Taming Emma by Natasha Knight Read Free Book Online

head.
    “Look at me.” It was a rough whisper. “Open your eyes and look at me.” He fisted a handful of hair when she didn’t comply quickly enough.
    “Luke,” she said.
    “Master,” he corrected.
    “Master. Master…” her mouth opened, but no more sound came and she struggled to keep her eyes on him. His cock twitched inside her throbbing pussy and they came in a violent moment of climax that left them both weak and empty upon its completion.
     

Chapter Five
     
     
    When Emma woke the next morning, she lay alone in the bed. Evidence of the night before left her thighs sticky and her bottom sore. She turned to the clock. It was half past nine. Climbing out of bed, she pulled the curtains open and stood stunned for one moment. A sliding glass door led to a balcony that overlooked Aspen and the rise and fall of the hills in between. The sky was bright blue, as it usually was here. She opened the door and inhaled the clean, cool air, then closed it behind her and turned to check out the bedroom.
    The large room contained a king-size bed set against the back wall, a nightstand on either side of the bed and a tall dresser that looked like an antique. One blown-up, framed photograph hung on the wall. Intrigued, she walked closer to it. The woman’s dark eyes looked back at her. Long black hair hung down her back as she sat on the edge of a bed in a small, dark room. Dressed in a corset with the breasts cut out, thigh-high stockings held up by garters, and a pair of incredibly high patent leather black pumps. She had one foot on the floor and the other was raised to the level of her face and she held it high with one hand. Her bare sex was offered, as if a gift, to the camera. Emma swallowed. The image was beautiful, open, erotic beyond anything she’d ever seen.
    “Do you like it?” Luke asked from the doorway. She’d been so engrossed by what she saw that she hadn’t even heard him.
    “I…yes. It’s beautiful.”
    “Thank you,” he said.
    She remembered he’d been interested in photography back when he and Nate were friends. “Is it your work?” she asked as he walked toward her. He was once again fully dressed in jeans and a light sweater while she stood naked.
    He nodded. “If you like, I will show you my collection later.”
    “I’d like that very much,” she said.
    He nodded. “How do you feel?” he asked.
    She flushed. “A little sore, but good.”
    “Turn around,” he said, stepping closer so she took one back. He grinned. “Better yet, put your hands on the footboard and bend over. Legs wide so I can inspect you.”
    “Can I at least have a shower first?” she asked.
    He shook his head.
    “Please?” she squeaked.
    “No.”
    His expression told her he wasn’t going to budge. Hesitant, she moved to the foot of the bed and, spreading her legs, bent forward and gripped the footboard.
    “Good girl,” he said, coming to stand behind her.
    He touched the flesh of her buttocks and she tensed.
    “Relax, soften and let me see. I don’t plan on spanking you until after breakfast, as promised.”
    “But I’m still sore,” she said.
    He cupped one tender buttock.
    “You’re not bruised. I think you’ll be fine.”
    She kept her eyes on the headboard.
    “How’s your pussy?”
    She flushed at his words, then once again when he placed his hands on either cheek and spread her open.
    “I asked you a question, Emma,” he said. “Ah,” her pussy lips parted as if on cue. “I think you’re more than all right,” he said, dipping his fingers inside her, then proceeding to find her clit.
    She moaned as he played and when she heard his zipper go down, she arched her back.
    “Emma,” he said. She heard him unwrap a condom and after a moment, felt his cock against her.
    “Yes, Sir…” she barely managed.
    “I don’t want to fuck you if your pussy is sore,” he said, his wet fingers teasing before settling over her anus.
    She gasped and tensed again.
    “Are you sore? Shall I