บท 3: Chapter 3: Penthouse Fun (Continued)
Warning - Explicit Content Ahead!
By: FireBloodandTruth
Melissa's hands slipped beneath the lace, teasing Emma's skin with slow, deliberate touches, making her squirm and gasp beneath her. Emma's body arched, her breath coming faster as she clutched at Melissa's shoulders, her bratty defiance melting away into pure, unfiltered desire.
"Melissa," Emma gasped, her voice breathy, the teasing edge gone, replaced with something more desperate. "Please..."
Melissa grinned, her hands moving with more purpose now, taking control, guiding Emma exactly where she wanted her to be. "I told you, sweetheart," she growled softly, her voice rough and commanding. "You were gonna beg."
And Emma did.
Melissa grinned as Emma's breathless plea filled the room, the sound thick with need. It was exactly what she'd been waiting for. She had felt Emma's defiance simmering beneath the surface all night, but now? Now Emma was unraveling, right where Melissa wanted her—soft, open, and ready.
Slowly, Melissa pulled the lace panties down Emma's hips, letting them slide along her thighs until they were tossed to the floor with the rest of the clothes. Emma lay beneath her, completely bare, her skin flushed from the whiskey and the heat between them. The soft glow of the city lights filtering through the window cast shadows across Emma's body, highlighting every curve, every inch of skin that Melissa was eager to explore.
Melissa leaned down, her lips grazing Emma's collarbone before trailing lower, kissing and nipping along the swell of her chest. She could feel Emma's body responding to every touch, the way her breath hitched, the way her fingers clutched at Melissa's hair, pulling her closer as if she couldn't stand the space between them.
"You're not so mouthy now, are you?" Melissa murmured against Emma's skin, her voice thick with desire as she continued her slow exploration, hands gliding down Emma's sides, fingers pressing into the soft flesh of her hips.
Emma whimpered softly, her head falling back against the couch, lips parted as her body arched into Melissa's touch. "I'm... I'm just... giving you what you want," Emma managed to gasp, though the teasing edge was fading quickly, overtaken by the heat pulsing through her.
Melissa smirked, her lips trailing lower still, kissing along Emma's stomach, tasting the faint salt of her skin as she moved deliberately, taking her time to let the anticipation build. Emma squirmed beneath her, her breath quickening as Melissa's hands traced slow, firm lines over her thighs, fingers teasing but never quite giving Emma what she was so clearly desperate for.
"You gonna beg me again?" Melissa growled softly, her breath warm against Emma's skin as her hands slipped between Emma's legs, spreading them gently apart.
Emma's breath hitched, her body trembling as she bit her lip, her eyes dark with need. "Melissa, please..."
There it was. The word Melissa had been waiting for, the surrender she had been coaxing out of Emma all night.
Grinning, Melissa shifted lower, her lips brushing against the sensitive skin of Emma's inner thigh, teasing her, making her shudder with every kiss. "That's more like it," she murmured, her voice rough and commanding. "Now you're gonna get what you need."
Without another word, Melissa's hands gripped Emma's thighs, holding her firmly in place as her mouth moved lower, lips trailing over the soft, heated skin until she reached Emma's center. The first touch of Melissa's tongue against her sent a jolt through Emma's body, her hips bucking instinctively, but Melissa held her down, her grip firm and steady.
"You stay right there," Melissa growled, her voice a low rasp as she worked Emma with slow, deliberate precision, her tongue teasing and tasting, drawing out every gasp, every whimper from Emma's lips.
Emma's hands tangled in Melissa's hair, her breath coming in ragged gasps as her body responded to every touch, every flick of Melissa's tongue. She was lost now, completely at Melissa's mercy, and Melissa loved it. She loved the way Emma's body moved beneath her, the way her breath hitched and caught, the way her gasps turned into soft, breathless moans.
"Please, Melissa..." Emma gasped, her voice trembling as Melissa continued her slow, deliberate work, her tongue moving in steady, teasing strokes that made Emma's whole body tense with need. The way Emma clutched at her hair, the desperate little whimpers escaping her lips—it was everything Melissa had wanted from the moment this started.
Melissa's grip on Emma's thighs tightened, keeping her pinned to the couch as her mouth worked expertly, each movement calculated to drive Emma further to the edge. She didn't rush, savoring every second of it—the way Emma's breath quickened, the way her hips bucked involuntarily, seeking more, needing more. Melissa was in complete control, and she reveled in it.
"You like this, don't you?" Melissa murmured against Emma's skin, her voice rough, thick with desire as she flicked her tongue with just the right amount of pressure. "You're gonna give in. I can feel it."
Emma's body arched, her fingers tightening in Melissa's hair as she let out a breathless moan. "God, Melissa... yes..."
Melissa chuckled darkly, her lips brushing Emma's inner thigh before moving back to where Emma wanted her most, applying more pressure this time, her tongue moving faster, more insistent. Emma was trembling now, her breath coming in sharp, uneven gasps, her body teetering on the brink.
"That's it," Melissa growled, her voice low and commanding as she kept Emma right on the edge, her fingers digging into Emma's hips to keep her in place. "Don't hold back. Let go."
Emma's moans grew louder, her body writhing beneath Melissa as the pleasure built, intense and overwhelming. Every touch, every flick of Melissa's tongue was pushing her closer and closer, until she couldn't take it anymore.
"Please... Melissa... don't stop..."
Melissa smirked, her mouth working with relentless precision, giving Emma exactly what she needed, her movements speeding up just enough to send Emma over the edge. With one final, desperate gasp, Emma's body tensed, her back arching as the orgasm hit her, hard and fast, waves of pleasure crashing over her.
Melissa didn't stop, not until Emma was completely spent, her body trembling, her breath coming in ragged, shallow gasps. Only then did she pull back, a satisfied grin on her face as she looked down at Emma, who lay sprawled on the couch, dazed and breathless, her chest rising and falling rapidly.
Melissa leaned down, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to Emma's lips, tasting the satisfaction that lingered there. "Told you you'd beg," she murmured, her voice low and teasing.
Emma let out a breathless laugh, her eyes half-lidded as she gazed up at Melissa, her lips curving into a lazy smile. "Maybe I did," she whispered, still catching her breath, "but I think you enjoyed it just as much as I did."
Melissa grinned, her hand brushing a strand of hair from Emma's face. "Oh, I did. But next time, you might wanna think twice before tryin' to be such a brat."
Emma laughed softly, her fingers trailing over Melissa's arm, her eyes still dark with desire. "Or maybe I'll just make it harder for you next time."
Melissa raised an eyebrow, her grin widening. "Sweetheart, you can try. But we both know who's really in control here."
Emma's smile deepened, her eyes gleaming with that familiar mischief. "We'll see about that."
Melissa grinned at Emma's challenge, her eyes narrowing as she took in the woman beneath her. "Oh, we'll see," she growled, the heat between them still very much alive. Without another word, she scooped Emma up effortlessly, lifting her off the couch and into her arms.
Emma let out a small gasp of surprise, her arms instinctively wrapping around Melissa's neck as she was carried toward the bedroom. There was a brief flicker of that bratty defiance in her eyes, but it was quickly swallowed by desire as she felt the strength in Melissa's grip.
"Someone's eager," Emma teased, her voice breathless but teasing as she nuzzled into Melissa's neck, lips brushing softly against her skin.
"Not as eager as you're about to be," Melissa shot back, her voice thick with promise as she nudged the bedroom door open with her foot, kicking it shut behind them.
The bedroom was as sleek and polished as the rest of the penthouse—soft, ambient lighting, high-end furniture, and a king-sized bed draped in luxurious linens. But Melissa wasn't paying attention to any of that. Her focus was solely on Emma, and the hunger in her own chest that she was ready to feed.
She laid Emma down on the bed, the contrast of the woman's flushed, bare skin against the dark sheets sending another rush of heat through Melissa's body. Emma sprawled out beneath her, watching her with those mischievous eyes, that familiar smirk playing on her lips.
"You got any toys of your own around here?" Melissa asked, her voice low, teasing, as she ran a hand slowly up Emma's thigh.
Emma raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued by the shift in Melissa's tone. "What kind of toys are we talking about?"
Melissa leaned in, her lips brushing against Emma's ear. "You know exactly what I mean, sweetheart. Where do you keep your fun stuff?"
Emma let out a soft laugh, biting her lip as she tilted her head toward the sleek bedside table. "Top drawer. Take a look for yourself."
Melissa smirked and slid off the bed, moving over to the drawer. As she opened it, her eyes widened at the selection. Inside was an impressive array of toys: vibrators, cuffs, a few silk ropes, and other sleek, polished items that showed Emma didn't just have these for decoration.
"Well, well," Melissa murmured, picking up a set of cuffs and twirling them in her fingers. "You've been hiding all the good stuff."
Emma shrugged, her smirk never fading. "I don't use them with just anyone."
Melissa's grin widened as she turned back toward the bed, cuffs in hand. "Looks like you're not just anyone anymore."
Emma's eyes flickered with a mix of excitement and that familiar bratty defiance. "So, what are you gonna do with them?"
Melissa climbed back onto the bed, her movements deliberate and slow, the weight of her body pressing down on Emma as she straddled her hips. "Oh, I've got some ideas," she growled softly, her hands trailing over Emma's wrists before holding them above her head. "Let's see how much of that attitude you keep up when you're not the one in control."
Emma's breath hitched as Melissa clicked the cuffs around her wrists, securing them to the headboard. The leather was firm but comfortable, keeping Emma's hands locked in place. Emma tugged slightly, testing the restraints, but the playful gleam in her eyes said she wasn't planning on breaking free anytime soon.
Melissa leaned back, admiring her handiwork as Emma lay bound beneath her, the soft lighting casting shadows over her body. "Now," Melissa murmured, her fingers trailing down Emma's sides, "you're mine."
Emma shivered at the words, her lips parting as she looked up at Melissa, the challenge still lingering in her voice. "Think you can keep me under control?"
"Oh, I know I can," Melissa replied, picking up one of the sleek vibrators from the drawer and holding it up for Emma to see. "And we're gonna make sure of it."
Emma's breath quickened as her eyes locked on the toy, her chest rising and falling with anticipation. "You're really not wasting any time, huh?"
Melissa grinned, turning the vibrator on, the low hum filling the air as she brought it closer to Emma's skin, teasing her thighs with it first. "Why should I? You've been beggin' for it all night. And now, you're gonna get it."
Emma gasped softly as the vibrator brushed against her skin, her body arching beneath Melissa's touch, but the bratty glint in her eyes still lingered. "I don't beg that easily."
"We'll see about that," Melissa growled, pressing the vibrator a little harder, moving it closer to where Emma was most sensitive. Emma let out a sharp gasp, her body trembling as Melissa expertly teased her, keeping her on edge with just the right amount of pressure, just the right amount of control.
"You gonna be a good girl now?" Melissa whispered, her voice thick with desire as she watched Emma's body respond to every movement.
Emma bit her lip, her breath coming in quick, shallow gasps as she tried to maintain some semblance of control. "Maybe... if you make me."
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"I told you, sweetheart," Melissa continued, moving slowly back to the foot of the bed, her fingers lightly trailing over Emma's ankle as she crawled back on top of her. "You don't get to come until I say so."
Emma's hips bucked instinctively at the touch, her body desperately seeking more. Melissa's grin widened. She loved seeing Emma like this—helpless, vulnerable, but still clinging to that last shred of defiance.
With a slow, deliberate motion, Melissa leaned down, her lips hovering just above Emma's skin. She could feel the heat radiating from the younger woman's body, the tension building with every second. Melissa's breath was hot against Emma's thigh as she kissed her way up, her hands resting firmly on Emma's hips to keep her in place.
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