“You don’t even know how to get home!” she laughed, and I struggled not to let her comment offend me.
“Two lefts and straight through to Riverton Street.”
Her expression turned serious as her eyes searched mine.
“Me?” She sounded so small, so fragile. I shook my head as I looked down at the ground. The few memories that had come back to me were less than pleasant. She sighed as I opened the passenger side door and slid into the car. She joined me, cranking the radio as the car revved to life and we pulled out into traffic.
My phone rang and vibrated against my thigh. I pulled it from my pocket and glanced at the screen before sliding it back in my pocket. Fuck.
“Who was that?” The jealousy was evident in her voice.
“I don’t know.” I stared out the passenger window as she pulled over onto the shoulder of the road and slammed the car into park. .
“You knew enough not to answer it. Who was it?”
“Someone named Allison.” I cringed as I said her name. Emma clutched at her stomach as if I had hit her.
“You… remember her?”
There it was, the pain that I had promised to not cause her. It was my past forcing itself back into our lives. I thought of my threat to Allison about forgetting I existed. I wanted to make her regret her decision not to, and in that moment, the other face from the pictures became clear. Abby didn’t take my threats to stay away from me seriously either. The truth sat on my chest like a ton of bricks. My memory wasn’t gone because of an accident or because it was too painful to face. I had a break; I snapped when I nearly killed Emma.
“No. She called while you were gone. I had no idea who she was…at first.” The lies tumbled from my lips. I reached for her hand, but she recoiled from my touch. “I don’t remember her. I only have what she said to go by.”
She turned back to the steering wheel and laid her head against it. I wanted to scream. We had agreed to move on from what had happened. I felt alone and didn’t think Emma would ever talk to me again. What was I supposed to do? I needed to have some answers. I was losing my fucking mind, and the one person I had, refused to come near me.
“Please,” I said through clenched teeth. She didn’t look at me as she put the car in drive and pulled back onto the road. She was speeding and driving out of control. I fought the urge to say something to her. All I could think about was disciplining her. The urge to teach her a lesson and take control was overwhelming. She was throwing a tantrum, and she was being careless with her own life. I swallowed down my desires. I promised her I was different. I wouldn’t let history repeat itself, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t fantasize about how good it would feel.
When we reached my place, she put the car in park and got out, slamming the door angrily. She took the steps two at a time as I slowly exited the car and ran my hand angrily through my hair. She opened the door and was inside the apartment as I started up the steps.
As I reached the top, I stepped inside, my eyes scanning hers. My phone rang in my pocket, and Emma’s eyes narrowed before the same anger I was forcing myself to suppress showed on her face.
She shoved against my chest hard. My back hit the wall next to the door, and she knocked it closed. Her hands grabbed my belt, and she pulled against it, struggling to undo the buckle. I’d seen that look in her eye many times in my own reflection.
She wanted me to remember or to make herself forget. Either way, I was happy just to be able to touch her.
She pulled down my zipper and slid her hand inside my boxers to pull my cock free. I was rock hard and struggling to not pin her down and prove to her how much I wanted her and only her, but I was enjoying this side of Emma. I wanted to see how far she would go.
I ran a finger up her arm, leaving a trail of goose bumps in my wake. She knocked my hand away, and I had to suppress a smirk. Her fingers wrapped around my dick, and she squeezed as I throbbed against her palm. She was playing a very dangerous game that I had already mastered.
“Emma, please…” There was a warning in my words, but she ignored it, pressing her finger against my lips as she sank down to her knees. Her eyes stayed locked on mine as her tongue ran over the head of my cock, and she slid it past her lips.
“Aaah…” I groaned as I wrapped my fingers in her hair, fisting it. She pulled back, dragging her teeth over my shaft. “Fuck, Emma.” My head fell back against the wall as she swirled her tongue over my head and let my cock slip deep into her throat. “I want you.”
She bit down lightly and my fist tightened in her hair as I struggled against my every instinct to make her pay for that little move and shove her mouth down hard on my cock. She looked up at me with hooded eyes as she opened her mouth, and I knew I needed to let her take control. I loosened my grip, and her tongue ran over me again. I couldn’t hold back the moan that resonated from the back of my throat. She rose to her feet and looked me in the eye, the uncertainty carefully masked behind her desire to claim me as hers.
She walked off toward the bedroom, and I took a deep breath and followed her.
She stood at the foot of the bed as I entered. “In here, I’m in charge.” She cleared her throat, unsure if she was convincing as a dom. “You don’t touch me unless I tell you it’s okay.” She was repeating my own words. I walked toward her, and she took a small step back. She grabbed hold of my belt and pulled it from my jeans. “Take your clothes off.”
Chapter Twenty-two
I pulled my shirt over my head as her eyes danced over the tattoo that ran up my arm and across my chest. I shoved my jeans down and kicked them off my feet. Her eyes fell to my boxers and back to my eyes. I shoved my boxers down over my hips and grabbed my cock in my hand.
“I didn’t tell you to touch yourself.” I watched the muscles in her throat move as she swallowed hard. I reluctantly released my hand, gripping it at my side. As amusing as this little game was, I wanted to be inside of her, and I was growing impatient.
“Lie down.” She motioned toward the bed.
I crawled to the center of the bed and propped up on my elbows as I watched her. She pulled her shirt over her head, her nipples hard and begging to be sucked. She shoved her jeans and underwear down with one motion, and as she stepped out of them, I noticed my belt still clutched tightly in her hand. Her body was shaking with anger and fear. She slowly crawled over me, and I lay flat on my back, curious to see what it was she had in mind.
“Put your hands above your head.” I didn’t move. “Now!” she said with more confidence. I lifted my hands over my head, and she smiled as she looped the belt around my wrists and through a slat in the headboard. I tugged at the restraint as she raked her nails down my chest, causing me to flex under her touch. Her pussy hovered right above my cock, and I lifted my hips to rub against her as I ran my tongue over my lips. Her eyes fell closed for a moment, getting lost in the pleasure.
“No,” she said quietly. “Don’t move.” She brought her open palm down hard on my chest, and I clenched my jaw, swallowing back the urge to break this fucking headboard and beat her ass until she was dripping wet. I let my head fall back on the pillow as her fingers wrapped around my cock, and she positioned my head against her pussy. She slowly lowered herself down on top of me until I filled her completely. She began to ride me nice and slow, and her hands ran over her tits, pinching her nipples as her teeth dug into her lip. I groaned as I watched her use my body to please herself. I tugged against the belt as she placed her fingers against my lips. I kissed them, running my tongue out to taste her skin.