Authors: Natasha Knight
“You look amazing.”
She looked up to find Luke standing in the doorway wearing a suit.
“Thanks,” she said, eyeing his more formal dress. “Should I wear something different?”
“Nope,” he said, moving in and taking her into his arms. His mouth closed over hers and he kept her hands in his.
She moaned against his kiss, her body softening into his hard chest.
“Come,” he said. “Let’s get to dinner.”
“I’d rather just go back to your place,” she said, reaching up for another kiss.
“Louisa isn’t here and neither of us can cook,” he said, leading her out the door. “Besides, I want to talk and I know we won’t be talking if we’re at my place.”
She flushed pink, but knew he was right.
Over the last months, she’d become very comfortable in her role as submissive. They’d done things that she’d never even imagined and he’d even taken her to Exhale, his brother’s BDSM club. The things she’d seen there blew her mind, but he’d always been very protective of her, not wanting to play out scenes anywhere but at home. She didn’t mind that. In fact, she found she felt closer to him for it. She was his and she liked the idea very much.
They drove to the restaurant, a very trendy sushi place they both loved. They sat down and Luke ordered. Once they had their drinks, Luke turned to her and took her hands.
“Emma,” he began.
Emma’s smile faded. The look in his eyes told her what was coming was going to be serious.
“The last few months have been the happiest of my life.”
She could only stare, knowing where this was leading.
“I want to take things further with you. With us. I’ve never wanted to be with a woman like I want to be with you. I’ve never felt more sure of anyone or anything. I’ve heard your reasons for not wanting to take the next step, but quite frankly, they don’t hold water anymore.”
“What if you’re wrong?” she asked, letting go of his hand and picking up her Sapporo. She took a long sip before turning back to him. “I’ll be really honest with you, Luke. I feel the same way as you. I’ve never been happier and can’t imagine myself with anyone else…”
“Then just say yes.”
“I’m scared!” she said, louder than she’d intended.
The waitress came by just then and, as if oblivious to their conversation, set down plates of sushi. “Would you two like another round of drinks?”
“No, thank you,” Luke said, never taking his eyes off Emma.
“All right then, enjoy your dinner.” With that, she left.
“I’m not ever going to hurt you again, Emma. I promise you that. Christ, all I can think about is you. When we’re not together, I’m waiting until I can see you again. I want to wake up with you every morning and go to bed with you every night. I want to read the paper on a lazy Sunday with you. I want to hold your hand when you’re sad or scared, I want…God, I just want
you
. You don’t have to be afraid with me. I will take care of you for always. I promise you that, Emma. I love you.”
She stared at him, noting the slight change in his color as he said those words. She’d muttered them before, but hadn’t spoken those three little words again in the last half year. She did love him; that was certain. And everything he felt, she felt too. She couldn’t imagine hurting him and knew he wouldn’t hurt her. Not on purpose, anyway.
“I love you, Luke,” she said softly even while her brain processed his proposition. Maybe he was right. Maybe it was time to swallow her fear and take that next step. She was twenty-five years old now, old enough and wise enough to do this. “Okay,” she said.
“Okay?” he repeated her word as a question, laughing a nervous laugh.
“Okay. Yes, okay, I’ll move in with you. You’re right, I trust you, I know you. It’s time we took it to the next level.” She picked up her beer and he took his. “Here’s to moving in together,” she said.
He looked at her as if he couldn’t believe his ears. She had to laugh at his expression, this soft side of him that he only showed to her and Louisa.
“I’m starving, let’s eat.”
“Yes, I’m not sure how much longer I can hold off giving you your birthday spanking.”
She had just shoved a large bite of sushi into her mouth and almost choked on it. Luke rubbed her back and laughed.
“You didn’t expect a birthday spanking? Come on, Em, you know me better than that.”
She chewed and swallowed, her eyes watery.
He smiled at her casually and, with much more elegance than she, used the chopsticks to place a bite of food into his mouth. They were out of the restaurant and speeding home within ten minutes.
* * *
Luke locked the apartment door and tossed his jacket on a chair.
“I’ll be right back, wait here,” he said, walking into the bedroom and returning a few minutes later. He took his time to roll up his sleeves. He imagined she’d be creaming her panties now. Spankings were Emma’s “on” button and he knew to draw out the ceremony, make her anticipate as he himself anticipated.
“Come here,” he said, settling on the couch. His cock was already hard with the thought of what he was going to do to her tonight.
Emma stood before him. He ran his eyes over the length of her. He held out her birthday present, a black box tied with dark red ribbon. Emma smiled and took it from him.
“Happy birthday,” he said.
She pulled on the ribbon and let it drop to the floor, recognizing the high-end shop’s logo.
“Only you, Luke,” she said, smiling as she took the lid off the box. She peeled away layers of tissue paper before she came to the object.
“It’s solid brass coated in 24k gold,” he said, taking the box so she could lift the item out. He was very proud of himself. “I have a few more things for you, but we’ll get to those later.”
“It’s beautiful,” she said, feeling the weight of it, taking in the smooth, shiny surface, the jeweled bulb. “I’ve never been given a butt plug for my birthday before.” She looked at him and smiled.
“Do you like it?”
“Very much, thank you,” she said, leaning over to kiss him full on the mouth.
Luke took the plug from her hands as she straightened.
“Take off your blouse.”
She pulled it over her head and tossed it aside. She stood with her back straight, her breasts thrust forward, lifted by the stiff shelf bra. He loved that bra. It made her breasts, which weren’t big but were quite full, sit like little globes and he knew she liked the feeling it gave her.
“Take your jeans down to your knees.”
Her hands fumbled over the buttons and he knew she was anxious. He would spank her with her jeans and panties pulled down before stripping and fucking her.
Once the pants were down, she stood in black lace panties in a cut he liked. “Turn around.”
She turned to reveal the back, which was entirely of lace and accentuated the roundness of her buttocks. His cock twitched and he adjusted its position. “Take them down.”
She hooked her thumbs into the panties and, leaning forward as she did so, pulled them down to the tops of her knees where her jeans were.
“We’ll try out your gift while I spank you,” he said, taking a lubricant out of his pocket. “When I’m finished, I’m going to fuck your pussy with the plug inside you for a while and before fucking your ass. You’re not going to come until I’m buried inside it. Is that clear?”
“Yes, Sir.” Her voice came out hoarse.
“Good girl. Now, hands around your ankles.”
He remained seated as she did this, enjoying the sight of her ass as she bent over and her buttocks spread open. Once she was down, he stood and opened the jar of lubricant, his eyes on her sexy ass while he lubed first the plug, then her asshole. She made a sound when, after circling for a while, he pressed his finger into the tight passage. Emma loved anal sex and ever since that first time, they practiced it often. She would have multiple orgasms, one on the heels of the other when he fucked her ass and he knew it would be a struggle for her not to come while he spanked, then fucked her with the plug inside.
When his fingers slid easily in and out, he brought the tip of the plug to her anus.
“It’s cold,” she said, lifting her ass a little higher.
“It will warm up in no time, I’m sure.” The plug slid in and he played just a little, teasing her as he drew the long, narrow toy out before pressing it in again. She was panting by the time he was done and he wondered if he’d have to punish her on her birthday. The thought brought a smile to his lips.
“Okay, I think you’re ready for your spanking now,” he said, helping her to straighten before he sat down again. Her face was flushed and her pupils already dilated as he pulled her across his lap, laying her so she would put her hands on the floor for support, causing her buttocks to lift high.
“You’ll count. You’ll get twenty-six strokes; twenty-five for your birthday and one for good luck.”
“Yes, Sir,” she said.
He watched her, noticing how she kept her buttocks relaxed, her legs parted. He ran his hands over her soft flesh before beginning. The first spank surprised her, as it always did. She jumped and called out “one,” and he continued to warm her buttocks before intensifying the strokes. She liked a good, thorough spanking and he could already see the moisture collecting on her pussy and the small shift in her position as she lifted her buttocks higher, offering them to him.
When he reached twelve, he stopped and pushed her legs wider. He circled a finger over the entrance of her pussy before inserting first one, then two fingers. He pumped in and out like this for several moments while she tensed her legs. He knew it would be hard for her not to come, but he enjoyed torturing her like this.
With his other hand, he pressed against the base of the plug and took his fingers from her pussy to pinch her clit.
“Oh…please…” she moaned.
He smiled and resumed her spanking. He wasn’t sure if she’d forgotten the count or if she just wanted more, but she called out “Fifteen.”
“Emma,” he said. “That was thirteen, you missed the count.” He spanked her the entire time he spoke.
She looked over her shoulder at him. Her face was red and her eyes far away. “I’m sorry, Sir. I forgot.”
“You know what happens if you miss a number, right?”
She nodded. “We start from one,” she said.
“Good girl. Here we go, one…”
He was pleased to start again; he couldn’t get enough of spanking her. He didn’t take a break this time as he reddened her buttocks, focusing on the sit spots before moving to her thighs. These were always more painful for her, but she kept count and after just a few strokes there, he returned his attention to her buttocks.
By the time she reached twenty, she was making all sorts of noise and wiggling her hips around. He held her tight by the waist to finish up.
“Last few, Emma. Then I’m going to strip your jeans off and fuck you,” he said, his own desire making him anxious. When it was over, he held her as she was and caressed her buttocks and when he shifted his weight, she slid down onto her knees between his legs. She’d learned so well over the last few months.
She took the hand that had just spanked her and put it to her face before kissing it. “Thank you, Sir,” she said, glancing at him from beneath wet lashes.
“Emma,” he said, coming down onto his knees. “You’re the best submissive I’ve ever had.” He kissed her fully before stripping off her jeans and underwear, turning her around, and positioning her on her hands on knees. “Down on your elbows, baby,” he said, unzipping his pants.
“Aaahhh,” she moaned when he slid his cock into her wet pussy.
“I love fucking you like this, skin to skin. I love feeling you.” He moved slowly, unsure how long he would be able to go if he fucked her hard like he wanted to.
“It feels so… good,” she said, arching her back. “Harder, please. Fuck me harder.”
He gripped her hips and pressed against the plug with this thumb. “Your ass is so…oh fuck…gorgeous. Red and hot. Emma.” He gripped the base of the plug. “Push the plug out, baby. I’m going to fuck your ass now.”
She put her shoulders to the ground, lifting her hips to the sky and pushed the plug as he pulled it out. He rubbed lubricant on his already slipper cock before filling the gap left by the plug and thrust all the way inside.
She moaned and he felt her muscles already clamping down around him. He fucked harder and faster, holding her hips and watching his cock move in and out of her ass. It wasn’t much longer before he exploded inside her, filling her before they both collapsed on the floor, sweaty and exhausted.
“God, Luke, that was…incredible.”
“For me too, baby. And we’ll have a lot more time to play now that we’ll be roommates.” His cock slid out of her ass and he turned her around to kiss her. “I love you, Emma,” he said.
“I love you, Luke.”
“What’s Nate going to say when we tell him you’re moving in with me?” he asked. He wasn’t worried about Nate’s reaction and if Emma weren’t so skittish, he’d have given her the ring he’d bought for her already, but all in good time.
“Well, he’ll be losing his babysitter, but I imagine he and Celia won’t mind having their privacy back.” Then, after some thought, she added, “I’ll miss Nate Jr. though. He’s amazing, you know? Just holding him, having him look up at you.” Her eyes were far away, but happy.
“He is a special kid. It runs in the family. You know,” he said, turning her face to his. “Our turn will come. I’d love to be a father someday.”
She stared at him and he wasn’t sure if he’d gone too far.
“You’ll be an amazing father,” she said, tears filling her eyes, her smile warming her face.
“Don’t worry, Em. We’ll take it as slow as you need to. We’re here together now, that’s what matters and I plan to keep you forever.”
The End
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