Emma stood before the bathroom mirror, her fingers tracing the delicate outline of her heart-shaped necklace of white gold, a symbol of her enduring bond with Nathan, gifted to celebrate their five-year journey together. Several weeks had elapsed since "the incident" with Dan, and she had endeavored to suppress it, relegating the memory to the darkest corners of her mind. Whenever Nathan suggested having Dan over, she strategically planned outings with friends, ensuring her behavior betrayed no hint of the turmoil within.
Tonight, she had orchestrated an evening meant to reignite their passion. She donned a stunning three-piece black lingerie set, the lace barely concealing her form, complemented by a garter belt that fastened her silk stockings, and a thong that promised more than it revealed. Over this, she chose a short skirt and a black top, embracing her love for dark hues that made her fiery red hair and emerald eyes stand out even more starkly.
As she adjusted her outfit, watching her reflection, Emma hoped tonight Nathan would unleash a side of himself she had only imagined, a wildness or perhaps a dominant streak that might fulfill her unspoken desires.
The door's creak pulled her from her reverie. She glided towards the front door with an anticipatory smile, only for it to fade at the sight of Dan standing just behind Nathan. "Hey love, I bumped into Dan tonight, thought it'd be nice to have him over. It's been a while for you two," Nathan said, unaware of the tension that now filled the air. Dan's smile was wide. His grey-blue eyes locking onto Emma's with an intensity that made her skin prickle. His presence, with his silver mane of hair and robust build, seemed to dominate the space.
"Oh, that's great," Emma managed, her voice steady despite the storm within. "I'll grab something for you both to drink."
She retreated to the cellar, the cool darkness offering a momentary shield from Dan's gaze. Here, against the stone wall, she steadied her breathing.
"Okay, just a couple of hours, then you can have the evening you planned," she whispered to herself, trying to muster courage. Emma, clutching a few beers, returned to living room, where Nathan and Dan's voices mingled in easy conversation. She sat next to Nathan, her silence a stark contrast to the lively exchange, acutely aware of Dan's gaze, which seemed to linger on her like a physical touch. However, Nathan appeared to notice nothing amiss.
After what felt to Emma like an eternity, Nathan, as was his custom, offered Dan to stay for dinner. "I can pop out for pizzas, won't take long."
Before Emma could interject with a different suggestion, Dan smoothly interjected, "I had pizza yesterday, how about Thai instead?" Nathan nodded in agreement. Emma's mind raced with calculations. The nearest Thai restaurant, the one Nathan frequented, was significantly farther than the local pizzeria. This meant she would be alone with Dan for an extended period.
Emma, seizing the moment, quickly offered, "Wait, Nathan, maybe I could whip something up quickly."
Nathan shook his head. "No, no trouble. I'm in the mood for Thai too, and I'll be quick." With that, he grabbed his jacket, stepping out, the door slamming shut behind him with a finality that echoed through the room. Now, with Nathan gone, Dan's gaze sharpened on Emma as she stood in the middle of the room, where she had futilely tried to detain Nathan. Dan's eyes took in every detail of her attire, his appreciation evident. Emma froze, feeling the weight of his scrutiny.
After what seemed an eternity, Dan rose with deliberate slowness and began to approach her. Dan, grinning: "I was beginning to think you didn't want to see me." He now stood inches from her, his presence overwhelming.
Emma started, "Listen, Dan..." But before she could finish, Dan advanced, forcing Emma to step back until she was cornered between him and the living room table. Her hands gripped the table edge to keep from toppling backwards. Emma looked into Dan's eyes, her body tremoring, not from fear, but something else entirely.
Dan, with a confident smirk, "Ready for another lesson?" He seized one of her wrists, spinning her around with practiced ease so that her back was to him, facing the table. With his other hand, he applied gentle pressure to her back. Emma didn't resist, allowing her torso to bend forward until she was pressed against the table.
Emma, her voice strained with conflicting emotions, said, "We can't do this to Nathan."
Dan let out a mocking laugh, "Oh? Then why did your legs spread?"
He was right. Instinctively, Emma had parted her legs after bending over, offering more access. Dan lifted her skirt, revealing the lace of her lingerie. Dan, with a smirk, said, "Look at you, hiding your true intentions. Did you wear this for me?"
Emma, stuttering, "No, I..." Before she could articulate her denial, Dan had already tugged her thong down, and now she felt the formidable presence of his erection against the top of her buttocks.
Dan, his voice low, "I've told you before, Emma, I won't do anything you haven't explicitly given me permission to do."
With those words, Emma felt Dan's shaft glide down, tracing the line of her buttocks. It passed over her anus and continued its journey to the entrance of her sex, which was already slick with desire.
The powerful hands of Dan gripped Emma's hips, and she could feel the tip of his cock poised at the entrance of her sex.
Dan, voice laced with command, "Now, beg me to fuck you." Emma bit her lip, the heat within her inexplicable yet undeniable.
Dan, unwavering, "I won't make love to you; I'm going to fuck you my way, and you'll love it. But you have to tell me you want it."
Emma, in a whisper, "I want it..."
Dan took hold of her long, fiery red hair with one hand, pulling her head back. "I said, beg."
With a parched throat, Emma complied, "Fuck me, please, Dan."
Dan thrust into her, just a few centimeters, drawing out a sigh from Emma. Dan, his voice thick with dominance, "I told you to beg, and since you're clearly about to become my new sub, 'Dan' isn't quite fitting anymore. I know you know the word I want to hear from your lips."
Emma bit her lip once more, trying to resist, but it was futile. Dan withdrew slightly, his action eliciting a moan of frustration from Emma. Dan, firm in his command, "I'm waiting."
Emma, her voice trembling with submission, "I... I beg you, fuck me, Master." Hearing the word "master" slip from Emma's delicate lips excited him to the utmost.
Dan, with a triumphant smile, "Good girl."
With that affirmation, Dan thrust into Emma fully. At that moment, Emma climaxed loudly, overwhelmed by the intensity. Dan released her hair, allowing Emma to collapse the table. Placing his hands back on her hips, he began to thrust without restraint. He had lost all sense of time since Nathan had left and how long it would be before he returned. In that moment, he didn't care all that mattered was that Emma was his now, and he intended to enjoy her fully.
With each thrust, Emma moaned, the heart-shaped pendant swinging and tapping against the glass table, a constant reminder of her betrayal to Nathan. This mix of guilt, shame, and pleasure swiftly propelled her towards another climax.
After her second orgasm, Dan halted abruptly, leaning in to whisper in her ear, "You've had your fun, slut. Now it's my turn, and for my first, I plan to come in your mouth. Get up and kneel before me." Dan stepped back, withdrawing from Emma's wet sex. Emma, still reeling from her last orgasm, struggled to catch her breath.
Dan, his tone commanding, "Get up and turn around." Emma managed to straighten up, facing him. She tried to meet his gaze but quickly lowered her eyes. Dan, with a mocking smile, "You'd better hurry, Nathan will be back soon, and you'll find it hard to explain this situation. Get on your knees in front of me."
Resigned, Emma took two steps forward and knelt before Dan. She looked at his uncut and large cock, now slick with her own fluids, realizing both the intensity of her orgasm and questioning whether she could accommodate him in her mouth. Dan moved closer, pressing the tip of his glans against Emma's soft, delicate lips. The sight, combined with the soft touch against his shaft, sent a shiver of pleasure through him.
He placed his hand on the back of Emma's head, applying gentle pressure. He didn't need to exert much force, Emma's lips parted, allowing his cock to slip inside slowly. Dan tilted his head back, eyes closing to fully savor the moment. He had fantasized countless times about the sweet, innocent Emma's mouth, and now he was about to fulfill that fantasy.
Dan, his voice thick with anticipation, "Nathan will be back soon, and you won't stop until I'm completely drained. Show me what you've got." Half of Dan's cock was inside Emma's mouth. Both excited and fearful, Emma tightened her soft lips around Dan's impressive girth and tried to take him deeper.
Dan, with a groan of pleasure, "Fuck, yes. Swallow every fucking inch of my cock, Emma."
Emma began to move back and forth, but after a few minutes, Dan gripped her red hair with both hands, setting his own relentless pace. He was now fucking her mouth without restraint, the silence of the living room replaced by the sounds of sucking and Dan's grunts.
Oddly, Emma found herself extremely aroused by the situation, her hand instinctively slipping between her legs, eliciting a moan of pleasure from her. Noticing her actions, Dan pulled out, brought his face close to hers, and sternly said, "I didn't give you permission to pleasure yourself. You're only allowed to focus on my pleasure, understood, slut?"
Emma stopped, though frustrated, and whispered, "Yes."
Dan, demanding, "Yes who?"
Emma, correcting herself, "Yes, Master."
Dan, pleased, "Good girl."
He positioned his cock at Emma's lips again, pushing in as far as he could. Emma used her hands to stroke Dan's abdomen and balls. Dan, approving, "I knew you wouldn't disappoint me." After what seemed like an eternity, Dan grabbed Emma's head, shouting, "I'm coming, swallow it all."
Emma nearly choked on Dan's cock, then felt his climax hit the back of her throat. She coughed in surprise, allowing some semen to leak from the corners of her mouth.
Dan eased the pressure of his grip but didn't fully withdraw, his pulsing cock still delivering a few more spurts. This gave Emma a chance to catch her breath. To finish quickly, she tightened her lips even more and began to suck earnestly, taking her time to savor Dan's final throes of pleasure. Dan, chuckling at the sight of Nathan's innocent girlfriend so eagerly engaged in something so lewd, "I didn't expect you to be this enthusiastic on the first go."
The sound of keys jingling in the door made Dan hastily withdraw, tucking his still semi-hard cock into his pants within seconds. Emma, her mouth still partially full, instinctively got up and wiped the corner of her mouth with her sleeve, leaving a faint white mark on her top. "Shit, shit, shit," she thought to herself, rolling her sleeve to cover the evidence.
Nathan set the food down on the glass table where Emma had been bent over just minutes before, then turned to her. "I hope I wasn't too long?"
He approached her to plant a kiss on her lips, which Emma barely reciprocated. Meanwhile, Dan was inwardly reveling, "Poor Nathan," he thought, "if only you knew what's in your girlfriend's mouth right now." As soon as Nathan turned away, Emma swallowed, clearing out what lingered in her mouth.
Dan quickly struck up a casual conversation with Nathan, giving Emma the opportunity to slip away to the bathroom and clean up properly. "My God... what have I done?" she muttered to her reflection in the mirror.
Emma rejoined Nathan and Dan, who had already started eating. She sat down quietly, staring at her plate without touching the food. After about ten minutes, Nathan noticed her silence and lack of appetite, "Are you okay, honey? You're not saying anything and you're not eating."
With a strained smile, Emma replied, "Yes, I'm just tired and not very hungry."
Nathan, concerned, "You look a bit off. Maybe you should go to bed, my love."
Dan chimed in, "I agree, you do look under the weather," then turning to Nathan, "Don't worry, she didn't go to bed hungry, she had a snack while waiting for you." Emma paled a bit.
Reassured, Nathan turned back to Emma, "That puts my mind at ease. Go get some rest, beautiful." Emma caught Dan's smug smile in the background, obviously pleased with his double entendre. She stood up and began heading towards the staircase leading to the bedroom.
Dan called out, "Oh, by the way, Emma, I need to call you this week. I've got a project at work that might interest the company you work for."
Nathan, excited, "Oh, that'd be fun if you two worked together."
Without turning back, Emma simply said, "Got it," continuing her ascent to the bedroom.
At that moment, she realized she was fucked, both literally and metaphorically.
