Chapter Twenty

The weekend before played over and over in Emilie's mind. Alicia and Emilie are alone again. Ariel was taking care of Amia this weekend, and Emilie was thankful she lent them her beach house in a cape for the entire weekend.

It was 6:28 pm and Emilie was watching Alicia play a game on her phone, her collar glistening. She hadn’t taken it off. Emilie is glad she understands it. Alicia is proud to be mine. They haven’t been sexually active since last week Emilie has been busy and she has been busy getting Amia in a pre-k.

“‘Come with me, my love” Emilie got up and stretch her hand out. Alicia took it with no arguments. Emilie leads her to the playroom and locks the door. Alicia stands in the middle with her head down.

“Head up Alicia, look at me,” Emilie told her

Alicia looked up with arousal in her eyes but she was still scared

“You did nothing wrong, my love, no need to be scared,” Emilie smiled but quickly turned serious

“Dismiss your gown, “Emilie told her

The gown dropped to the floor, and she carried her to the bed. “Lie down.”

Alicia did as told, and Emilie crawled to her and slipped off her shoes. Their eyes met before Emilie bent down to kiss her ankle.

Alicia gasped as Emilie trailed kisses up her leg. She remembers no one had ever done this to Alicia before.

What the hell kind of men had she dated that never took the time to give proper attention to her pussy? How had they contained themselves? Emilie thought.

She reached up to remove her panties.

Alicia put a hand on her head. “Don’t.”

Emilie gritted her teeth but reminded herself that this was new and she was scared. “Don’t tell me what to do, Alicia.”

With one move, Emilie slid the panties down Alicia's legs and settled herself between her knees. She was already wet, wet, and swollen.

Emilie stared at her, ready to show her just how much Alicia pleased her. Show her how she’d be rewarded when she pleased me.

Emilie started with a kiss on her cl*t and she nearly jumped off the bed. Steady, Emilie thought. She blew gently across her cl*t and then placed soft kisses up and down her slit. Emilie took it easy, waiting for Alicia to get used to her. Edging her on, wanting to savor the experience and wanting to bring her pleasure.

Gently, Emilie took her fingers and spread Alicia’s lips, opening her completely for Emilie's tongue. With one long sweep, Emilie licked her entire opening. She was delicious. Sweet as honey. So Emilie licked her again.

“Mmmmm.” Emilie hummed, licking and biting her lips. Enjoying Alicia’s sweet taste.

She pulled her lips from her teeth and nibbled on Alicia’s bud gently. Emilie knew she was still sore—so she wanted to be gentle. Alicia's legs closed around her head, and Emilie pushed her knees farther apart. “Don’t make me tie you up,” Emilie warned her.

Emilie continued with my mouth, lapping up Alicia's wetness, drinking every drop she had. Emilie shifted her eyes upward seeing Alicia clutching the comforter. Her legs shook as Emilie nipped her swollen clit. Alicia was enjoying herself—finally.

Emilie doubled her efforts, slipping her tongue inside Alicia’s tight core. Helping Alicia high, Emilie moved her hands up her body. Stroking her belly and making her way up to Alicia's perky breasts, lightly brushing her nipples. Alicia let out a startled gasp—her body was taut.

Yes, my lovely. Come for me. Emilie thought

Emilie sucked Alicia's cl*t into her mouth, grazing it gently with her teeth as Emilie did so. Licking right where she knew Alicia wanted it most.

“Oh…” Alicia arched her back, pushing herself toward Emilie.

Emilie ran her hands back down on Alicia's torso. Wrapping her arms around Alicia’s thighs. Pulling her close as Alicia's orgasm shuddered throughout her body.

Alicia stayed motionless for several minutes, and Emilie would have felt smug except she was hard as a rock. Emilie sat up slowly and adjusted her pants.

Emilie got up slowly, feeling eyes staring at her back. She got out of the whipping bench and put it in the center of the room.

“I have plans, Alicia, I have plans to bring me pleasure, “Emilie said

For your pleasure, Emilie thought. Knowing this was all for her good girl’s pleasure.

“Yes, daddy.” Alicia kneels on the bed, staring at the bench.

“It’s a whipping bench,” Emilie said.

Alicia jumped at her voice. “I use it for chastisement, but it has other purposes as well.”

Don’t make me use it for chastisement. Emilie silently prayed.

Alicia kept staring at it, perhaps trying to decide what Emilie’s words meant.

“Step up,” Emilie said. “And lie on your stomach.”

“Get the feel, Alicia. Understand that I don’t want to use it for punishment, but that I will.” Emilie explains in a deep commanding tone with softness to it. “Touch it. See that my rules are real. That disobedience has consequences.” Alicia sat there staring with a lump in her throat. Feeling her wetness leak between her legs.

“Only then will I let you step down so I can pleasure you on my bed.” Emilie continued

Alicia kept staring at it.

“Alicia,” Emilie said with a sigh. “This is getting tiresome. Either do it or say your safe word. I won’t ask again.” Emilie growled lowly.

Emilie’s mind was running wild with doubt. She wouldn’t use her safe word, would she? What if she did? Emilie expected her to hesitate before stepping up to the bench. Emilie assumed Alicia would follow her order. What if she’d miscalculated? What would she do? Emilie tried clearing her thoughts.

Before Emilie could decide, Alicia took a deep breath and stepped up to the bench, lying down as Emilie commanded.

Yes! Emilie cheered to herself.

Emilie went to the dresser and took out a one-inch thick plug. She squirted lube on it and placed it beside Alicia.

“Do you remember what I told you Friday night?” Emilie looked over at Alicia's naked body, laid out and waiting for her. Emilie's hard cock strained against her pants.

Emilie didn’t expect Alicia to answer, of course, but Emilie wanted her to know where she was headed. Emilie watched Alicia, looking for a sign or movement to show she understood. But there was nothing.

Perhaps I needed to refresh her memory. Emilie thought.

She put her hands on Alicia's small waist and ran them down to her plump ass. Alicia tensed slightly, shivering from Emilie’s touch.

Yes, she understood.

“Relax.” Emilie ran her hands up Alicia’s back, gently massaging her. Alicia, still tense, didn’t relax, of course.

Emilie stepped back and took her clothes off. As she expected, Alicia grew even tenser.

With that, Emilie's experiment with the whipping bench was over. Perhaps this was for Alicia to understand, and Emilie wouldn’t have to bring it out for chastisement.

Now it was time to move on to stage two of Emilie’s plan.

But for a moment, she looked over Alicia's toned, naked body glistening and bent over her whipping bench. Emilie allowed herself to fantasize.

The rabbit fur flogger.

Emilie would start with something simple for the first time. Soft and airy, it would whisk her thighs, her buttocks, her lower back. Emilie would ignite the fire within her, bring her to the very edge of pleasure, leave her there, and then, finally, finally, they would tumble over the edge together.

Emilie took her cock in one hand and stroked it roughly, letting the fantasy play out a bit longer in her head; then she let out a sigh. Someday. Someday soon, perhaps.

“Move to the bed, Alicia”

She stumbled off the bench. Yes, she understood. Alicia wouldn’t want to be on the bench again soon. She watched as she scrambled, trembling and nervous, upon the bed.

Emilie followed, taking her in my arms, dropping the plug beside her. “Relax. This won’t work if you don’t.”

She kissed her neck, and Alicia grabbed on to her tightly. Emilie worked her mouth down her neck, across her collarbone, and down her torso. Slowly, the tension left Alicia's body as Emilie trailed her lips over her. In this, Emilie felt powerful—that she could affect her so.

Emilie used her hands to ease Alicia's fear and her mouth to stroke her passion to a burning flame. Alicia threw her head back.

Yes, like that.

Emilie moved back up from her body. “What I do, I do for your pleasure as much as mine. Trust me, Alicia.”

Emilie chanted in her mind, “I will never lie to you. I need your trust too much. I need your trust to bring you the pleasure you crave. The pleasure you deserve.”

“I want the best for you,” Emilie said against her belly. “Let me give it to you.”

She sighed as Emilie brushed a finger against her, testing her wetness.

“I can bring you pleasure, Alicia.” Emilie pushed her knees apart and settled between them. “Pleasure like you’ve never imagined.”

Emilie wanted to see her eyes this time. She wanted Alicia looking into hers as she entered her. This was important. She needed to understand this lesson. She needed to know that her pleasure and well-being were always at the forefront of Emilie's mind. And that when they were together on my bed, there would be nothing but pleasure involved.

Though Alicia's eyes held too many questions Emilie didn’t have answers for, she forced herself to look into them as she pushed into her. It would be so easy to close her own eyes, to shut everything off except the feel of Alicia, tight and hot around her. But she couldn’t. Alicia needed this link between them, this closeness, as they became one.

Alicia's arms tightened around Emilie as she looked up in wonder, running a hand down Emilie's back.

Yes.

“Let it go, Alicia.”

Damn, she felt good. Felt good as Alicia ran another hand down Emilie's back and felt good as her cock slid deeply into her. “Fear has no place in my bed.”

Ever.

Emilie drew her closer, then her hips moved faster. “Yes, Alicia.” She thrust into her harder. “Feel what I can give you.” Alicia tightened around her. “Doesn’t it feel good?” She thrust again.

It was working. Emilie left the fear behind, probably already forgetting what her plans were. She sat up and lifted her hips, thrusting even deeper. Alicia wrapped her legs around Emilie, drawing her closer.

Emilie took the plug from beside her knees and, as she entered her again, Emilie slid it into her backside. Alicia screamed through her cl**ax, tightening around Emilie, sending her to her climax. They fell into a tangled heap of pleasure on the bed.

When Emilie's heart slowed down, and Alicia's body stopped convulsing, Emilie sat up and looked into her wide, questioning eyes.

“It’s a plug,” Emilie said, still a little out of breath. “Wear it for a few hours every day. It’ll stretch you. Help prepare you.”

She bit her lip.

“Trust me,” Emilie said. Alicia nodded, but Emilie could see she didn’t quite believe me. Emilie couldn’t do anymore—the trust would have to come in time.