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And as Madam stepped closer again, lifting her dress to expose exactly what Emma craved, Emma knew she’d gladly stay in this position all night, giving Madam everything she desired.
“Taste me.”
Emma’s skin prickled with anticipation as Madam guided her face towards her soaked lips. “Fuck.”
“What was that?” Madam tightened her grip on Emma’s hair, holding her just millimetres away.
“Sorry, Madam.”
“Do you haveanyidea how many times I thought about bending you over and fucking you tonight?” Madam spread her lips and inched closer. “While you giggled with Dani, while you touched me under the table…testing your luckandmy patience the way you always do.”
Emma dipped her head and gathered Madam’s wetness on her tongue, but what she really wanted to do was fuck her senseless.
“Mm.” Madam rocked her hips. “You’ve been begging for this since the first sip of your cocktail, haven’t you?”
Emma wrapped her lips around Madam’s clit, trembling and forcing herself not to sink two fingers inside her. Herwifewouldn’t stop her, but Madam would.
“Answer me!”
“Yes, Madam,” Emma said as she drew back, her voice hoarse. “I’ve been begging for it all night.”
Madam stepped back, lowered her dress, and stared down at Emma. “You’re going to earn me tonight. Every single second. Do you understand?”
Emma’s stomach clenched, the heat building between her legs almost too much to bear. “Yes, Madam.”
“Then open your mouth. Tongue out.”
Emma obeyed instantly, her lips parting and her tongue darting out in desperate invitation. Madam crouched in front of her, held her jaw, and sucked on the tip of Emma’s tongue. She moaned when she tasted herself, but then she pulled away a little, the disappointment making Emma whimper. Still, she didn’t dare move.
“You’re so desperate.” Madam dragged her thumb across Emma’s bottom lip. “Do you really think that if you pout enough, I’m going to give you everything at once?”
Emma nodded, even though it wouldn’t help her in her quest to make Madam come.
“Oh, baby.” Madam’s thumb slipped into her mouth, and Emma sucked. “You don’t get to decide. You gave that up the second you dropped to your knees.”
Emma’s pulse raced as Madam stood again, deliberately moving slowly around the room. She heard the sound of fabricshifting behind her, then the sound of something being pulled from the drawer in the chest at the foot of the bed, and Emma’s whole body tightened.
When Madam returned, now naked and with a harness strapped around her hips, Emma shook with anticipation. The sight of it, the way Madam tightened each buckle like she was armouring herself, made Emma’s mouth run dry.
“On your hands and knees,” Madam ordered.
Emma pressed her palms flat on the floor, arching instinctively. She felt the cool glide of Madam’s hand over her arse, a teasing caress that suddenly turned into a sharp smack. Emma gasped, the sting making her jolt forward, only to feel Madam’s hand anchor her in place again.
“Stay.”
Oh, Emma stayed. She knew exactly what was coming…of course she stayed.
When Madam kneeled behind her, she felt the blunt head of the strap press against her lips. Madam gripped her hips and held Emma exactly where she wanted her, not once letting her grind back.
“Beg for it.”
“Please, Madam,” Emma choked out. “Please, I need it.”
“You think I don’t know that?” Madam’s tone was mocking, but that intense heat shimmered beneath it. “You’ve been dripping for me since dinner.”
Emma whined, her forehead pressing against the floor. “Please.”
Slowly, Madam pushed in. Emma’s cry echoed through the room, sharp and raw as her body stretched, surrendering all at once.
