Chapter 14

“Start by dropping that fear. Give in your body. Give in to what you want, Emma.”

​ The way he said her name unleashed something within her. Nothing existed outside of this room.

​ “Could you take off your clothes?” Emma asked.

​ “You’re going to have to do better than that. This is the only night you get to tell me what to do. You may not even get the whole night.”

​ “Take off your clothes. Now,” Emma said with a more demanding tone. Will smiled and leaned back. He straddled her.

​ “Undress me,” he commanded. Emma sat up and with trembling fingers began to fumble with his buttons. “Why are you trembling?”

​ “I’m still nervous,” Emma said.

​ “Don’t lie. Why are you trembling?” Emma looked at him, her eyes dark with lust. She didn’t understand why she felt so shameful saying these things out loud. She wanted to cry out that she couldn’t do this. Her mind and body were at odds with each other. Her mind cried about how wrong this was. Her body cried out with wanton desire and an unsatiable craving to let Will demolish her.

​ “I…,” *Give in to what you want, Emma.* Will’s words echoed in her mind. “I want this. So bad. I’m ashamed of myself.”

​ “What do you want so bad?” Will demanded. “You want to learn to please?” His voice was stern, and rough. “Tell me what you want!”

​ “You! I want you!”

​ “Then,” Will leaned into her, laying her back on the bed. “Do something about it.”

​ Emma looked at him for a second, and then ripped his shirt open in one motion.

​ “Could use a little finessing, but it’s not a bad start,” Will mocked her. Emma pushed Will over onto his back, and un did his pants. She stared at his fully nude body, still surprised at the size of him. Will laughed at her clumsiness. He knew he was being a bit unfair to her. But part of him knew she needed this. He wasn’t sure what circumstances led her to him in the first place, but her life seemed to be a mess. She needed to this night to let go. To be wild and free for just one night. And it was just a lucky byproduct that he was on the receiving end of it.

​ Emma reached over to the nightstand like he did last time, and pulled out a sealed condom.

​ “Put this on,” she asserted. Will laughed. She still sounded so unsure. If this was going to work at all, she had to learn to let that go. He grabbed the packet, and tore it open with his teeth. He placed the unrolled condom at his tip, but then he looked at Emma.

​ “Roll it down,” he commanded. “Start at the top and roll it down.”

​ Emma stared at him with a question in her eyes.

​ “You’re going to have to touch it eventually,” Will teased. Emma nodded and move over to him. Will laid back. Emma hands grabbed his length and rolled the condom down. Her touch was lighter than he wanted, but she would gain more confidence with that in time. Emma rolled it all the way and looked at him with hunger in her eyes.

​ Emma knew she was supposed to seduce him. He wanted to. He seemed to like it when she was more assertive.

​ “Lay back,” she said. Will laughed and obliged. Emma stared at him and licked her lips without realizing. Her core was aching with want. She couldn’t ignore the throbbing in between her legs. She straddled and did what he wanted and let her body take over.

​ Emma grinded on Will’s hardening body, desperate to relieve the ever-building pressure. She threw her head back and a small moan escaped her lips. Will clenched his teeth in an effort to control himself. If he took over, she would never learn. And watching her let go like this was sexy as hell.

​ “This is fine for you, but what about me?” Will rumbled.

​ “But it feels so good,” Emma whimpered without stopping. “I don’t want to stop.” She was losing control of herself. That’s exactly what Will wanted. She needed to lose all of the control, so that he could be the one to control her.

​ Her movements became more frantic, her breathing wilder. Clearly, she was enjoying herself, but Will would not have his satisfaction denied tonight. In one swift movement, he flipped them over.

​ “Enough.”

​ “But,” Emma protested in panted breaths. She remembered he wanted to her to be bolder, more daring in bed with him. *This is a business deal. You have to satisfy the client. Stop thinking, Emma!* She shouted at herself. *Turn your brain off!*

​ “Shut up,” Will growled as he entered her in one stroke. Emma screamed in surprise, but it quickly changed to a loud moan as Will’s large cock stretched her. She was on top most of the time before. This was an entirely new sensation. Will grabbed her legs and threw them over his shoulder, so he could drill deeper into her.

​ Emma’s brain completely shut off as Will pumped in and out of her. His thrusts were hard and slow. Pulling all the way out and slamming back in. Her back arched in response each time, her fist clenching the blankets to maintain some semblance of control. But all coherent thoughts left her mind when Will stood from the bed, with her still entangled on him. He wrapped her legs around his waist, and her arms around her neck.

​ Her breasts were flat against his chest, and this new position created a delicious friction on her nipples.

​ “Hang on tight,” Will whispered her ear. He thrust into her, and Emma’s thoughts shattered into a million pieces. His pace was maddening. Too fast for her to be able to collect herself, but not fast enough. Pressure coiled in the pit of her stomach, and she felt her climax coming.

​ “Will!” she screamed as she was on the brink of orgasm. “Oh my God!” Will continued to pound into after she came, and moments after his orgasm joined hers. He dropped her back on the bed, a shattered, spent mess.

​ Emma awoke the next morning wrapped in soft blankets, feeling thoroughly used. No one was in bed with her. She snatched the blankets to cover herself. Will stood at the edge of the bed, still damp from a shower with a towel wrapped low and loose around his waist. Emma was now well acquainted with what lay hidden behind that towel, and the damage he could do with it. The thought made her quiver with anticipation, and she found herself wishing the towel would fall off. William Stewart was an arrogant jerk, but damn he was sexy as hell.

​ “Get up,” he ordered. All the playfulness and teasing had gone from his eyes, but the storm still raged. “We have to discuss some things.” She wrapped herself in the bathrobe that she wore last night. Will directed her over to a table by the window. On it she saw a small stack of papers and a fountain pan.

​ “What is this?” she asked.

​ “Read it,” he barked. She would never be able to understand the wild fluctuations of his moods. He would tease her, play with her, fuck her into oblivion, and then be so cold to her. She never knew which Will she would get.

​ The paper on the table turned out to be a contract.

​ *I, Emma Skye Wells, being of sound mind and body, and under no duress of any kind, do hereby submit myself to William Anderson Stewart. For a period of six (6) months, beginning on the undersigned date, I shall be available to him upon his request within reason. I shall be available to him for social events, family gatherings, and sexual encounters as he demands. For a period of six (6) months, I shall fully submit to his requests. During this period, neither party shall be involved with another person.*

​ *In exchange, William Anderson Stewart, has agreed to pay the sum of three hundred thousand (300,000) dollars as well as hospital bills incurred for one Emmett Michael Wells. After the six (6) month period has ended, I understand that I will be freed of this contractual obligation.*

​ Emma looked up at him in horror. His eyes held no emotion when he stared and demanded,

​ “Sign it.”