“Thanks, but ... I should try to find my own place.”
Edward frowned. “We talked about that. You need to save up some money first, right? You have to have first and last month’s rent and all.” He had no intention of asking her to move out, but he wanted her to feel comfortable staying with him.
“I know, but ... This is a bit strange, you know. I mean, you’re my boss.”
He reached out and put his hand over hers. “You think that’s all it is? A boss who is helping out his secretary?”
She blushed. “Well, uh...”
“You know I need you in my life. And I think you need me. So let’s just let things go for a while, okay?”
She nodded. He guessed she was happy to hear he needed her.
After dinner, they sat on the couch and sipped more wine. Edward put on some light jazz and Emily seemed to fidget. He wondered why until it suddenly hit him—he had always played jazz music during her punishments. She was feeling it viscerally. He smiled to himself.
“Well, I think I’m going to go to bed and read for a while,” she said.
He nodded. “Very well. I’ll see you in the morning.”
She went up to bed. Edward sat and thought about what should be done next.
21
A week went by. Sometimes, Edward would drive Emily to work with him and other times, let her drive herself. During that week, he always approved of her outfits before they left the house. She seemed to grow accustomed to not wearing underwear.
That first week, Edward asked only for blowjobs at work. He didn’t ask for them at home, preferring that she enjoy a certain amount of freedom. Nor did he ask that she sleep with him. She was free to go upstairs and hide out in her room at any time. He never went up there.
By the second week, Emily had visibly relaxed. They had fallen into a comfortable routine. She was his little secretary slave at work and treated like a guest at home. She wore what she wanted to around the house—as long as she didn’t wear underwear, he was fine with it.
Emily began to cook dinner nearly every night. Edward considered himself a good cook, but Emily told him it made her feel she was contributing something to the household, since he wouldn’t accept rent.
“You know, I get paid tomorrow,” she said Thursday night as they sat in the living room sipping wine in front of the fireplace. “I might have enough to find my own place.”
“Do you want to find your own place so soon?”
“Well, uh...” She bit her lip. “I don’t want to impose.”
“You think you’re imposing?” He took her hand. “You are very important to me.”
She smiled. “Thanks.” She bit her lip.
He wanted to ask how she felt about him, but clearly she wasn’t ready to share. He realized she was waiting for him to take the lead, act like the Dom he was and she needed. It was time to push her and see how she reacted. He got up and tossed another log on the fire, making the room warmer.
“Take off your clothes.”
“W-what?”
“You heard me.”
She got up, her hand shaking as she put down her glass. Kicking off her shoes, her fingers went to her pants and unbuttoned them. She had to work to slide them over her hips. Her eyes went to his and he simply stood there, his back to the fire. When she pulled the shirt off over her head, she was completely naked.
“I like you naked,” he said.
She nodded and stared at the ground.
“Don’t be shy. I like your body. Stand up straight.”
She obeyed and her eyes danced across his face and then seemed to concentrate on the wall behind him. He let her stand there, twitching, as he took her in. Her body was soft and supple and sweet.
“I’d like you to sleep in my bed tonight,” he said.
Emily’s eyes jerked to his and she stared.
“Okay?”
She nodded and gave him a quick smile. “Okay.”
They sat and chatted for a while longer, he fully dressed, Emily naked. She seemed a bit nervous and Edward guessed she was still unsure of her place. He would have to give her firm guidance, he decided. No more being the casual Dom!
He told her to go get her toothbrush and she rushed upstairs to comply. When she came down, still naked, he reached out and touched her arm and she stopped next to his chair. Her eyes questioned him and he smiled and pulled her close.
“You look lovely without clothes on,” he said.
She blushed and he playfully slapped her on the rump. “Now go get ready for bed. I’ll be in shortly.”
He wanted to hurry in himself, but he forced himself to wait a half-hour, to give her time to anticipate their love-making. At last, Edward rose and went into the bedroom, his cock hard in his pants. When he opened the bedroom door, he saw Emily was in his bed, her large eyes peering at him over the covers. He smiled and went into the bathroom to get ready.
When he returned, he stopped at the end of the bed and slowly removed all his clothes. She watched his every move. Edward pulled back the covers and slipped inside, feeling the heat from her naked body. He snuggled close and whispered, “Warm me up.”
She wrapped her body around his and he could feel his hard cock press against her hip. He adjusted his body until it was pressing against her stomach. When he looked into her eyes, he saw lust—and a question there. Did he love her? He nodded and kissed her soft lips. She buried her face into his neck.
He took his time making love to her. He kissed her all over, from her neck down to that special place of hers until Emily was crying out for release. He body was hot and she jerked her hips at him in impatience. He made her wait. He purposely only teased her clit with his tongue, preferring to give Emily her first orgasm that night with his hard cock. When he moved up to her face and gave her a kiss, she was hungry and clung to him, her body held tight against his. But he controlled their love-making.
When at last he slipped his cock inside her, she gasped and came at once, her head tossed back against the pillows and her body trembling with the power of it. He slowed his movements until she came down from her high and began stroking once again.
“Oh god,” she whispered as she rose toward another climax.
He prolonged his own pleasure to give her a series of orgasms, one after another. Making love to her was so easy— they fit together perfectly. It was as if he was tuned to her frequency. When at last he began to speed up, Emily clung to him, making noises in her throat as his cock swelled within her. He gasped and came hard inside her and she tensed and climaxed as well. They held each other tightly. Edward soon felt himself drifting off to sleep and he fought it long enough to give her a kiss and said, “That was lovely.”
She purred in his arms.
In the morning, Edward couldn’t resist having a quickie with his warm and sexy lover. Emily eagerly joined with him and they both had a satisfying climax before he looked at the clock and announced, “I guess we’d better not be late, hmm?”
“No, I wouldn’t want to get fired,” she said.
They got up and went into the bathroom together, still naked. Emily glanced at the toilet and then at Edward. He laughed.
“What? You’re shy all of a sudden? Want me to go first?”
She shrugged her shoulders and he stood and peed noisily while she turned on the shower. When he was done, he stepped into the warm water and let her take care of her business. She joined him a moment later, grinning and hugging him.
She was his girlfriend at that moment and Edward had a sudden revelation. The submissiveness was more like a game, he realized. Adriana had never been the woman for him because she was a true submissive, one who required a strong, firm master to guide her. Edward was more like an actor who took on a role now and then. That didn’t mean he wasn’t a true Dom when the time came. It simply meant they didn’t have to live the life 24/7. That would be exhausting. That thought alone took a lot of pressure off of him and he grinned broadly.