Broken Bonds (Club Imperial Series) (18 page)

Allison nodded. She looked up at them. “So, do you do any of the really kinky shit?”

“Allison!” they both snapped.

“Not that I’ve seen,” Victor answered behind them. “But I really recommend not opening random doors in this house.”

Emmy and Nathaniel each threw a pillow at his head.

Chapter Seventeen

It was all Emmy could do not to freak, panic, pull the sheet up and run out of the room. But she stared straight up at the cold white ceiling and was able to remain in control of herself for at least a little while. Seven years with the bra on, and in the course of two days, four people had come poking.

The doctor hmmed and hunh’ed as he was thinking. She squeezed Nathaniel’s hand and his face suddenly appeared above hers, smiling down. A moment later the doctor spun away and clicked a pen to start scribbling something. “We’re done, Miss Westerly, you can sit up and cover up.”

She covered up first, with a huge sigh of relief, then sat up on the table. As soon as she did, Nathaniel gave her a quick kiss. “Brave as always, Mistress.”

“So,” the doctor said, turning around, “these scars are mature. You said they were eight years old, so there’s no real doubt about that. The first thing I have to tell you, Miss Westerly, is that you need to toss any expectation of perfect breasts right out the window. We can improve them, but we can’t ever make them perfect again.”

“I don’t need perfect,” she insisted. “I need to be able to take off my bra and not want to vomit at the sight of them.”

“That,” he affirmed, “we can assuredly manage. We’re going to have to do a combination of procedures if we’re going to make this work. Now, I’m assuming you would like to keep additional scarring to a minimum, and possibly relegated to the underside of the breast?”

“Ideally,” she agreed.

“Well, we’re going to get rid of part of the scarring on the sides of your breasts with something called a z-plasty. It’s exactly what it sounds like—I’ll make a z shaped incision which will decrease the pressure on the skin. Then we’ll be able to do some grafting in a second and third procedure. That will take a little longer to do, as we’ll have to get the skin to grow a bit before we can harvest it. But I can imagine we can do one at a time with that.”

“You can really do this?” Emmy asked. Her mind was reeling.

“Oh, yes of course.” He seemed confident. “I’ve done much worse than this, though not so concentrated. It does make it easier to graft, being so neat and compact.” The doctor’s eyes widened in horror at what he’d just said. “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to diminish your pain, Emmy. I just want you to know this is completely doable and we’re going to proceed.”

“We’re really going to do it?” she repeated, amazed, looking at Nathaniel.

He nodded. “If this is what you want, Emmy, then yes. We’re going to do it.”

She couldn’t stop the tears. She didn’t care if they were never perfect, she wanted to be able to take off her bra in front of the mirror and not want to cry. She was crying again anyway.

The doctor took her hand. “You’ll be fine, Emmy. This is all going to work out. As long as you understand they won’t be perfect.” He let go and walked to the door. “I will have the nurses bring you the orientation packets, and we’ll start working through the procedures we’re going to have to do, and start up some of the blood work and preliminaries.” He smiled at her. “This time next year, you’ll be nearly done with all of it.”

He walked out and Emmy couldn’t stop the tears. “After all this time...”

Nathaniel wrapped his arms around her. “Come on, gorgeous, we have a party this evening we have to get home and get ready for.”

She pulled him back. “Thank you.”

“No need—”

“No, Nathaniel. Thank you, for everything. For being you and being so understanding. I’d be lost right now if it weren’t for you.”

“No, Emmy, you wouldn’t be.” He smiled at her and ran a thumb over her cheek. “You’d soldier on like you always have. And that’s what I love about you. You’re a bright woman and a force to be reckoned with. I want to see you always smiling.”

She stared at him, getting lost in his eyes. He loved her, she loved him. They were from different worlds, but neither of them seemed to care. She blinked once, then again, and said just one word to him.

“Yes.”

He gasped. “What?”

“Yes,” she repeated.

“Yes? You’ll marry me?”

She smiled. “Yes.”

He wrapped his arms around her and drew her to him, nearly crushing her. “Oh, Emmy!”

“I love you,” she said

“I love you too,” he breathed. “So much.”

“Take me home.”

“Our home,” he answered.

“Our home.” She smiled.

Joanne looked up as they walked in and she was about to say something, but she must’ve seen the looks on their faces. Emmy couldn’t stop smiling. Joanne threw the bowl she was mixing on the counter and ran over to them.

“You said yes!” Joanne yelled, grabbing both of them in a hug. Emmy nodded. “Oh, yay! Yay!” She hugged them again, then looked at Emmy. “And how did we do at the doctor?”

“He says we can do it.” Emmy felt so happy she thought she would burst.

“Oh, today is just a day full of awesome.” Joanne beamed.

“What are you making?” Nathaniel asked. “I thought we were catering everything.”

“This is my mother’s barbeque sauce,” she said, walking back over to the bowl. “No one is going to bring some jarred or canned sauce to this barbeque. Nosiree. The caterers already know this is coming, so I just have to make sure it gets out there.” Joanne looked at Nathaniel. “The caterers are setting up already and Quinn is handling them. I’m going to help in a few. I would suggest the lord and lady of the house get dressed, so they are ready to start welcoming their guests.”

“Indeed.” Nathaniel held his arm out for Emmy to take. “M’lady?”

She laughed, and took it. “Thank you, good sir.”

They walked up the stairs to their room. Their room. It made Emmy smile even more. Allison had picked her old room; Emmy had the feeling it had something to do with being close to her. Nathaniel pushed the door open to the huge room and bowed, indicating she should go in.

There was a dress hanging on the door frame. Emmy gasped. “That’s not the one I bought!”

“No, I know,” Nathaniel explained. “I sent Tina a picture of the dress you bought and she had this over-nighted for you.”

“It’s gorgeous,” she breathed, walking over to it. “I still think you shouldn’t do things like this.”

“Expect it to get worse,” he informed her. Nathaniel grabbed her arm and spun her into him. “Much worse.”

“My brain says I should be mad, but the rest of me wants to ask you to buy me an insanely expensive pair of jeans, just because you can.”

“It shall be done, Mistress.” He smiled, with a sweeping bow. He looked at his watch and peeled it off. “Hmm. Just enough time to shower.” He walked into the bedroom and dropped it on the dresser. 

Emmy looked at her watch. “It’s one p.m. We have more than enough time to shower.”

She walked in and found Nathaniel stalking over to her like a predator. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her in close. “I know we do, but I want to make sure we also have time to get dirty and then clean again.” She raised her eyebrows. “I have wanted you in the shower since our first night. I have dreamed of it. And I will do whatever it takes to make you comfortable enough to get you in there now. You can’t hide anymore from me, and I want you in the shower, all kinds of wet.”

Emmy felt herself respond to his words, lust boiling through her body. “Just three days, and it feels like six weeks again.” She reached up and started to unbutton his shirt.

He took her hand and walked over to the huge bathroom they now shared. He kicked the door closed behind them and turned the lights all the way down. He pulled out a three wick candle and lit the wicks. She smiled. “You have the oddest things in your bathroom, Nathaniel.”

He pulled her back to him. “Nothing wrong with a little mood lighting, Mistress.” He leaned down and kissed her softly. “And you’re one to talk with your personal massager collection.”

She giggled. “Where did they all go? I like to play with those.”

“Mmm, I seem to recall you enjoying one of them very much,” he whispered.

“Oh, very much indeed,” she murmured, running her hand down his chest to the buckle of his pants. 

“Emmy, I know you’re still not happy about this bra thing, hence the mood lighting. You get to hide a little bit and I get to play.”

“I didn’t know you were a breast man.” She slid the belt out of the loops, and dropped it in the corner.

“I’m a sexy woman kind of man,” he answered, grabbing the hem of her shirt and pulling it over her head in a quick motion. “Plus, we have a little engagement to celebrate.”

Emmy felt her face light up with a smile. “Well, that we do.” He started trailing his kisses down her neck. Emmy started working on his shirt again. “Hadn’t you better start the shower?” Moving her around, he pulled on the water, still kissing down her shoulder. He somehow managed to turn her around so she wasn’t facing him, and he moved her hair to the side, kissing down her back.

His hands on the back of her bra made her pull up short and try to get away from him. She managed to stop herself. “God, this is going to take a long time,” she confessed.

He put his lips to her throat and whispered, “Don’t think about what my hands are doing, think about my lips,” he whispered. The sound of his voice was so quiet and sensual that she started to relax, and his lips went back to kissing and sucking on her gently. He was so soft and so gentle and so consuming it took her a moment to realize that not only had he unfastened her, but slid the bra off, dropped it to the floor and wrapped his hands around her breasts.

Nathaniel plumped them softly and carefully, weighing each one in his hand, running his fingers over her nipples. They tightened instantly, and she felt her eyes fluttering at his touch. “Even our bath the other day, as incredible as that was, isn’t as good as this. Especially since you’re my fiancée now, and I’ll get to call you wife.”

It seemed their clothes melted away in the next instant. He was hard against her ass and it was amazing to stand with him skin to skin. He took one of her hands and stepped away from her, leading her into the huge shower. Backing under the rain shower head, he tested the temperature. Nathaniel pressed a few controls on the wall and there were suddenly two more shower heads spilling water into the enclosure. Emmy laughed. “Holding out on me!”

Pulling her under the water, he laughed as she squealed in surprise. He pulled her to him, and dipped his head down to kiss her, softly and deeply. Nathaniel slid his tongue over hers and reveled in the taste of her. She led him in and savored his taste as well. Emmy wrapped her arms around him and just let him kiss her.

After long minutes, he pulled back to take a breath. He took her shampoo from the shelf and put a healthy dollop in his hand, smiling. Nathaniel turned her around under the shower heads, positioning Emmy so they didn’t hit her hair. A moment later she felt his hands smooth over her head and then start massaging the shampoo into her hair. His fingers were firm but careful, and he stood close enough she could feel his heat even through the water.

After he’d lathered her hair, Nathaniel brought her back under the water and started rinsing it out. Emmy wrapped her hand around his erection, eliciting a small gasp from him. She started pumping her hand up and down his length, and a moment later she felt his fingers working over her hair in the same rhythm.

“I need conditioner,” she mumbled.

“Yes, Mistress.” He reached for it. He didn’t lose the rhythm as he squeezed conditioner into his palm. Emmy held a hand out and he gave her a little bit, then she switched hands. Nathaniel gasped again, and she knew it was from the smooth motion the conditioner was giving her over his hard cock.

It took everything he had to keep massaging her scalp. All the while, he was trying to catch his breath, little moans of delight escaping his lips. When he’d finally worked it all through, Emmy reached down with her other hand and cupped his sac, massaging his balls. He gasped, and she tightened her grip. “I’m coming,” he managed to breathe just a moment before she felt his hot cum jetting against her thigh. It took him a moment to collect himself, but he did and pulled her close, under the water again to rinse her hair. “Damn, Emmy.”

“You liked that,” she purred, enjoying the rinse.

“Fuck, yes.” He closed his eyes, sighing. “I like everything you do to me. You know that.” He kissed her throat, which he’d exposed while rinsing her hair. Reaching out of the spray, he grabbed a wash cloth and her soap. Nathaniel lathered up the wash cloth and tauntingly started to soap her up, his hand carefully applying the soap to every inch of her body starting with her back. He spent longer than necessary carefully cleaning each of her breasts, and paying careful attention to her nipples. He massaged the soft, soapy and slightly rough cloth over them, sending electric thrills through her.

His hands continued down her body, glancing over her hips, her ass, her thighs. He knelt down and ran the cloth gently over her legs, cleaning off each of her feet. When he stood up, she cocked her head at him. “You missed something,” she teased.

“No I haven’t.” Nathaniel pulled the handheld shower head from the wall. He re-soaped the cloth and brought it and the shower massager to her again. He kept the handheld showerhead at her waist, and the perfectly hot water cascaded down her stomach, the streams pummeling her just above the sex. It was a concentrated feeling of sweet massage, relaxing her, and Nathaniel brought the cloth around to start washing her vulva.

He cleaned carefully around her one thigh, and then dragged the cloth over to the other side roughly. Emmy stilled herself and just enjoyed the sensation. He washed the other side and brought the handheld down so it sent its spray between her legs. It was on a very gentle setting, but the sensation was delightful.

Nathaniel slipped the cloth between her legs and laved her clit slowly. The rough cloth and the soft soap was a confusing but exciting sensation on her. The hot water made her skin tingle, and the cloth, directed by his talented hand, very quickly brought her to the top, and threw her into an orgasm that had her leaning on Nathaniel so she didn’t fall.

He washed her one last time, rinsing the soap away with the handheld, and stood up again. Clicking it back into place, he turned to Emmy. She grabbed him and pulled him to her, kneading his ass and thrusting her tongue into his mouth.

“Your turn.” She panted, pulling away. She took the bar of soap he usually used, and she tsked. “Mr. Walsh, this is not approved soap.”

“I do apologize, Mistress,” he said. “I was unaware of soap restrictions.”

“Oh, yes,” she informed him primly. “We like to keep you silky, soft and smooth.” She took the bar and started to lather him up. Emmy made sure there were lots of bubbles and ran her hands over him, spreading the soap everywhere. She followed the muscles around his body and felt his hard cock brushing her again. Paying careful attention to his nipples as he did to hers, she continued her lathering and teasing. She soaped all the way down his legs to his feet and then back up to his erection.

Emmy turned him and washed the soap off, then caught his eyes. Holding his gaze, she slid her lips over his shaft, sucking him into her mouth. He didn’t break the stare, and he let out a gush of breath. She swirled her tongue around him as she moved him in and out of her. Her teeth were sheathed, for the moment, enjoying the taste and feel of him.

He blinked lazily. Emmy could see his chest heaving with each breath. Barely a whisper over the sound of the shower, his half-formed request floated down to her. “Emmy, I want you to...”

She carefully pulled him out of her mouth, “Tell me, Nathaniel. You have to say it. You like the kinky sex, you have to get used to asking for it.”