Emma and Joe: Chapter 8 Redone
I'll tell you about my experiences with Joe after you've checked out Meeting Joe Part 1 & 2, and the first seven chapters of Emma and Joe. His visits to my house became a regular occurrence, and we continued our daily chats on Kik. Even though Joe's phone calls became less frequent and tasks were only done once or twice a week, I was fine with it because we were spending more time together in person.
Each week, Joe made me feel cherished. He checked on me if I was ill and was always ready to assist me. He reminded me he was there for me, even if I was resistant because it was something I was used to. Joe and I read different things and talked about exploring anal play next.
As the month of May began, I got anxious about finding time for Joe and me while longing for his touch. I was worried about going without it for a long time. Following my usual routines that morning, I chatted with Joe.
Emma: Good morning, daddy!
Joe: Good morning, baby. How did you sleep?
Emma: I slept well, just getting this Monday going. You?
Joe: Not bad, I'm loading up the truck to head out. Have you thought of anything we could do tomorrow?
Emma: I haven't really, I'm open to ideas...
Joe: I have some from our conversations this past month and your reading. I can bring some gloves for you to use, and we'll experiment with prostate play.
Emma: I'd be up for that. I'm looking forward to seeing you squirm for once.
Joe: We'll see about that, babygirl. But we better get on with our day so I can stop by tomorrow.
Emma: I guess so, have a great work day.
Joe: You too, babygirl.
I worked throughout the day but found it challenging to concentrate due to my thoughts of Joe. The following morning, I got the kids to school, rushed home, and showered, excited for Joe's visit. As I got out of the shower, a Kik notification chimed.
Joe: Good morning, babygirl. Near your place in 30 minutes... and I have a surprise for you.
Emma: Good morning, daddy! What's the surprise?
Joe: If I told you, it wouldn't be a surprise, would it?
Emma: Hmm...
Joe: Smile, damn it!
I pulled a tank top over my head, put on some lace panties, and sat on the couch, scrolling my phone. His truck finally arrived 30 minutes later. I purposely left the door unlocked, as I usually did when Joe visited, considering he had a key to my place. He took off his shoes and headed over to me.
"You're overdressed," Joe commented, giving me a hug and kissing me.
"You're MORE overdressed," I retorted as I tugged at his shirt.
"We need to fix that." Joe helped me stand and headed to the stairs.
While walking up the stairs, Joe slapped my ass through my panties and I fell onto the sheet.
"You're feeling bratty?" Joe inquired, "We can correct that." He laughed evilly as he lay on top of me, forcing my arms to my side.
"Hold on, I thought I was supposed to do things to YOU!" I retorted. Joe lurched above me, his passion burning brightly.
He had a few surprises up his sleeve, which he planned to unveil in May. Joe walked into my house, pulled off his shoes, and came over to me, where he greeted me with a warm hug and a kiss. He made sure to tie me down, even though he had a key to my place and could just walk in.
I served as a good listener, which made him affectionate and protective, and Joe repaid me with caring, thanks to all the roleplay idealism that nurtures me. Emma felt nervous about the surprising encounters planned for tomorrow, as the 30-minute mark approached. Joe's arrival was even a bit late for his usual visits; his surprising arrival slightly outweighing the unexpected departure from his regular habits. I was curious about the different items Joe was carrying, which lay on the floor, next to the bed: gloves and a bag of metal objects that made a clinking sound.
When Joe pinned me down on the bed, I was shocked and complained about how I was the one who was supposed to do things to him. His eagerness to take charge in this situation removed any fear I might have had, though, reminding me of his past promise to be there for me.
As he pinned me down, the bag filled with metal clanked against the bed frame. Emmahalfheartedly ranted about how she was the one supposed to make him squirm. But Joe went on generously with his promises and soon left me to wonder about his plans when he left the door to his truck.
I let him undress, taking off my top, and, left ready, asked him to share his surprise. When he mentioned gloves, I laughed in anticipation, assuming he was preparing for our relations. But once he mentioned prostate play, I grew excited.
Finally, Joe reminded me of the things we discussed and tried over the past month, and he couldn't wait to explore a few more titillating ideas with me. Letting out a loud laugh, Joe warned me not to get greedy, and then he got comfortable as I rocked up to meet him.
"Let's discuss that later," Joe responded, "But before that... these are coming off"
Joe took my underwear down my legs, and I kicked them to the floor. He leaned down and bit my nipple through my shirt, and then pulled it up and over my head, tying it around my bound hands.
Joe slid himself between my legs, rubbing his beard along the inside of them. He brought his mouth to my clit, swirling his tongue on it as usual. I managed to wriggle my hands out from under my shirt and grabbed his head, urging him to do more.
Joe enveloped my clit in his mouth, sucking it in, while his tongue danced around it. "Grab your nipples," he instructed before returning to his rhythm.
I squeezed my breasts, while my nipples grew hard. Joe continued his actions on my clit, and then two fingers penetrated me slowly. I pinched my nipples, tugging them as far as they could go, aiming for the anticipated discomfort.
Just as I reached the verge of orgasm, Joe stopped.
I grumbled under my breath, shooting a dirty look at him.
"Good girls are the only ones who get to cum," Joe said matter-of-factly as he lay beside me, "Plus, today is your day."
"And what if I just lay here and do nothing?" I countered.
"I guess then we'll simply rest here," Joe responded casually as he embraced me.
I snuggled up to his chest, feeling my tension dissipate. I traced my fingers through his chest hair, as well as his beard on his face. I always enjoyed touching him.
I moved my hand down his torso, gripping his soft cock. Even in its softer state, I found pleasure in manipulating it. I stroked him for a bit, and then wrapped it next to his body. Then I began to fondle his balls, gently, slowly squeezing them, and tugging them as he liked it.
Positioning my head at the base of his cock, I took it in my hand once more, and enclosed my lips around it, filling my mouth. As I sucked, his cock began to harden. I let his cock out of my mouth and fondled his balls.
I shifted my position so that I could straddle his thighs while still holding it. I took his rigorous shaft into my mouth again, gazing into his eyes from above. After that, I climbed up, positioning his cock between my thighs so that the head of it touched my clit but failed to penetrate.
"This works really well," Joe mused, reaching for his phone. He turned it on and proceeded to snap pictures of my tightly closed labia hugging his cock. "This will be perfect content someday for someone," he noted, then tossed the phone away.
Just when I was about to sink onto him, he declared, "Babygirl, if you want to do anything further, you'll need to stop."
I got on the bed between his legs, covering his cock with my mouth, gazing into his eyes with my head close to his. I then moved up and straddled his legs, pressing his cock into me so that it touched my clit without entering.
"This is a great pose," Joe said with a smile while capturing more pictures of me, "We'll have some content to share someday."
He tossed my phone aside, and I aligned my hips with his, slowly sinking down. His cock filled me, hitting each critical spot. I took his hands and placed them on my breasts.
He rubbed them and twisted my nipples as he usually did. "No." I growled, slamming my hands over his, making him grip my tits harder.
I continued to ride Joe like that until I was close. Then I seized his hands and held them by the sides of his head, preventing him from touching me. I also exposed my tits to his face. He tried to chase my nipples with his mouth, but I maintained a safe distance. This made him groan and strained against me. As I increased my pace, I reached my climax and fell down next to him.
"No cumming for you," I declared, kissing him on the cheek and whispering, "...at least not yet."
I rested my head on Joe's chest, focusing on his breathing to calm down. I noticed his erection softening, so I slid my hand along the length of his cock. Joe moved restlessly, tensing his legs.
I moved my hand slowly up and down his shaft, circling the head and squeezing his balls. I brought my tongue to his tip, licking the opening of his urethra.
"This'll kill me, babe," Joe muttered between breaths, as he squirmed more.
I got up and grabbed a bottle of lube and a rubber glove. I stood beside the bed, opened Joe's legs, and placed the bottle between them. I knelt beside him, putting on the glove.
"I believe you're due for a medical exam, sir," I teased, laughing as I snapped the glove against my wrist.
Joe's rock-hard cock was still, and I began sucking on it, fondling his balls with my gloved hand. I had to stop myself from continuously sucking him off, since I had other plans.
I squeezed a generous amount of lube onto my fingers, and with my other hand, lifted Joe's balls to expose his anus. I smeared lube around it, feeling his butt pucker and clench in response. I massaged the lube on the outside of his opening until he relaxed once more.
I moved away and squirted even more lube, coating it thoroughly onto my fingers. When my fingers re-entered his anus, it stayed open. I returned to sucking his cock, rubbing his balls in gloved hands.
I put my mouth back on his cock, using my fingers to slowly slide in and out of his anus. My gloved hand fondled his scrotum, arousing him more. In the meantime, I went back to sucking Joe's cock.
Sliding my finger into his anus, I felt his tightness resuming. I released Joe from my mouth, and then started fingering him, matching my finger pace with my suction. Fighting the urge to continue, I stopped myself from sucking him off again.
I then rubbed my lubed finger on his anus, feeling it tighten with my touch. I applied even more lube to my fingers, fingers slipping easily into his rectum. My other finger joined his, his anus clenching with each insertion.
"How do you feel?" I asked him.
"Good, so far," he replied.
"Keep going, or stop?" I questioned.
"Keep going," he begged.
"Maybe you need to beg more," I smirked, rubbing his balls.
I inserted my fingers in and out of Joe, moving in adventurous patterns. He squirmed underneath me even more, causing his cock to harden again. I began sucking his cock as my fingers continued their work.
I made a mental note that his cock felt larger than normal. I felt for a walnut-sized spot while rubbing his prostate with my tongue and my fingers. Joe's legs began to tense, and I pressed a bit more, rubbing harder on his prostate.
"Don't stop," Joe begged, grasping my hair for leverage, and fucking my mouth wildly.
I increased the speed of my finger movements back in his anus. His body tensed again, so I eased up slightly. Joe's hand stayed on my hair, cum already dripping from his cock.
I rubbed Joe's prostate again, inserting my other finger. He came hard, spasming, gripping my hair and coming in my mouth. I didn't slow down until he relaxed.
I pulled my fingers out of his anus and sat up. I took off the glove and threw it away, grabbed a few paper towels, and cleaned him up. I then lay down next to Joe.
"Stay there," I ordered.
I went to the bathroom, removed the glove and threw it away, then cleaned myself up. I returned to the bed, snuggling into Joe.
"You were delicious," I whispered, kissing him. "I wish I could have you inside me instead."
I woke up abruptly due to Joe's alarm blaring. I rubbed my eyes, trying not to move too much as I knew I'd have to get up once I did, and then he'd have to leave. Our bodies had become entangled during the night, my skin stuck to his in various places.
"I guess it's time to get up," I said, attempting to grab Joe closer to me.
"Yep, I suppose so," he sighed, yawning.
"Can I see what else you brought?" I inquired, definitely curious.
"Certainly." He replied, reaching for the felt bags he'd brought. He pulled out a metal object. "Since you're interested in trying anal, how about some butt plugs of varying sizes? And since pink is your favorite color, here you go. There's a weekly training task for you."
"This sounds enjoyable," I commented, hypnotized by the cool metal plug in my hand. "I'll be eager for the outcome."
"I need to head to the bathroom," said Joe, and he made his way towards the restroom. As soon as I heard him peeing, I had to join in.
Upon returning to the bedroom, Joe was partially dressed and we stood at the entrance for a while longer than usual, hugging. "Today is truly a day I wish I didn't have to go," Joe expressed.
I responded, nesting my face into the nook of his neck and inhaling his scent. "Me too."
Joe left, and so did I, each prepared for our respective daily tasks. He gave me a call several times throughout the day, which I appreciated since I was concerned for his welfare and well-being due to what we'd done the day before. Then, as the night drew to a close, I logged into Kik to chat before going to bed.
Joe: Thanks for this morning. You made me feel amazing (in a very good way). Today was a long one, so I'm sorry we couldn't chat much this evening.
Me: I appreciate your check-ins and touching base with me. I enjoyed the phone calls earlier.
Joe: I cherish chatting with you, you mean more to me than I can articulate.
One morning, I awoke feeling achy all over - even my extremities. Fingers, toes, and my tongue hurt. Rubbing my eyes, I wished I could linger in bed for a while longer before having to commence my daily responsibilities. On Kik, Joe's message was already waiting.
Joe: Good morning, baby girl!
Me: Good morning, Daddy.
I sighed, knowing I had to stand up and shower soon.
Joe: A shower from you would be much more ideal.
Me: Maybe one day we'll scrub off together. For now, coffee will have to tide us over.
As May came to a close, my anxiety returned, knowing my children would be around more often, and that Joe's wife would be at home for the summer break as well. We made the most of our remaining time together, still managing to spend quality moments when possible.
During the summer, I maintained daily communication with Joe, even occasionally finding ways to see him in person for some R&R. Primarily, I would visit whichever site he happened to be working on at the time, either day or night. However, I couldn't help but yearn for the next opportunity to nap naked with him.
During the swift passing of summer, each week seemingly lasting an eternity as we approached August and the resumption of school, I dediced to compose an email to Joe, my dear friend who was about to embark on a Las Vegas journey with his wife. Despite the quick pace of summer, I decided to express my gratitude for our two-year-long companionship.
Following a hectic day at work, I sat down at my laptop once the children were tucked in bed and all household chores completed. The words spilled out effortlessly, yet I pondered whether Joe would feel comfortable with my heartfelt disclosures about him. I read through the text a final time before hitting send........
July 2022
Subject: Appreciation
Dear Dad
Unforeseeably, we crossed paths in an online chat room I had joined from Fet. I never could have fathomed that I would find a remarkable individual in such an unpredictable manner. During our initial exchanges, our interactions were confined to a friendly dynamic. Our relationship was purely platonic. I had no intentions of pursuing anything more and didn't foresee a romantic connection arising from our conversations. I was emotionally exhausted and had resolved to abandon any attempts to satisfy my needs. I had grown indifferent towards receiving love or engaging in kinky encounters.
Two years have elapsed since we began conversing and seeing each other. Despite the fortification of barriers within me, you found your way inside without effort. I'm striving to reinforce the walls of my heart in a positive manner, addressing the fissures of self-doubt fostered over the years. I'm gradually learning to embrace myself. Although my anxiety persists, it has lessened in intensity day by day. No longer are there more bad days than good, as there haven't been for years.
Thank you for your thoughtfulness in the form of "good morning," "goodnight," and "good girl" messages. I rejoiced at the prospect of a positive day, regardless of the amount of fatigue or busyness, when I woke up to your encouraging greeting. While face-to-face encounters are sparse, your "goodnight" messages had a similar effect and stirred emotions of optimism before bedtime. I owe gratitude for the numerous text conversations, phone chats, a significant number of days spent together, and all shared pictures and videos.
Thank you for being the genuine, compassionate person you are, and for sharing your time with me. You've stayed by my side during trying times and endured through numerous hardships. Despite my attempts to present an emotionally unavailable facade or distance myself, you've remained steadfast in your commitment. At times, I've tried to extricate myself from our relationship, giving you an opportunity to disengage. I also went as far as attempting to shut you out on days when my thoughts were particularly distressing. When I believed that I was too fractured for your admiration and deemed you deserving of a healthier relationship, you provided consolation and assured me that you would stand by me.
Thank you for the array of emotionally satisfying moments I've experienced. Memorable gestures such as heads kisses, opening my car door, kisses in public, and embraces as we napped in your arms were previously viewed as unrealistic. Seemingly insignificant, yet meaningful actions, including surprise visits to check up on me, texts proclaiming affection, services rendered, and your briliant mind that conceives novel tasks and ideas, have positively impacted my life.
Thank you for the joy you instill in me and our shared absurdities. Thank you for guiding me through unfamiliar territory, including the lake we discoverd upon our first in-person encounter, the moment you accommodated my petulance, novel erotic experiences, your willingness to embrace novel ideas, the consuming tasks, and your astounding wit that generates those tasks and concepts.
I'm grateful to you for helping me express myself and sharing my thoughts, even the not-so-great ones. My true voice has been silenced for a long time, and sometimes it's hard for me to put the right words together. I know you want me to communicate openly with you, but I'm still learning. You've been patient with me despite my at times frustrating lack of communication and shutting down. You're always there to comfort me when I'm upset with myself for causing you frustration and when I'm distressed about my own struggles.
I cherish the hugs and physical touch that I've been starved of in the past. Your hugs ease the stress I feel when you embrace me, and your arms around me make me feel relaxed and safe. I miss you on rough days, as your hugs are a powerful stress reliever. I look forward to even the smallest acts of affection, such as your hand on my face, your fingers caressing my back, or your arms around me while we lay next to each other.
You've given me touches that I desperately needed, yet never expected anything in return. I enjoy touching you too. Sometimes I still fear that I'll annoy you with my affections, but you remain receptive. My past experiences have conditioned me to pause before running my hand through your hair or rubbing your back. Thankfully, you don't push my hands away or insult me as others have.
Thank you for making me feel secure and cherished–so many in my past have left me feeling unsafe and unsettled. I can't fully explain how you make me feel safe, but being around you calms my fears and comforts me. I've always been an anxious sleeper, but your arms wrapped around me and your body next to mine allow me to drift off nearly instantly without wanting to waste the time we have together. I've never slept better than I do when I'm cuddling with you.
Your kindness and affirmations have helped me feel loved and valued. I've heard I mattered to others, but only a few really made me feel that way. This feeling is amplified by all the little things you do.
Meanwhile, your openness to experimentation has enhanced my personal experiences. Your willingness to explore new aspects of life with me, both with each other and individually, has given me gratifying experiences that would've been merely OK with previous partners.
While I struggle with my self-worth and negative thoughts, you ensure that I feel wanted, desired, and cared for. I also worry about the uncertain future, but knowing you care about me brings me a sense of warmth. I don't know where our journey will lead, but I'm thankful for the two incredible years we've shared, and am hopeful for many more.-
From one adventurous soul to another,
Your Emma.
As soon as I heard the ping on my phone, I logged into Kik, and sent Joe a message urging him to check his email. With them being mid-flight, he wouldn't receive the notice immediately. When morning came, I logged in again to see if he had read it.
Joe: Good morning, babygirl. I finally got a chance to read your letter, and it made my eyes water. Thank you.
Emma: Good morning, Daddy. I'm relieved you liked it. I wasn't intending to burden you with too much information or seeking more time together, but simply wanted you to know how much I cherish having you in my life. Tell me if it felt too personal in any way.
"I totally get where you're coming from. I'm feeling pretty content right now. I often find myself wanting more, but I recognize that's not an option at the moment. I'm really happy, and I want you to be the same. I don't think you overshare, either.
Emma: Thank you, I'm happy too. It's just that with my anxiety, PTSD, and trust issues from everyone leaving me in the past, I can be a lot sometimes.
Joe: I might not always show it, but you're constantly on my mind. I'm always wondering what you're into or what you're doing, and it's not just about the physical stuff. I want you to feel comfortable enough to know that you won't scare me away or drive me away by sharing your past experiences.
I'm working at the construction site tomorrow. If you're available, we could set up a hug. I think we both need one.
Love you, babe."
Emma: "I'm sorry, but I have work that day. I'm just counting down the next few days until school starts back up. Love you, Dad!"
Joe: "I'm counting down too. I miss you and your touch so much while you're at school."
The next few days passed by slowly. I was annoyed because Joe hadn't given me any tasks for a while. At the beginning of the summer, he had assigned me some daily tasks, but he hadn't even asked how I was doing with them. I didn't see the point in doing them if he didn't care about my progress.
School started back up, and Joe and I had our usual celebratory day together. We spent the day playing and then snuggling after a much-needed nap. It felt great to be close with him again. I missed his touch so much during school breaks.
As the days got closer to my birthday, my anxiety increased. I wasn't a fan of the day, but I knew that Joe had something planned. He'd been dropping hints every day for weeks, saying my birth was "something to celebrate". Despite my protests, he insisted on planning something.
That night, I logged onto kik to check in with Joe.
Emma: "How's your day going?"
Joe: "It's been good, got a lot done. How about you?"
Emma: "It's been long, and I'm already ready for the week to be over."
Joe: "I could skip coming over tomorrow if that's what you want."
Emma: "No!"
Joe: "Okay, I'll be there by 9:30, then you'll have me all to yourself."
Emma: "I was wondering what you had in mind for tomorrow."
Joe: "I have a stop to make first. I'll text you when I'm on my way. I should be there by 9:30."
Emma: "Sounds like a plan. Where's my task for tonight?"
Joe: "Put your phone down and go to sleep. Think of it as your bedtime. I can't be there to tuck you in, but you need to rest up for tomorrow. Don't forget, Daddy's putting you to bed."
Emma: "Fine."
Joe: "Goodnight, my little one. Can't wait to see you tomorrow."
Emma: "Me too. Goodnight, Dad."
The next morning, I woke up feeling nervous and not wanting to get out of bed. I knew it was important that I did though, or else the kids would be without transportation and our plans would be canceled. I logged into Facebook and checked my notifications, but there were no happy birthday wishes or messages. I checked kik, and Joe had changed our group name to "Happy Birthday for Emma" and sent a good morning message.
I finally got up, showered, and took the kids to their respective destinations. I came back home and sat on my couch, scrolling through TikTok, waiting for 9:30 when Joe would be here. Every car that passed caught my attention, but it wasn't him. Finally, at 9:40, his truck pulled up in front of my building.
Joe got out of the car and walked up the walkway. He was dressed in his typical workwear - pants, a Carhart t-shirt, and a baseball cap on his head. In his hand, he held a bag. He strolled inside as he usually did. He took off his shoes, dropped the bag, and made his way over to the couch where I was.
Joe grabbed my face, pulled me in for a kiss, and then pushed me back onto the couch. His body pressed against mine. He then released me and sat next to me.
"Lie across my lap," he commanded.
I got up from the couch, unsure and nervous. I knew I wouldn't be able to lay on his lap without sitting on his leg, I thought to myself.
"I know what you're thinking," Joe said, responding to the thoughts in my head, "You're not going to hurt me. Across my lap. Now!"
Gingerly, I knelt next to him on the couch and then laid myself across his lap. I tried to balance my weight on my arms and knees, but he forced me down onto him. My bottom was exposed, barely covered by the lace panties I wore that day.
"You're getting birthday spanks," Joe announced as he began rubbing my bottom. "Count."
Gently, he pulled my panties down below my butt cheeks, not that they would have put up much resistance. He rubbed my bottom for a few seconds before he started spanking my bottom rhythmically as I counted the blows. After five spanks, he would stop, rub my bottom, and then continue.
We reached 35 spanks, and after finishing his massage on my bottom, I waited for the last three blows. My senses had heightened, and I could feel myself getting wet between my legs, wishing he would hurry up and fuck me.
Instead, Joe's hand found its way down between my thighs and cupped my vulva. His fingers parted my lips, and he inserted two fingers inside me as his thumb rubbed against my clitoris. I moaned as he continued, pushing myself back onto his hand every time he pulled his fingers out.
"You're always so wet for me, Emma," Joe murmured, as he grabbed my hair and forced my head to turn to face him. "My good little slut." He pulled his fingers out, despite my body's protests, and began cleaning his fingers with his tongue. Then, he delivered the last three spanks.
"And one more," Joe said as he slapped my bottom one last time. "Stand up, hand me your phone, and drop your panties."
I did as instructed, and Joe took a photo of my red bottom. He handed me back my phone, grabbed the bag he brought in, and then held me in a hug.
"Happy Birthday, babygirl," Joe said as he tightened his hold on me, inhaling the familiar scent that soothed my anxious thoughts. "Everyone deserves cake on their birthday."
I looked inside the bag and saw a small cake. I had mentioned the week before that I hadn't had cake for my birthday since my youth, and it had lost its significance. Yet, here he was trying to make my day special.
I placed the bag on the couch and pulled him into a hug, squeezing him as hard as I could while burying my face in his neck. Relieved, I led him upstairs, and flopped on the bed on my stomach. Joe got undressed, then climbed on top of me. He used his weight to press my body down as he had done before. The sensation of his body on mine was soothing, and I could feel his hard cock rubbing against my ass.
"You're allowed to press your ass into me all you want, babygirl," Joe whispered in my ear, "I'm not taking it yet, but I will soon. Now, ass in the air!"
I rose onto my hands and knees, and Joe immediately thrust into me. I faced down into the mattress, moaning at the feeling. Compatible with his pace, I forced my body back onto him, accelerating the pleasure he provided. Once he picked up the tempo, his hands traveled to my hips, rubbing them.
I climaxed hard onto his cock. "You must have really gotten turned on from the birthday spanks," Joe remarked as he stayed deep inside me. "That was pretty quick for you."
The only vocal response I could muster was a series of muffled noises. Joe smiled at my state as he pulled out of me. He reclined on the bed, drawing me into his embrace.
"I'm going to make your birthday special every year," Joe assured me, despite my protests. "Just because it's your responsibility to plan doesn't mean it's not my responsibility to make it memorable."
Joe kissed my forehead while he rubbed my back. "You mean more to me than you know."
One day, after a heated argument, Joe calmed down and started rummaging through my toy drawer. He picked up my clover clamps, some rope, a metal plug, and some lube.
"Wrap your wrists together," he ordered.
I held them a few inches apart, and Joe tied a double column restraint, tying my wrists together. He looped the remaining rope through the headboard, securing my hands above my head.
"On your hands and knees," he said, checking the knots to make sure I couldn't reach them. I lay still, teasing him by not moving.
Joe got closer, grabbed my face, and squeezed my cheeks. "I said hands and knees, no repeatitions." He warned.
With a heavy sigh, I turned over, and went on my hands and knees as instructed. I could tell he was getting frustrated by how slowly I was responding. Suddenly, I felt the sting of his hand on my ass as he slapped it. It was already tender from our earlier session.
"Ouch!" Ipretended to cry.
"Haha! That didn't even hurt you. Besides, your safe word is stronger than words like 'ouch'," he teased.
Joe's hand rubbed my ass, occasionally slipping between my thighs to rub my clit. Each time I tried to push against his hand, he would pull away, making me growl. He found this amusing and laughed every time I growled.
The lube cap clicked, and Joe squirted it onto my ass. My skin prickled with goosebumps, and I shivered as he spread the cold lube across my asshole. The cool metal plug was pressed against my chest. Joe slowly pushed it in until only the jeweled end was visible.
"On your back," he said.
I rolled over, and he spread cold lube on my ass. My ass clenched around the plug, and I could feel myself getting wet again. I wished he would just fuck me right now.
Joe trailed his fingers up and down my legs. He tied each ankle to a corner of my bed. My body felt on fire, needing his touch. Each spot he touched my body would move towards his hand, craving more.
He knelt between my legs and applied the clover clamps to my nipples, gently pulling the chain. He took more pictures, saying we'd do a photo shoot to share on Fet. My face grimaced, and Joe told me not to frown, that I was hotter than I thought.
Joe licked my thighs before biting each side. He trailed his tongue to my clit, teasing it. I tried to move my hips but couldn't, with Joe constantly pulling me back. He continued until I was close to climaxing, then stopped and pulled the chain, causing me to moan.
Joe tugged on the chain while licking my clit, and kept going until I felt the pressure building inside me. I wanted to hold back to avoid squirting on his face, but the bloodshot feel was becoming too much to handle. So, I prepared myself as he decided to fuck me.
"Please, fuck me," I begged as he undid the restraints.
"You just had to ask," he replied.
His hand reached out and pulled me on top of him, kissing me passionately. I grabbed a handful of his hair, pulling him into me as we lay on the bed.
I perched myself atop him, locking his arms at the headrest, and lowered myself onto his solid shaft. Relinquishing his limbs, I stood up and rode him with relish, not minding the additional capturing of photos by him. My single-minded aim was reaching an orgasm.
With a warning, Joe croaked, "Slow down there, Emma." I could tell he was nearing his climax. "Lie on the bed."
Frozen in position over him, with his manhood still deep within me, I pursed my lips.
"Make me. Do it." I snarled.
Before I could even chisel out the family name, Joe took command of my shoulders, forcing me onto the bed, his frame pressing against mine and his feet holding down my limbs, allowing hardly any maneuverability.
I laughed smugly.
"Obviously," Joe muttered, rolling his eyes, brushing his lips against mine, and advancing to my ear. "I want to copulate with you, Emma, not simply 'fuck'."
Joe continued with his kisses towards my mouth and crashed into me, my hips conjoining with his. I nestled my legs around his groin, tying his buttocks with my heels as our velocity intensified.
I moaned into Joe's hair as his pelvis rubbed my clitoris and he bit my neck. My fingertips twisted around him, I threaded my nails under him so as not to scrape his back. Hardly had we been at it for a few moments when I drew near once more, and Joe amped up his actions until we both grunted from climax and Joe pancaked himself on top of me.
For a long spell, we didn’t break the contact, unless Joe shifted to the side, clasping me to his bosom. We catnapped until his beeper began howling. Labouring to head out of bed and clothing myself, I was sobered by the realization that his stay was over and the festivities were concluded.
We both got dressed and traipsed downstairs. Joe constricted me to a hug and I snuggled my nose in his neck.
"I regrettably must decamp, baby girl." Joe announced, still clutching me dearly.
"I’m aware," I mumbled softly.
Joe disentangled himself, offering me a kiss on the forehead before decamping. I marched to spic and span the premises while mulling over the morning's events, neglecting my doldrum vibes from his departure.
My eyelids embraced me that night, tossing and turning with his presence, flipping through the photographs with a faux grin etched into my face, and answering the whisper in my brain that I had been expendable for some time. But since Joe had disavowed me, I'd no cause to worry... Hadn't he?
To be continued...
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