Wrapped in Silk (35 page)

Emma tossed her head back and cried out.

He propped her up with pillows, “You need to watch me make you come, see what I can do for you,” he said as he took her again in his mouth.

She watched as he skillfully licked and sucked her
, he used his fingers as he claimed her clit with his tongue and teeth, he looked up at her to make sure she was watching and slowly eased his finger out of her and his tongue took it’s place.

“Emma you taste
divine, I want you to come for me, I want to taste you more,” he said and she felt his tongue moving further south and she gasped.

“No don’t please.
..” Emma said and he shoved two fingers in her and she felt her body tightening as he rimmed her and fucked her with his fingers until she exploded, screaming out his name.

He removed his fingers and savagely sucked between
her legs thumbing her clit. Her orgasm lasted forever and when she finally finished he moved between her legs and thrust deeply into her, filling her completely. She couldn’t move and he didn’t stop. She felt the release of her arms and legs and then his mouth was on her right breast and fingers on her left pulling and sucking her until she felt the tightening in her belly again.

“Oh please, oh stop, a
hh” she cried out and came again.

Brody fl
ipped her around on her stomach drawing her ass in the air and pushed into her again, this time slower and deeper until they both climaxed together.

Brody finally sat u
p and grabbed tissues off the nightstand and gently cleaned between her legs.

“I can do that.” Emma said half asleep as she tried to stop him.

“My mess, I will clean it up. Rest now Emma because our next task is going to be as exhausting, we are going to talk about my past,” he said quietly and kissed her inner thighs as he finished up.

“How do you suggest I rest now?” Emma asked sitting up and looking at him.

Brody smiled, “I will be right back, lay down.”

What do I ask first? No just listen Emma just listen, she thought to herself.

Emma jumped under the covers and went to put on her shirt when he returned with bottled water and sandwiches.

“Don’t put that back on!” Brody yelled and she jumped in response, “You have had those covered for a month now, I just got them back and I really like them a lot,” he said kissing her and sliding under the covers.

“Ok,” she said quietly leaning into him as he took the top off her water and gave her a drink.

“Alright so my Mom left when I was eleven, we now
know why and I am in a good place with all that now. But we have yet to really discuss my father. So he began to drink a lot, Bobby and Rebecca kind of picked up the slack around the house and tended to me, the youngest. Dad simply drank and worked, he was not affectionate like my mother had been and when he looked at us when he was sober he looked hurt. I get that all now as well. When we lost my childhood home we moved in with his younger brother, my uncle. His guest house actually. Uncle Bo was a bachelor and a party machine. He and Dad spent a lot of time together entertaining. His parties were epic. Wild women, booze, and drugs. I was fascinated by his lifestyle. It was unlike I had ever seen. My family didn’t live that way when my mother was alive and well. We only saw Bo on New Years Day, I assume it’s because the days after his big parties he was much calmer, hung-over and used up,” Brody laughed. “My mother kept us from all of that, which was the right thing to do. The last Christmas Mom was alive Dad dropped us off at my Aunt and Uncles in London for two days. You know I didn’t even know she was sick, I was so pissed at her, so angry, I believe I hated her Emma and that must have hurt like hell, in her last days I hated her.”

“Brody, she wanted what was best for you. To not remember her as sick,” Emma said and wrapped her arms around him.

“Ya not a good idea. I think we went through that hu Em? I also think because of your shenanigans I understand what she was trying to do now. I however would have preferred her to have given me the opportunity,” Brody sadly spoke. “Okay so she died, and Dad went from depressed to male whore overnight,” Brody laughed. “He ended up moving in a much younger girl, Betsy, I think she was just eighteen maybe nineteen. Well her sister would visit us a lot, we fed her. Her and I hung out a lot, Bobby left for the military and Rebecca ended up going away to school. So I was thirteen and very curious, so I would sneak out to Bo’s on party nights and hide and watch the adults in there suit and ties and fancy dresses as they drank and did drugs and danced. They looked happy, so happy compared to the sadness I had lived for two years. Victoria, Betsy’s sister, was sixteen. Well she followed me one night when I went to peek in the windows of the main house to watch the adults party and I didn’t know it. When I told her to go back to the house she said she would tell on me. So I let her come along. I was much braver with an audience and well, we hide in my Uncle Bo’s room. That night he had two women in his bed tied up and he was fucking them forever. When he finished they practically fell to his feet. I remember being so happy when they finally left to get the hell out of there. Victoria and I didn’t speak of that night for a week or so, until she caught me sneaking out again. I told her if she followed me I would tie her up and she said okay. That was my first experience. She was three years older than me and probably got sick of the fact that I couldn’t last more than ten minutes, so being competitive I started making sure I would,” he laughed, “Shall I stop Em?”

“No please go on,” Emma said kissing his chest.

“Well fast forward a year, Betsy moved out and Victoria wasn’t around and Dad practically lived at Bo’s. I went to London to try to get my head on straight and stayed with my Aunt and Uncle. I attended the music school my Aunt taught at, on scholarship and shockingly I excelled at piano, I then took to guitar and became fast friends with the other scholarship kids. All in my band, one my driver.”

Emma smiled up at Brody, “I love you.”

“I love you and trust me Emma I wish I could end there but there is more. If I did not completely trust you, love you and know you feel the same I would end the story there. What I am about to tell you no one, I mean no one, except the guys know. This is how much I trust you, with my life Emma, I trust you with everything.”

“I trust you just as much,” Emma said and kissed him again.

“Alright so one night I overheard my Aunt and Uncle quarreling over money. He was angry about her wanting to buy me a new guitar and he basically said he was fed up with the charity case she brought to their marriage. Again I know now he was just frustrated and I am over it. Anyway I moved out, got a job at a dive, I was sixteen and looked twenty, you know tall with facial hair...”

“And hot,” Emma laughed.

“My story remember?” he laughed and kissed her head.

“So I tended bar and played a bit of piano. Over the next year I went from shit holes to the penthouse.
When I wasn’t tending bar I was playing gigs with the guys at all sorts of clubs. We got invited to a party and it was wild. We fucked a lot and I used my teenage skill set on everyone I could. My boys don’t know that, that’s all for you,” he laughed.

“Does Ariel know, I mean did you tie her up?” Emma asked.

“No, after Jemma died so did that part of my life,” Brody said.

“Jemma
?” Emma asked.

“Y
es, we lived together briefly. She actually introduced me to the S & M scene, opened my eyes to what I had not learned from Bo’s parties. But it was all promoted as control. They had no control, they had kids on drugs fucking, that’s it.  My first Dom was an older woman, not Jemma” Brody said sadly.

“I am sorry you lost her,” Emma said softly.

“It wasn’t like that, she wasn’t someone I was in love with. She introduced me to drugs and I woke up tied up getting my ass beat at a party one night,” Brody laughed, “Jemma was four years older than I was and very worldly. I was a toy.”

“Is there more?” Emma asked.

“I think that’s good for the night, unless you want me to talk about the Jemma years,” Brody said looking down at her with a yuck look on his face.

“So it disgusts you, why still do it?” Emma asked.

“When done right without vengeance or perversion it’s the most beautiful thing in the world,” Brody said and closed his eyes, “With you it’s beautiful and how I believe it should be.”

“I guess I am confused,” Emma said looking down.

“Okay how do I best explain this to you? When you are laying there wrapped in bows,” he chuckled, “You’re giving me complete control of you, you are trusting me completely, you know I won’t hurt you or give you more than you can handle. That is the ultimate trust one could give another, trust, complete trust.”

“So until then you didn’t trust me or believe me?” Emma asked.

“Of course I did, or I would not have had you that way,” Brody said rubbing her shoulders.

“So what do you get from it
, I mean seriously, you could have your way with me anytime you’d like,” Emma asked sincerely.

Brody laughed, “I get to please you, take you right to the edge without you crushing my face with your legs. I know you want me and desire me
, I know when your frustrated you need that, I know when you do and to me I feel much better knowing I am the one who gets to do that to you, and if I didn’t believe you before you said yes to my proposal I would know that you would be back for more.”

“Really?” Emma asked.

“Yes, pretty confident about that. Should I not be?” she rolled her eyes at him, “Don’t make me question myself or I could get out the whip.”

“You really.
..” Emma started.

“No I don’t want to beat you that’s twisted,” Brody laughed
, “But, there are many ways Emma.”

“What
’s in the last drawer?” she asked nervously.

“Can you trust me enough to not need that answer right away?” Brody asked with a wicked little grin.

“If I have too,” she groaned.

“Good, I want to talk to you about wedding stuff
,” Brody grinned and Emma smiled. “Big or small?”

“Whatever you want
, we could do Vegas,” Emma laughed.

“Done that,” Brody laughed.

“Really?” Emma asked amused.

“Yep, corny hu?” Brody smiled.

“I have done big,” Emma said.

“Yes you have,” he said moving her hand from his chest
down.

Emma laughed, “That’s perfect, after ya know
… you get me ready.”

“Okay so no Vegas or
big wedding, how about small and personal?” Brody asked.

Emma grinned, “Perfect” she purred and moved her hand lower.

“Hmm, a date Emma?” Brody moaned.

“Tomorrow?” she asked moving her hand up and down him.

“Emma, that would…be to soon…no time for planning,” Brody moaned, “Fuck Emma,” he said and she winked at him and went under the covers.

Brody pushed the cover off and grabbed her hips and scooted down the bed. He lifted her above him and she didn’t stop. “Mine” he said and brought her down on his face.

“Mine,” Emma said and sucked harder as he licked her deep, “Awe you need to stop. This was my idea, damn it!”

“Keep going love, please,” he groaned and continued pleasuring her.

Emma continued sucking him and licking the tip of his throbbing hard pleasure stick. She used her hand and sucked harder. She felt her body tighten up and wanted him to come first, she took him deeper in her throat than she ever had, letting it touch the back and he groaned deeply and her body was on the edge as he came in her mouth and she followed suit.

She lay
on top of him until her body stopped pulsing, kissing him until she could move as he gently rubbed her ass.

She sat up and looked at him and smiled, “Thank you.”

“No love, thank you, again,” Brody said shaking his head in disbelief.

“What?” Emma asked cocking her head to the side like he does and finally grinning.

“You like to do that hu?” Brody asked.

“I don’t think Like is the right word,”
she said and laid on him with her chin on his chest looking up at him innocently.

“Oh no?” Brody smiled pushing her hair away from her eyes.

“Well as much as I would like to argue it is pretty amazing, but that’s because it’s with you,” Emma said softly.

“In a loving, respectful relationship, it is more than I could have ever dreamed. Much hotter than I have ever experienced
,” Brody said running his hand across her chest. Emma smiled. “So you don’t think I am a monster, you’re not going to call me monster man instead of music man?” 

Emma laughed a deep belly laugh, “I am the Bride of
Frankenstein you can be my Monster Man.”

Brody laughed, “
Halloween is right around the corner, which by the way when is your birthday?”

“March third, wow when is yours?” Emma asked
shocked that she didn’t know.