Page 79 of Married to My Master

“YES SIR!”

Then he was pulling her head back by her hair, his fingers twisting cruelly and painfully as his other hand covered her throat. He began to pound into her faster than before, like a jackhammer.

“Oh, Emily, I love you!” he shouted as he began to fill her with his seed, his hips not slowing for a moment as he bit down hard on her shoulder.

She screamed as she came one last time, her whole body going loose as a wet noodle. If Dane hadn't been holding her in his burly arms, she would have collapsed right there on the couch, forcing him to pound her into the cushions again while he finished.

His rod deflated and slipped from her with a loud noise, and Emily blushed. Of all the things they'd done together, and that she’d enjoyed, she realized that was what embarrassed her.

She was weary all over, and so wonderfully sore and pleasured. Her body ached, but she realized she could go all day with him if she needed to. Still kneeling on the couch, Emily turned around in his arms, threw her own around his neck and pulled his lips to meet hers.

They kissed like soulmates and long lost lovers who had been apart for too many months.

“I love you, too,” she whispered back, as their mouths parted. “I love you more than you'll ever know.”

And that was when the doorbell rang.

Chapter Thirty-Eight

Emily

She looked back to the front door, shocked. Then she remembered how she and Dane had ended up here, and all the shenanigans her man had gotten into when he was getting her from the hotel.

“Hand me your shirt,” she said to Dane.

“What do you say?” he asked, grinning down at her.

She licked her lips and smiled. “Please, sir?”

He reached down, grabbed his dress shirt off the ground, and handed it to her as the doorbell rang again and a heavy fist pounded on the door. “Emily!” called Ian's voice. “Emily! Are you in there?”

“Put some clothes on, Dane,” she hissed, as she frantically buttoned up her shirt, then hopped down off the couch. She padded into the front entryway with the shirt covering just the tops of her thighs. “Coming,” she called, before looking back over her shoulder to see her man pulling on his slacks and undershirt.

She unlocked the door and threw it open, stepping back from the bright sun that seemed to form a halo around both Jas and Ian. “Hi,” she said, her lips pressed tightly together.

Ian and Jas stood there, faces agog at her disheveled and freshly-fucked appearance. Ian still wore his perfectly tailored tuxedo they'd purchased for just this occasion, and Jas had stayed in her bridesmaid outfit, as purple as it was. Neither of them said anything, clearly too stunned by the mess Emily had become in just the short hour since she'd been pulled from the bridal suite.

Her face burned with embarrassment, even as her ass still burned from Dane's hard spanking he'd delivered. She knew her throat was probably red, too. God, if they could see the bruises on her shoulders and breasts, they'd think she'd been mauled by a wild animal. Which, she supposed, she kind of had been.

“Come in, will you?” she asked graciously, as she stepped aside, giving them space to pass.

“What in the hell?” Ian finally said, as he came in. “Just, Jesus, Emily, what in the fucking hell is going on? Where the hell have you been? We're supposed to be married by now!”

She didn't have any words for him. Not yet. Emily sighed and looked away, her tiny foot tapping.

“Emily?” Jas asked.

She turned her attention to her executive assistant, and friend, shooting her a “not you, too” look.

Jas gestured to the belly of her shirt, drawing Emily's attention downwards. Emily went crimson as she realized she'd missed a couple buttons down there. It wasn’t enough to show everything, but more than was necessary to see the scarlet claw marks from Dane's work-blunted nails. She busily began to button her shirt. “Ian,” she said as she completed dressing, her voice reflecting how sad she felt for hurting him, “I'm really sorry, but this isn't working out.”

Ian shook his head and wiped a hand down his face. “And this,” he asked as he began gesticulating wildly towards the outside world. “This is how you tell me? When my friends and family have all flown in for our wedding?”

Emily's frown deepened as she shook her head. “I'm just …I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done this to you, but I was trying to make it work, and I just can't. You and I, we don't love each other the way you deserve, Ian. You deserve some woman who's going to be head over heels in love with you, and is going to hang on your every word.”

Her, now ex-fiancé’s face dropped. “Y-y-you didn't?”

Emily made a face and shook her head. “I'm so sorry.” She smiled at him, trying to be as gentle as possible. “But, you're a great guy. And you'll find that special someone for you. I know you will.”

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