whispered against his lips, “Take me home so I can throw you down on my bed and fuck you until we can’t walk, my boyfriend.”