Chapter Sixteen

(Emilie POV).

At six, Emilie walked into the dining room to find Alicia waiting with a mouth-watering steak on the plate at her seat. It surprised her that Alicia fixed dinner for me.

“Fix yourself a plate and join me,” Emilie said, cutting into the steak. It was the first proper meal she had cooked for her, and it didn’t disappoint-the steak was juicy and tender.

Alicia joined E, but we ate in silence. She looked deep in thought, and that worried Emilie a bit. She wondered what had Alicia in such a contemplative mood. Maybe she was thinking about leaving? Maybe she had enough? Maybe she didn’t want this after all?

There was only one way to find out.

“Come with me, Alicia,” Emilie said after they were finished.

We went out of the dining room, up the stairs, and into the playroom. Emilie stepped to the side of the door and waved for Alicia to enter first.

She took three steps inside and spun around to gape at her exactly the reaction Emilie expected.

“Do you trust me, Alicia?”

She glanced from Emilie to the shackles. “I . . . I . . .”

Emilie breezed past her and unbuckled one of them. “What did you think our arrangement would entail? I thought you were well aware of what you were getting yourself into.”

Emilie didn’t expect her to answer, of course. She just wanted to bring the point home that right now they were not lovers.

“If we are to progress, you must trust me.” Trust her, Alicia. Please. “Come here.”

She hesitated again, and Emilie knew she would have to do something about that, eventually.

She didn’t want to force her. Alicia asked for it they could have been a normal couple she wanted Emilie to own her as well.

“Or we wouldn’t do this if you don’t want. Remember Alicia, this is all about you and want you to want,” Emilie said.

Alicia walked toward her. She didn’t want to end this.

“Very good. Take off your clothes.”

Alicia’s body trembled as she removed her shirt and bra. Without looking at Emilie, she slid her jeans and panties down her legs and stepped out of them.

Emilie took her arms and chained them above her head. She moved slowly, wanting to savor every minute. Emilie stood before her to undo her shirt, and Alicia watched her with excited, wild eyes.

Emilie didn’t want her watching yet. She went back to the large table to her right and opened a drawer. There it was, a heavy black scarf. That would take care of Alicia watching her.

The older woman held it out, so Alicia could see, so she had an idea of what was planned.

“It will heighten your other senses when I blindfold you.”

Emilie tied the scarf around Alicia’s head, making sure her eyes were covered. That was better. She ran her eyes over Alicia’s vulnerable form; she was completely at the older woman’s mercy. Bounded and waiting for what she would do to her.

She walked over to the table, taking up her favorite crop. With soft steps, she walked behind Alicia and brushed the hair from her neck. Alicia jumped at the soft touch. Emilie wondered when she would stop jumping every time she was touched.

“What do you feel at the moment, Alicia?” Emilie asked, “Please be honest.”

“Fear, I feel fear,” Alicia spoke softly

Of course, she felt fear. What a reasonable person wouldn’t? Alicia has a right to, giving herself to someone and not fully knowing what they’re going to do to you can be frightening.

“Understandable, but completely unnecessary,” Emilie tried to reassure her. “I would never cause you harm.”

She moved to the front of Alicia. Her breathing was heavy. The younger girl was trying hard to hear what Emilie was doing. It was sad that Alicia didn’t trust her yet.

Emilie circled the tip of her breast with the crop, Alicia gasped at the sensation.

“What do you feel now?”

“Anticipation.”

Much better, Emilie thought,

“And if I told you this was a riding crop, what would feel?” Emilie circled her breast again.

She took a hard intake of breath, “Fear.”

“That saddens me, Alicia, this is my favorite toy. I will love to show you how it can make you feel good. Let me show you the pleasures of my world.” Emilie spoke softly, “Do my words help? What do you feel?”

Alicia let out a breath, “Fear.”

Emilie hummed. She brought the crop back and flicked it gently with her wrist so it landed sharply on Alicia’s breast. Some things were better explained without words.

Alicia gasped, but it wasn’t a gasp of pain. It is more like one of surprise.

“See? Nothing to fear, I would never cause you hard.” Emilie slapped her knees lightly, “Spread your legs.”

No hesitation this time, Alicia obeyed immediately.

Emilie smiled brightly. She studied Alicia’s face, who bit her lip in eagerness.

The older woman brought the crop from Alicia’s knees to her wet skin, never letting the leather tip leave her pale skin. “I could whip you here. What do you think about that?”

Her brow wrinkled in confusion, “I... I don’t know.”

“Let me help you find out.” Emilie smiled. Her wrist snapped, flicking the crop against her swollen, wet, ready flesh. “One, count for me.”

Alicia sucked her to breathe in again, “Two.”

Emilie snapped her wrist again, twice.

Alicia released the breath in a moan, “Three, four.”

“And now?” Emilie asked, already knowing what the answer was because she was an open book, but she needed her to know she cared about how Alicia felt, that she would always keep her thoughts and wants in mind.

“More. I need more, daddy.”

Emilie circled the crop around her again and slapped it against her cl*t. Alicia couldn’t hold her response and cried out, pulling against the chain.

Her reaction surprise Emilie. She would never have guessed how responsive she would be, how much she enjoyed what was being done, how much she seemed to crave it.

Emilie wanted to keep her in chains all night, to bring her to the edge of pleasure again and again before allowing her to fall over. Emilie had to remind herself how new Alicia was to this, how she might question her response in the morning, and knew she shouldn’t push her too much.

“You look so good chained before me, pulling against my restraints, in my house, moaning and crying for my whip.” Emilie trailed the crop back up to her breast. “Your body is begging for release, isn’t it?”

“Yes Daddy please,” Alicia moaned.

“And you’ll have it.” Emilie slapped the crop against her cl*t once more because she couldn’t help herself. “But not now.”

Emilie walked away and put the crop back on the table, picking some salve from the drawer, and placed it into her pocket, chuckling as the chains behind her rattle.

Alicia was just as sexually frustrated as she was.

“I’m going to unchain you now.” Emilie walked back to her. “You will go straight to bed, you will sleep naked and you will not touch yourself at all. There will be server consequences if you disobey.” she undid the chains and removed the scarf. “Do you understand?”

Alicia nodded slowly.

“Good.” Emilie took the salve from her pocket and opened it. She gently rubbed the ointment on one of her wrists and then the other. The CEO didn’t think she’d pulled too hard on the chains, but it was best to be cautious.

“All done,” she said, once she was finished. “You may go to our room.”

Emilie licked her lips, watching her slim, nude figure walk out of the door and knew she was done for. I’d do whatever it took to keep her.

“I’ll wake her up at 5 am, so we can finish before Mia got home.”