Chapter 77 - Emily

**EMILY**

Emily entered Alexander’s bedroom excitedly. It was completely different from how she had imagined a sadist’s room. It wasn’t all black, nor blood red, nor rustic oak. It was cream and white and looked like a normal, luxurious bedroom.
“Alexander, we can’t play in here,” she said, looking up at him in alarm.
“Don’t you like it?” He frowned and looked around. “Should I redecorate?”
She shook her head. “Everything’s very light here. But when you... well... those games are bloody, aren’t they? You can’t do that in such a bright room!”
At first he looked at her irritated, then he grinned broadly. She looked at him a bit irritated. “It’s not that funny. I’m definitely not cleaning up the mess at the end!”
“Yes, you are! Because before I end a session, the slave always cleans up.”
“No. Then I don’t start a session at all.”
He looked at her astonished. “What are you afraid of? Can’t you stand the sight of blood? Are you afraid of throwing up? Are you disgusted by semen?”
She blushed at the last one, which annoyed him. Now he knew that she found semen disgusting. She had wanted to be fucked by him, but of course in her vagina and not... She looked at him again, horrified. He didn’t want a mouth fuck, did he? Or even worse - did he like to cum on her breasts or in her face and then she had to wipe the sticky stuff with her finger and lick it all up and swallow it? Just the thought made her sick.
He pulled her over to the bed and gently pushed her onto it. “Honey, if you find semen disgusting and can’t change that, then we have a problem.” He sat down beside her and put his arm around her shoulder. “Have you ever swallowed semen?”
Emily grimaced as she thought of her last boyfriend who had uncontrollably ejaculated right into her face and open mouth. It had been so horrible that she didn’t want to experience it again.
“Answer me! I want to hear you!” Alexander snapped at her and grabbed her chin hard.
“Ow, that hurts!” She grabbed his wrist and tried to break free, but now he squeezed even harder. Was he trying to break her jaw? “Ow, yes, Mr. Fitzpatrick, I did, but involuntarily.”
If she had hoped he would let her go now, she was mistaken. He continued to press her chin and reached for her bun with his other hand. He tugged at it until he found the pins and pulled them out.
“Well, there’s nothing involuntary about me. I’m not going to surprise you by jerking you off like an awkward teenager,” he explained, pulling out the last few pins. Then he suddenly grabbed her hair and pulled her backwards to the head of the bed.
“Ow!” she cried out in pain, pushing off with her feet and quickly following through with her body.
“Say red if you can’t take it anymore,” he growled. The session has already started.”
“Yes, Mr. Fitzpatrick. I’ll say red when I can’t take it anymore,” she replied quickly, hoping he wouldn’t pull her hair any further.
He wrapped her hair around his fist and pushed her head far back. Then he bent down and licked a trail from her right ear to her throat. She felt his teeth sink into her throat. Emily tensed in anticipation of the bite. But he just pressed his teeth firmly against the sensitive flesh, then let her go and looked at her with narrowed eyes. “Take off your clothes! Naked. On the bed.”
“Yes, Mr. Fitzpatrick.” She swallowed nervously. All of a sudden she felt terribly embarrassed. He would surely laugh at her if she struggled on the bed to get out of her tight skirt. He was probably used to seeing sexy strippers. 
“Start, or I’ll give you a beating for keeping me waiting,” he threatened, and his voice was no longer friendly or lovingly concerned. Now he was the cruel sadist who wanted to enjoy her pain.
Hastily, she unbuttoned her suit jacket and slipped it off. She looked around searchingly and then at Alexander. “Where do you want me to put these things, Mr. Fitzpatrick?”
“Throw them on the floor. They get in the way of the bed.” Why did he sound so mocking? She suddenly wished he would return to being the charming man who caressed and kissed her tenderly. Her heart was beating wildly as she threw her jacket on the floor and unbuttoned her blouse. Uncertain, she paused, realizing that sexy was definitely not the way to go. So she ran her hands over her breasts, pulled her blouse down and slowly slipped out of her skirt. The fact that he audibly sucked in his breath gave her courage. She seemed to have thought right.
Slowly she relaxed. After unbuttoning the bottom buttons, she pushed the blouse up a bit and then caressed her bare stomach with one hand. His growl sent a tingle through her body. She became aroused as she opened the blouse all the way and let it slide off her shoulders. To pull the skirt down, she had to wiggle her hips, which made him gasp. She bent over to pull the tight skirt over her ass, so he could see her breasts jiggling in the bra. Groaning, he came over and grabbed the dangling breasts, pulling them out of the cups and tugging on the nipples.
“Emily, you’re supposed to get undressed, not put on a horny show.”
His closeness and touch made her really horny. She pushed her breasts into his hands and moaned, “Mr. Fitzpatrick, I want you in my pussy, please fuck me!”
She received a slap for this request, which took her completely by surprise. He snapped at her, “You don’t have to beg, you have to obey. Now get undressed!”
He stepped back from the bed and watched as she continued her striptease. But now she hurriedly took off the rest of her clothes and threw them on the floor next to the bed. Under no circumstances did she want another slap in the face. Her cheek was still burning from the unexpected blow. As she knelt naked before him, he grabbed her between her legs. Startled, she screamed and clenched her legs. In doing so, she unintentionally pressed his hand close to her wet slit, so close that she felt the pressure on her clit and labia like a small electric shock in her abdomen. She stared at him lustfully, about to beg for more when she noticed the burgeoning anger in his dark brown eyes. She hastily spread her legs, for that was the only reason for his anger. Right, he relaxed again and began to pull at her labia. It hurt, it was uncomfortable and yet incredibly horny. Never before had a man played with her labia! The way he felt them, looked at them from top to bottom and then touched them so intimately - it took her breath away.
“Perfect! I’ll get my suitcase and get started. Lie down. Spread your legs. When I come back into the room, I want to see your labia swollen and ready for my toys.”
To say goodbye, he pushed two fingers roughly into her smacking wet slit, going in and out forcefully a few times until she lifted her abdomen, moaning for more. Her nipples thrust hard and greedily into the air. It wouldn’t take much, just a few more thrusts and she would have an orgasm. Panting, she stared at him, clawing her fingers into the blanket, enjoying the stimulating sensation. But before she came, he pulled his fingers out and looked down at her with a smug grin. Emily shivered all over. She was disappointed that he had let her down so close to orgasm.
Suddenly, his left hand shot forward, grabbed her throat, and squeezed so hard that she opened her mouth, whimpering. At the same moment, he thrust his two slimy fingers into her mouth and twisted them back and forth. Panting, she choked as she tasted her own juice in her mouth. It was tangy, slightly sweet, and not as disgusting as she had expected. He pushed his fingers deeper into her mouth, so deep that she gagged.
“Lick them clean. I don’t want sticky fingers when I get my suitcase.”
“Yes, sir,” she mumbled and began to lick and suck on his fingers. She imagined licking his cock and felt a strong excitement run through her body again. When would he finally fuck her?