The afternoon sun filtered through the windows of Nathan's living room, casting long shadows that danced on the walls as the three friends conversed. Nathan, with his easy smile, turned to Dan with a playful nudge.

"So, how's the love life going, Dan?"

Dan let out a robust laugh, his silver mane shaking slightly.

"Let's just say I'm keeping it mostly physical for now," he replied with a twinkle in his grey-blue eyes. Emma, perched on the edge of the couch in her flowing dress, the white gold heart-shaped necklace catching the light, couldn't resist joining in.

"You mean a booty call, right?" Her tone was teasing, her green eyes sparkling with mischief.

Dan, Nathan's childhood friend, always had a presence that filled the room. His years of physical work before the office life had left him with a sturdy, barrel-chested build that contrasted his current suave demeanor.

"It's a bit more than just a casual hook-up," Dan countered, a smirk playing on his lips

Emma leaned forward, her curiosity piqued. "Oh? So a girl actually managed to reach that stone heart?" She continued with a grin, "When are you introducing her to us?"

Nathan, aware of more than he let on, offered a knowing smile but stayed silent, leaving Emma to glance at him, puzzled.

Dan's voice dropped to a more serious tone. "She's my current submissive."

Emma's brow furrowed. "What do you mean, your submissive?"

Nathan decided to clarify, "We've never talked about it, but Dan is very much into the dominant/submissive games."

Dan nodded. "My submissive is a girl who lets me use her as I please."

"Are there really girls who like that?" Emma asked, skepticism lacing her voice.

"Oh, more than you might think," Dan said, his half-smile suggesting untold stories.

The topic shifted as Nathan stood. "It's getting late. Dan, staying for pizza?"

"Why not," Dan agreed, his voice a low rumble of contentment. Nathan shrugged on his coat, "I'll be back in twenty. You two play nice." And with that, he was out the door, leaving Emma and Dan alone.

The earlier conversation hung between them, an unspoken question still lingering in Emma's mind. She finally broke the silence, "About your submissive...". Dan smiled slightly. "I see it intrigues you. What do you want to know?"

"How can she enjoy being used like that?" Emma's voice was laced with genuine curiosity.

Dan's smile was gentle, yet there was a spark of challenge in his gaze. "Do you want me to show you?"
Emma's face drained slightly of color, her tinged with caution, "No, well, I assume you're joking, but you're Nathan's best friend, that's kind of a borderline joke."

Dan, ever the composed figure in his well-fitted suit that accentuated his robust frame, reassured her with a calm demeanor, "Don't worry, I wasn't suggesting anything untoward with Nathan. Just to show you that pleasure can be found in unexpected places. If you're up for it, I can demonstrate without touching you, or barely. Certainly no sensitive areas." Emma, her curiosity wrestling with her sense of propriety, hesitated, "You won't do anything inappropriate?"

"Absolutely nothing without your explicit consent," Dan affirmed, his smile never wavering, his eyes reflecting sincerity.

"Alright then, but honestly, I'm skeptical about both the pleasure in submission and your restraint," Emma said, letting out a nervous laugh that betrayed her mix of amusement and apprehension.

"In the pleasure of submission, or that I'll keep my word?" Dan asked, his tone playful yet probing.
Emma couldn't help but laugh, "Both," she declared, her laughter a mix of disbelief and nervous anticipation.

Dan chuckled. "Now, do exactly as I instruct, no cheating. First, remain seated in your chair, and close your eyes."

With a light-hearted scoff, wary yet intrigued, Emma adjusted the flowing skirt of her dress, ensuring she was comfortably seated, and closed her eyes. "Just so you know, you better not try to kiss me," she added, her lips curving into a playful smile. Dan rose from his seat, his imposing figure now standing directly in front of Emma. His presence was undeniable, his groin inadvertently positioned at face level with her. Despite her eyes being closed, Emma could sense the proximity, the change in the air around her. Dan allowed himself a fleeting moment to appreciate the view. Emma's serene face, the delicate white gold necklace resting against her skin, all so close to his crotch, an intimacy he knew was unlikely to repeat.

"Stay perfectly still, keep your eyes closed, and only move when I say," Dan instructed, his voice a low whisper, closer than Emma expected, causing her to give a slight start. He placed a firm, yet gentle hand on her shoulder. Emma let out a nervous giggle, which she masked as mockery, but it was clear her composure was beginning to fray.

"Sorry," she said, straightening up, her smile lingering as she tried to regain control of the situation.

With deliberate care, Dan reached for the back of Emma's head, his fingers threading through the silky strands of her hair. A shiver, unbidden and surprising, coursed through Emma. Dan, meanwhile, indulged in the forbidden fantasy, his thoughts fixated on the bulge that was beginning to form in his trousers, so provocatively close to the lips of his best friend's girlfriend. Despite his affection for Nathan, Dan's primal urges whispered temptations of fucking Emma, or at least, her mouth, right there, in ways that would betray every trust.

"Are you beginning to feel any pleasure?" Dan queried, his voice smooth, testing.
With a throat gone suddenly dry, Emma managed a stammered, "Not... not really."

His hand glided from her shoulder to the soft curve of her neck, then to her cheek, where his thumb lightly grazed her lips. Holding her head with a gentle firmness, Dan was taken aback by Emma's silent compliance. He had anticipated an objection when he first touched her hair. Dan was resolved. He would proceed until explicitly told to stop, determined to test the boundaries of her consent and curiosity. He guided her head back slightly, exposing her face in full view, her compliance silent yet telling. "Open your mouth," he commanded with a tone of authority.

Emma, caught in the moment, slightly parted her lips. Seizing the chance, Dan pressed his thumb inside. Instinctively, Emma's lips sealed around it. The spell was abruptly shattered by the sound of the front door. Emma's eyes flew open to meet Dan's from below, his smile wide and knowing. She recoiled, releasing his thumb, and hastily stood, stepping back just as Nathan appeared, bearing two boxes of pizza, oblivious to the charged atmosphere he had just walked into.

Nathan returned with a grin, "Sorry for the wait, folks. Hope your hunger matches your patience!"
Dan responded with a playful glint in his eye, "Oh, indeed, my conversation with Emma has certainly stirred my appetite."

At his words, Emma felt her cheeks warm, the double entendre not lost on her. As he arranged the plates, Nathan asked with a light-hearted curiosity, "What was the hot topic while I was gone?"

Dan started to say, "We were discussing..." but Emma, fearing what might come next, cut in sharply.

"His questionable choice of pineapple on pizza," she said, forcing a laugh. Nathan chuckled heartily, "I think there are some beers left in the cellar. I'll grab them." And with that, he stepped away once more.

The moment Nathan was out of earshot, Emma's expression turned to one of accusation as she hissed at Dan, "What did you do to me? You didn't slip something into my drink, did you?"

Dan's response was composed, his voice steady, "No, nothing like that. You're just beginning to meet your true self."

Emma, with a mix of annoyance and intrigue, demanded, "And what's that supposed to mean?"

Dan moved closer, his voice lowering to a near whisper, his stare locking onto hers, "A young woman with a deep-seated desire to be dominated."

Her body betrayed her with a flush of heat, her mind racing. No one had dared to speak to her with such boldness.

"Nonsense..." Emma muttered, trying to dismiss the unsettling yet thrilling feeling.

Nathan's return broke the tension, beers in hand. "Found them! I knew we weren't out."

They settled around the table for dinner. Dan and Nathan chatted amiably, their voices filling the room while Emma ate in relative silence, her thoughts still tangled in the web of emotions spun by the earlier confrontation with Dan. Nathan glanced over at Emma with concern, "You okay, Em? You've gone quiet."

Emma managed a weak smile, "Yeah, just a bit tired. I think I'll head to bed."

Dan stretched, standing up as if to leave, "Well, in that case, I should probably get going too."

Nathan waved a dismissive hand, "No, don't worry about it. The bedroom's upstairs. She won't hear a thing."

Heading towards Emma, Nathan gave her a tender kiss, which she returned, though lacking her usual fervor. "Wow, you really are wiped out. Go on up, I'll join you later." As Emma ascended the stairs, she couldn't help but steal one last look at Dan's sturdy frame. Nathan, eager for some one-on-one time with his old friend, fetched a bottle of wine, ready to continue their evening together.

Two hours had passed, along with a few more bottles of wine, and Nathan was now teetering on the edge of drunkenness, his words slurring as he struggled to keep his eyes open. Dan, however, with his formidable build, managed to hold his liquor well. He helped his friend lie down on the couch, where Nathan passed out almost instantly. Dan looked at the staircase leading to the bedrooms, then at the front door. An opportunity like this might never come again. With a silent decision, he made his way up the stairs.

He entered the bedroom where Emma lay on her stomach, her right leg bent slightly, wearing nothing but a black nightie with matching panties. Dan approached quietly, sitting on the edge of the bed. After a moment's hesitation, he let his fingers trail along Emma's thigh, starting at her knee and moving ever so slowly upwards toward her inner thigh, barely grazing her skin.

Emma, half-asleep, let out a soft moan but didn't stir. Not being pushed away, Dan's touch grew bolder, first caressing her buttocks gently, then with more firmness. Emma responded by lifting her right leg slightly higher, unwittingly granting easier access to her intimacy. Dan's smile was one of wicked intent. He began to lightly stroke her through her panties. Emma sighed, her face burying deeper into the pillow.

Seizing the moment, Dan's touch became more insistent, and he moved her underwear aside to expose her. Without further hesitation, he brought his face close, extending his tongue. The touch of his tongue to her most sensitive area caused Emma to lift her head with a sharp cry of pleasure.

"Ah... yes... keep going," she whispered breathlessly. Dan continued his lingual exploration, careful not to touch her with his hands, aware that their size might give him away. He applied all his skill for Emma's benefit, who felt the crest of orgasm approaching. "Yes, keep going, I'm almost there..."

At the critical moment, Dan ceased his efforts. Emma let out a mingled cry of ecstasy and frustration. Emma flipped onto her back, ready to confront man who had left her hanging, "Why did you stop, Nath—"

Her words caught in her throat as she saw Dan, and she let out a startled gasp. Without giving her time to react, Dan dove back in, his tongue finding her now-exposed intimacy. Despite the shock, Emma couldn't help but release a moan of pleasure, her body was too primed, too close to the edge to resist.

Just as the wave of climax was about to break over her, Dan paused once more, leaving Emma writhing in desperate need. The teasing was torturous, she needed release. Instinctively, she tried to move her hand to finish what Dan had started, but Dan swiftly caught both her wrists, pinning them above her head with one strong hand.

Emma's voice was tinged with confusion and arousal, "What are you doing?"

Dan's smile was devilish, "You asked me to show you what my submissives feel. I'm giving you the full experience."

Emma struggled slightly. "Let me go."

Dan's grip didn't loosen. "Oh no, not just yet. You have a choice. We can either stay like this while your orgasm fades away, or I can make you come. But for that, you'll have to beg me."

"What? You actually think I would—" Emma's words were cut short as Dan's finger lightly brushed against her clit, sending a jolt of pleasure through her.

Dan whispered, "Beg me."

"I..." Emma hesitated, her body betraying her need. Dan didn't wait for her to finish. He toyed with her clit again, briefly, skillfully. "Aahh," Emma groaned, the pleasure was agonizing, her climax so close yet out of reach.

Dan repeated his demand, "Beg me to let you come," as he teased her once more, leaving Emma teetering on the brink.

Emma was driven by desperation. "Please, make me come."

Dan, with a grin of triumph, teased her clit once more, "Say it again."

"Aah... I beg you, make me come," Emma pleaded, her voice a mix of torment and desire.

Dan presented her with a choice. "For this time, do you want to come with my cock or my fingers?"
In a moment of clarity amidst the haze of pleasure, Emma almost screamed, "Your fingers! Make me come with your fingers!"

Dan demanded, "Beg me to fuck you with my fingers."

Now shouting, Emma complied. "I beg you, Dan, fuck me with your fingers!"

Pleased with her surrender, Dan complied. What followed was a minute filled with moans and the sounds of his fingers working, culminating in Emma's explosive orgasm, her cries echoing without restraint. Exhausted and euphoric, Emma drifted into a post-orgasmic daze.

Dan stood up, a look of satisfaction on his face.

"I hope you enjoyed the experience. Don't hesitate if you ever want to explore more. I have so much more to show you."

Dan rose and left the room. As he walked out the front door, he murmured to himself with a grin, "Emma, I'll fuck all your holes one way or another, sooner or later."