Chapter 11

"I'm sorry," blurts Emery taking a step into his apartment. It unsettles her even more seeing him so calm without a hint of anger in his eyes.  
"If you were sorry, you'd tell me what was so 'personal'," he states. 
Emery sighs and looks down briefly before gazing up to meet anguished turquoise eyes. 

"I had to go to the Principal's Office."
"Why? What happened? Is everything okay?" asks Dane. His anger dissociates only to be replaced with confusion and concern. It’s definitely not like Emery to go to the Principal’s Office-especially not for something bad, and it has to be something bad for her to have lied to him.
"I don't want to talk about it. It was nothing, it's done now anyway," replies Emery begging with her eyes for him to just drop it.  
"Okay, Emery I'll drop it but just know that you can tell me anything. Don't keep things from me, I'm your mate, you can trust me. But I won't pressure you, I just need to know one thing...Are you okay?" 

Emery smiles a grateful smile. 
"Yeah, I'm fine," she grins, silently thanking him for not pursuing the matter. Something in Dane's eyes changes and excitement shows through. 
"Good, because in that case. Strip," he orders with an equally excited grin.  
"What?" exclaims Emery with shock. 
"Strip. Everything off, now," he commands again.

Emery drops her bag and looks around the room.
"Right here? Now?" she wonders. Were they not going to do this stuff in the bedroom? Wouldn't that be more comfortable? Not right here in the front room which so not as intimate feeling as the bedroom.  
"Emery don't make me tell you a fourth time...Yes right here, right now, strip."
"Oh-Okay," mutters Emery sliding off her earrings and jewellery. 
"I'll be right back," Dane says leaving for the bedroom. Emery watches him go, growing confused and curious as to his plan with her. 

Dane fetches the cuffs and binds before returning to see Emery slip out of her dress. 
She hesitates at her underwear and glances at Dane. He raises his eyebrows in a silent question of, 'are you disobeying me?' She sighs and tugs off the bra and strips down the thong. Dane places the cuffs and binding on the kitchen countertop and gazes back at his completely naked, shy looking mate.  Emery's back straightens slightly as he stalks nearer.
He walks behind her and strokes one hand down her back to her ass. Tingles and tension grows in Emery as he starts placing kisses at her shoulder. His hands trail back up to her hips and he twists around to be in front of her. Licking and sucking up her neck, he forces his lips onto hers in a rough, passionate kiss. Emery feels all his dominance in that kiss as he takes all control away from her, but she likes that. She likes him taking charge like that. Putting her in her submissive place as he dominates over her. Even with such a simple act as a kiss, he shows it and that excites Emery.

Pulling back, Dane smirks at her breathlessness, right before he sweeps her up in a single motion and lands her on his shoulder. Emery gives out a squeal at the action and wiggles to get comfortable on his shoulder. Not allowing her that pleasure he places an arm across the tops of her thighs to restrict the movement and with the other he squeezes and massages her ass. 
"You really hurt my feeling today Emery and now, you're going to be punished for that," he lowly growls.

Before Emery can say anything-woosh!-she's dropped gently over onto the breakfast bar counter. Her hips and legs hang of the side and front press onto the cold top. Her nípples harden at the coolness and she sighs a soft moan because of it. Dane places one hand on her lower back and gathers her wrists behind her back. Then with the cuffs and binds he locks them there behind her back. With one hand held onto the binds for support, he strokes down to her ass.

"On a scale of 1-10, how much do you think you hurt me, Honey Bee?" he asks her lowly. Emery squeezes her eyes shut and tries to calm down her swerving libido. 
"Um..I'm-I'm not sure Dane...6?" suggests Emery. 
"Hmm...6 is a good number," he muses.

Good number? For what? Emery’s just about to ask when-smack!- she receives her answer. Crying out at the sudden spank to her left ass cheek, she feels searing hot pain only to have it replaced with an intense pleasure. The cry turns into a moan as another slap comes, this time to her right cheek. Dane presses harder at her lower back and repositions her hips up higher trying to cease the movement of her wiggling hips.  
"Stop moving," he commands sending another slap to her right cheek.

Emery curls her toes tightly and wills herself not to thrash. As another one came to both her left and right ass cheeks alternatively, sending her body into an inferno of pleasure.
"Please Dane..I need to come, please," begs Emery panting. 
Dane strokes her reddened ass observing how beautiful it now looks in its blushing state. 
"Please Dane," she whispers.

Dane slips his two fingers past her ass and down to her soaking wet pússy. His díck hardens even more feeling the sticky juices there and he grinds himself against her. Emery groans again feeling him stroking the swollen staff against her core. If only redundant objects such as clothing were not in her way!

"Tell me how sorry you are, then beautiful. Beg me," orders Dane hoarsely. 
"I am..."-groan-"I'm so so sorry Dane...” she moans, "I'm sorry..please baby...please forgive me...please make me come...please Dane...I'm sorry."

"Spread you legs," he orders delving into her more with better access.
He wriggles and strokes her tight walls, all the while restraining her thrashing body with the other hand. Then as he feels her on the verge of coming, she begs him to let her and after a while of denying that sweet pleasure, he shows mercy. 

Emery gives one last cry as she comes and collapses onto the counter, panting and regaining her energy. Dane steps away and helps her to her feet.  
"Are you okay?" he asks her tenderly; stroking away the sweat soaked escaped curls.
"Great," she says looking down and seeing him still there with his raging erection.

Suddenly collapsing to her knees, Dane’s eyes widen in panic.  
"Woah. Baby, what are-" He cut himself off as he feels her rubbing her head at his erection. With her hands still behind her back, she pulls at the zipper by her teeth.  
"Dane," she mumbles biting on the material at his button. Dane lifts her head off him and raises it so she may look at him. 
"Are you sure, Honey Bee?" he questions painfully. He doesn't want her to do this out of gratitude but because she wants to.  

She nods her head once and that's it. 

He hastily shrugs off his jeans and let's them drop willingly to the floor. Ripping off his t-shirt he looks down and watches his gorgeous mate rub him through his boxers. Emery has no idea what she's doing exactly but from all that she's read in her saucy books, she hopes she can match the description.  

As she drags down his boxers with her teeth and lips, he lets out a groan as his erection springs free. Emery gazes up at him with her misty greys and keeping the ash coloured orbs trained on him she takes one long lick down his whole length. Dane groans again feeling her wet saliva tickle him.
Emery then tries recalling what her books taught her and starts off slow by sucking at his tip. 
As she sees and tastes the glistening bead of pre-come juices she dives her head further down onto him. She licks and swirls her tongue around before lightly grazing her teeth along his skin. The taste of salt and muskiness invade her tastebuds, overpowering her senses and for some strange reason, Emery doesn't dislike it. In fact, she finds herself growing to enjoy it and fuelling her confidence. Dane can't help groan and take his mate's head in his hands as she starts to push herself to new limits and starts gagging.

"You have to relax," mutters Dane in a groan. 

Listening to him, Emery focuses on relaxing her throat and suppressing her gag reflex as she goes down again. This time she manages to stop from choking and nearly manages to take all of him in. Dane just moans in appreciation and Emery can feel him take control again, growing wet from giving him pleasure.
Then, eventually, with an estranged cry of ecstasy he burns so beautifully into her mouth. His hot seed shoots down her throat and without a second thought she swallows, tasting the spicy tang to it and relishing in it.
Dane exhales deeply as he runs a hand through his dishevelled hair before pulling up his boxers and jeans. Grinning wildly he helps his mate up and releases her bonds. 

"Holy crap...Emery...Baby," he mumbles trying to find the right words. Unable to retrieve them he just pulls her into his chest and hugs her tight. Emery holds him for a while before he pulls back. 
"Dane, could I take a shower?" she asks wanting to get the sweat off her skin.  
"Yeah. Sure," he nods. 
She mutters a thank-you and walks towards the bedroom.   

As the hot water washes away the evening’s events Emery can't help the disgust wash through her. The way she'd eagerly sucked and swallowed makes her feel a little nauseated at herself. Her first time doing that and she'd loved it. Swallowed it all, in fact and that only serves to cause her to feel even more dirty. 
People say she's innocent but if they ever saw anything like that, saw her hunger for him, they'd no doubt believe her to be some kind of whore. A few tears run down her face and is quickly swiped away by the pattering water.  
What is she doing? For over a fortnight, she's given herself to Dane. Allowed herself to be taken to disgraceful new heights and today she'd acted even more of a harlot and...This has to stop. She shouldn't do this. Even though it feels so good. 

Dane cleans up just in time to see his mate asking for her clothes in nothing but a towel. He feels himself stirring with lustful thoughts but reigns them back in and hands Emery her clothes. It's when she emerges from the bedroom he notices the redness under her eyes. He curses himself as he recognises that she'd been crying.  

"Emery! Wait, come back here," he shouts just as she was about to say goodbye and walk out the front door. 
Internally groaning she steps towards him.  
"Honey Bee, what's wrong?" he asks tenderly.  
"Dane..I can't do this anymore," she whispers as he takes her face into his palm.  
"Wh-What do you mean baby? Look at me...What's wrong?" He asks nervously. He'd never thought she'd reject him and right now, it's starting to sound an awful lot like rejection. 

"When I...it's just..." 
"Emery you don't ever have do that again if you don't want, okay? If you don't like it, I won't ever ask you to..Alright? Happy now?" He'd sacrifice his happiness for hers any day and if she doesn't want to do something Dane isn't going to push her to do it. 
"Dane that's the problem!" Emery cries, "it's not that I don't like it..it's that I-I...love it."
Dane's face splits into a smile for a second before he grows confused. 
"I don't understand. What's wrong then?" he asks. 
Emery sighs and feels the tears building up in her eyes.
 "I was...I was like a slut...I was so..eager and I-I...swallowed it all...I'm not innocent Dane, I'm a whore," she mutters feeling the tears spill out of her eyes.
 He feels his body relax slightly and wipes the tears with his thumbs.
"Emery, you're not a slut or whore or any of those nasty names you insist on calling yourself. You're beautiful and pure. You are my mate, you're supposed to like it-like me. It doesn't make you a slut. All the things we do, you like it, because you're my mate. No-body's going to judge you for it because if anything they're jealous. Okay?...Baby, I love that you can do that. I love that you like the taste of me. I love that you are submissive to me. Don't ever feel bad about it, promise?" 

Emery looks at the Angel in front of her and thanks the Gods and Goddesses for such a blessed creature.  
"Promise," she whispers and then with an incredulous laugh, "How do you do that, Dane? How do you make me feel so much better in an instant?"
"By telling you the truth," grins Dane placing a soft kiss to her lips, "now let's get you back to Tory."  
"I wish it was the weekend," grumbles Emery under her breath.
"Me too, Honey Bee," laughs Dane sweeping her up in his arms for one final parting kiss of the day.