Second Touch (Emma's Arabian Nights, #2) (3 page)

In his heart of hearts, he knew Emma was canceling because she’d had sex with him and because she had feelings for him. While he was happy about that, he wasn’t happy about how much it was disturbing her life. There was no way in hell she’d ever see him again, not when it was costing her the money she so desperately needed to help her parents out, especially if her dating him resulted in her inability to work. Guilt ate at him as he glanced back at his computer screen, staring at the monitor and hating himself for doing what he was about to do, but unable to stop himself as he clicked the button to open his link to the Kiss of Blue security cameras.

He had to see her, had to know she was all right, because if she wasn’t, he was showing up at her door tomorrow morning and he was not going away until he made sure she was okay.

Emma was seeing a client tonight and he had to watch, had to know what would happen even though he knew this was
so
fucking wrong, but with all the whiskey flowing through him he found it easier and easier to justify his actions.

He’d hacked into the security system at her work and installed a back door into the program that would allow him to access the video surveillance system at Kiss of Blue. He watched Emma come in and exchange a brief greeting with Tanya before disappearing into the office area of the dungeon which had no security cameras, not really giving him a chance to see her face or figure out if she was okay. Or at least that was his excuse for why he continued to wait for Emma to reappear on his screen.

Ryan watched the foyer, waiting for the man who would come in and serve
his
woman, give Emma the pleasure that he was dying to give her, earn a smile from her that should belong to Ryan. Jealousy burned through him, but there was also a disturbing thread of arousal at the thought of watching Emma top another man. As if his brain wasn’t fucked up enough about Emma, he now had to deal with his own desires that went against everything he thought he knew about himself. Yeah, he’d had threesomes before, but that was way different from watching his woman sexually touch another man while he wasn’t there, even if it was her job. Yet, he couldn’t deny how hard his cock was at the thought of watching Emma do just that.

Fuck, he needed a therapist and another drink.

The front door of the Kiss of Blue dungeon opened to admit a clean-cut, conservative, middle-aged couple, both dressed in well-made tan trench coats. The woman was a tall, slim redhead with artfully mussed hair, and the man was well-built and had short, dark hair with hints of silver and an easy smile. Ryan leaned forward and studied them, surprised to see a woman and a man together. And they were together. Their affection for each other was obvious in the way they held hands and the wedding bands on their fingers. Of course, they could be a couple cheating on their spouses but he didn’t think so. They moved in a way that only people who’d been together a long time managed, like they were extensions of each other.

Tanya greeted them as Jenny and Adam and exchanged pleasantries before she directed them to the room where Emma would meet them. Ryan tracked their movements through the dungeon until they opened the door to the room Tanya had specified and went inside. When he saw the room he couldn’t help but smile. They were in a well-stocked playroom with just about every BDSM implement one could imagine hanging from the walls or arranged on a black velvet covered table, the metal gleaming like jewelry. The only equipment in the room was a spanking bench that was particularly well-designed for the submissive’s comfort and a large chair on an elevated platform with two steps leading up to it in the corner of the room.

Having been strapped down to more than one bench spanking bench himself during his training, Ryan could appreciate how the bench in the dungeon was designed. There was a raised, padded center section covered in black leather big enough to fit a person’s torso from groin to mid-chest. A curved, padded half-circle at the top of the bench, also covered in black leather, resembled the face rest for a massage table, allowing the person strapped to the bench to rest their head without straining their neck or back. Behind the small raised platform were two long, narrow padded extensions of the bench where the legs could be strapped. These extensions could be raised, lowered, or spread apart. Ryan could imagine what it would feel like to be strapped down there, held for Emma’s experienced touch. His cock throbbed and he resisted the urge to touch himself.

He wasn’t watching this to get off, he was watching to make sure Emma was okay.

Yeah, right.

The couple was laughing, and he turned up the volume before grabbing his drink and draining the last of the whiskey, eager to hear what they were saying even as he felt like a total douche bag for spying on them.

The redheaded woman, still dressed in her trench coat, gave her husband an excited smile. “Are you ready for this, babe?”

Adam laughed softly and gathered her into his arms, their love for each other obvious in the way they smiled, and Ryan’s heart ached anew for Emma.

“Yep. Just go easy on me.”

“Easy on you?” Jenny lifted her chin and something about her stance, the way she held herself changed and a frisson of desire moved through Ryan. “I’m not here to learn how to be easy on you. I’m here to learn how to give you the dominance we both love. The dominance you crave. On your knees until Mistress Emma gets here. Present.”

Adam let out a little groan as his wife released him and took a step back as she loosened the belt on her coat, a groan Ryan echoed as he realized this wouldn’t be a dual submissive couple, but apparently a new Domme and her submissive husband. Ryan reached down and adjusted his cock behind his now too-tight jeans, moving his chair close to the monitor while the redhead slowly removed her jacket, revealing her trim body clad in a sexy bit of black lace lingerie that had Ryan licking his lips.

Black lace panels that barely covered her breasts attached to a black lace thong. The top portion of the lingerie looped around her neck like a halter, and when she walked around Ryan got to appreciate the firm jiggle of her buttocks in the thong back of the outfit.

“You look amazing,” Adam whispered. Jenny smiled while she trailed her fingers through his short hair.

The door opened before she could respond. When Emma sauntered into the room she made the redhead look like a little girl playing dress-up. A ball-tightening rush of lust raced through Ryan’s blood as he took in his beloved Dominatrix and almost came in his pants. Tonight, she wore a tight, sparkling blue latex mini dress with puffy sleeves. The dress ended well above the bottom of her ass where it was gathered into points attached to a pair of white fishnet thigh highs with blue latex bands at the top. The dress was so brief that he could easily see her exposed pussy with its downy golden hair and the white latex waist corset was cinched down tight enough to give her a ball clenching hourglass shape. Her breasts hung lush and heavy above the corset behind sheer white mesh, and Ryan wished with all his heart that he was there right now, begging for her touch instead of the lucky bastard on his knees.

To Adam’s credit, he didn’t gawk at Emma, but Ryan could see him stealing glances at her and that brought on a weird mix of jealousy, anger, and hard desire. At the same time, Ryan wanted to both beat the other man’s ass for having what he couldn’t and to kneel next to the other man and await the women’s pleasure.

Jenny smiled at Emma, and Ryan ached as he watched her give his Mistress a soft kiss. There was nothing as flat out fucking beautiful as two women together. He massaged his cock again, wondering how many times he would jerk off while watching them and prayed at the same time that Emma might give him a call after her session tonight.

If he was right, she planned on indulging herself with the couple. He hoped it would mellow her out and reassure her that she still had enough control of her life to do her job and see Ryan.

The women broke apart and directed a look at the man on his knees that made chills race up and down Ryan’s spine. Dominance radiated from them, and even though he knew she was still new at this, there was something about Jenny that screamed
Domme
. Ryan sat back with a shuddering sigh and let himself pretend he was there in that room with them, that Emma was looking at him with such heat, and he was about to enjoy the touch of the most beautiful woman in the world again even as his heart ached because he wasn’t the one getting ready to serve her needs.

Emma took a deep breath and gathered her concentration then held Jenny closer, taking in her floral scent before whispering against her ear, “You ready for this, honey?”

She turned in Emma’s arms and her body trembled faintly. They were about to take a big step in her training and Jenny was nervous, not that Emma could blame her. The type of play she was going to teach the couple required an immense amount of trust on Adam’s part and Jenny was afraid of screwing it up due to her inexperience. Part of the thrill and responsibility of being a Domme was making a scene as good for her submissive as humanly possible, to be able to go beyond the ordinary and make it extraordinary. Add to that the fact that Adam had been fantasizing about this particular kink for years and Jenny felt like she had a lot to live up to.

Last night, the women spent around an hour texting about how their training session would go. Even though Emma had no desire to be here, she owed it to the couple to shove her personal shit to the side. She was the only one they would go to and she couldn’t reward their willingness to explore their sexuality together by bailing on them, especially not after Jenny’s discovery of Adam’s kink almost destroyed their marriage. When Jenny found her husband’s stash of BDSM porn eight months ago, she’d been devastated that he’d been hiding this side of himself for the last sixteen years of their marriage. After lots of talking and lots of tears, they agreed to see if Jenny could give Adam what he needed. It turned out she was a natural Domme, and Emma had the privilege of watching their relationship grow and love deepen while she trained them.

Just like her love for Ryan had deepened.

Fuck, no. No, no, no. Not thinking about him
.

A flash of feeling Ryan moving inside her, kissing her, and loving her, went through Emma, and a ball of unease began to tighten in her stomach. She tried to shove those feelings away, to focus on the couple, but it was hard. After she ran out on Ryan like a scared little girl in the middle of the night she’d literally worried herself sick. The thought of coming to the dungeon to do a solo session with her regulars made her nauseous. Even though she hated herself for her weakness, she cancelled her sessions last week and a few earlier this week. A fresh wave of guilt moved through her as she thought about the men she’d abandoned.

Eric was an older gentleman who’d lost his Domme a year ago when she was killed during a home invasion. He wasn’t ready to move on to a relationship with another Domme yet, but he was submissive to the bone and craved the release that BDSM gave him both emotionally and physically. Emma provided him with a safe outlet for his needs which allowed him to mourn the woman he’d loved and still have the connection he needed. He’d tried to reschedule twice but she just couldn’t get up the courage to see him. Eric was very needy, liked lots of touching and cuddling, but the thought of him touching her made her skin crawl. She couldn’t subject Eric to her personal bullshit, he’d sense it and he was easily hurt.

Then there was Miles, a hardcore pain freak who loved to be beaten until he wore her arm out. He had what she liked to call a leather ass, meaning he’d been a pain slut for so long that his tolerance had built up until hitting him was like beating an old piece of leather. In order to give him what he needed she really had to work him over. Their relationship wasn’t sexual in the least, but after a week of barely eating due to her nausea she knew she didn’t have the stamina to give him his money’s worth. She’d sent him to the one of the other Dommes instead and had a feeling she’d lost him as a client. That should have upset her because of the loss of income, but instead she felt relief.

The last client that she’d bailed on last week, Dashawn, was a professional baseball player who had to keep his need to serve a secret for public relations purposes and had no desire for a relationship after his very bitter divorce. Emma enjoyed spending time with the handsome black man, but Dashawn was more sexual than Eric and he was one of the few submissives she allowed to give her oral sex. While she and Dashawn didn’t have romantic feelings for each other, more like friends with benefits, she got off on topping him and there was no way she could properly take care of Dashawn while Ryan was constantly on her mind.

At the thought of Ryan her heart cried out and she pulled Jenny into a hug, needing the contact of another human being.

Making a soft sound of sympathy Jenny whispered, “You okay, Emma?”

One of the things Emma liked about Jenny was her empathy; she swore the other woman was psychic at times. The redhead was really, really good at reading people and that skill would make her a formidable Domme. In many ways Emma saw shades of herself in Jenny, except the other woman had a man she loved beyond words while Emma was alone. But she didn’t have to be alone anymore and she was dying to give in to the temptation of Ryan’s love. If only the price of loving him wasn’t so high. While she would endure anything for the chance to love him, she couldn’t let her parents down.

She was so fucked.

Pulling herself together she whispered, “Sorry, Jenny. Just some personal bullshit. It won’t affect our time together.”

Laughing softly Jenny rubbed her nose against Emma’s neck before placing a tender kiss on the sensitive pulse point that gently stirred Emma’s passion. “Mmmm, then we’ll just have to work Adam over extra hard and see if we can’t help take your mind off of whatever is bothering you, though I’m guessing it’s a man. Only men can make even strong women crazy.”

Emma leaned back in the other woman’s arms and grinned at her. “Isn’t that the truth?”