Split

Safe Word

The next morning, Emma wakes up with her arms empty. She looks at the clock, it's almost noon, and rubs her eyes.

"I thought I told you to stay away."

Emma jumps and looks over at the couch. Rhea is sitting there with her arms folded and her legs crossed. She's glaring, but softly. Emma sits up slowly, gulping.

"I had to talk to her. It was all a misunderstanding Rhea. I wasn't flirting with Dom." Emma says, her voice almost failing her.

Her heart starts to race as Rhea stands from the couch and she finds herself scooting closer to the headboard. Rhea stops and tilts her head.

"You're scared of me?" She asks.

"N-No..I.." Emma starts, unable to form another sentence.

Rhea starts walking towards her and Emma scoots closer to the headboard. Her back is against it and her knees are close to her chest. Rhea reaches for her and she gasps, dropping her head to her knees and wrapping her arms around it.

"You're fucking scared of me." Rhea huffs and runs her fingers through her hair.

Emma slowly lifts her head and looks at her.

"You..pushed me.." She says.

Rhea looks back at her again and her face softens a little.

"I didn't mean for you to get hurt Emma." Rhea replies.

"But you didn't care. I was bleeding and you didn't care you just kicked me out."

"I was protecting Demi." She says.

Emma shakes her head softly.

"You weren't. You were protecting yourself. You said before you knew you can trust me. But here we are." Emma looks down at her knees and rubs her thumbs against her legs.

Rhea studies her, trying to decide what to do now.

"If I can't touch you. How are you going to trust me enough to be with Demi."

Emma sighs and shrugs a little.

"I don't know." She replies.

Rhea sits on the bed next to her and looks at her, watching as her body tenses at the closeness. She sighs and rubs her neck.

"What's your safe word Emma?" Rhea asks.

Emma frowns and looks back over at her.

"Rhea.."

"What is your safe word?" Rhea repeats herself.

Emma sighs.

"I don't have one." She says and looks away.

Rhea frowns, "how do you know what kinks you like but don't have a safeword?"

"I've never had a partner bother to ask." Emma replies.

"Well. I'm asking." Rhea says.

Emma thinks for a minute and bites the inside of her lip.

"Nightmare.. I guess." Emma replies.

A small smirk crosses Rhea's lips and Emma rolls her eyes.

"I'm gonna touch you. Okay?" Rhea says.

Emma tenses again but nods. Rhea reaches out and moves her hair to the side. She leans over, kissing her neck softly. Emma sighs and starts to loosen up a little as Rhea pulls her arms from her legs.

"Stretch your legs out and lay back." Rhea whispers.

Emma looks in her eyes and does what she said, lying back and watching as she climbs over her.

"Can I take your clothes off Emma?" She asks.

Nodding, Emma bites her lip.

"I need you to say it, Emma." Rhea says.

"Yes.." Emma whispers.

Rhea strips her clothes from her and leans down, kissing on her neck again a few times before sitting back up. Emma squirms beneath her, unsure of how she wants to feel right now.

"Remember your safe word. But I'm going to try something that won't let you speak. So if you need to stop for a breath..squeeze your eyes shut twice. Okay?" Rhea says.

Emma's breath catches in her throat but she manages to whisper, "okay."

She doesn't know why she's letting Rhea do this right now. She just knows she needs to be able to trust her. For Demi's sake.

"Stop thinking and try to relax. You can trust me. And you're safe." Rhea says as she slips her sweatpants off.

Emma gasps at the strap that flings out. She didn't even notice the bulge in her pants until now. Rhea grins and spits in her hand before rubbing on it to wet it.

She spreads Emma's legs and lines the strap up with her hole, slipping inside of her. Emma moans and leans her head back, her eyes closing slightly as Rhea fills her.

When she feels a hand closing around her neck, Emma's eyes pop open and she tries gasping for air. Rhea's hand tightens around her neck, cutting off her air supply as she slips the rest of the way in her. Emma starts to panic and forgets what she's supposed to do. She squeezes the sheets on the bed and Rhea recognizes the fear. She loosens her grip, allowing Emma to gasp for air.

"Emma. Relax. Remember. Squeeze your eyes shut twice if you need to breathe or want to stop. You're safe." Rhea says.

Emma nods and Rhea continues thrusting, her hand closing around Emma's throat again just as she starts to moan. Rhea watches her body relax as she speeds up, her hips smacking Emma's thighs as she fucks her.

Her eyes close, but not tight, and her mouth falls open as the pleasure takes over every fiber of her being. Emma grips the sheets again, this time in pleasure. Her face turns red as Rhea pushes deep and her lungs start to burn but she doesn't give in. Not yet. It feels too good.

Rhea starts to get worried and her grip loosens slightly but Emma grabs her wrist, signaling for her to continue. So she tightens her hand again and smirks, her rings digging into Emma's neck as she starts pounding her.

"You really do like this huh?" Rhea smirks.

Emma finally squeezes her eyes shut twice and Rhea lets go of her throat, but doesn't stop the assault on her sex.

"Fuck!" Emma gasps a big gulp of air and pants heavily as Rhea continues.

"You liked that? You want me to do it again? Hmm? Tell me to choke you." Rhea smirks.

Emma moans louder and looks Rhea in her eyes.

"Fuck. Choke me Mami please." She lets out, her voice cracking.

Rhea smirks and wraps her hand around Emma's throat again, tightening her grip harder this time. Emma tries to moan against her but cant. She watches down at the woman struggling beneath her practically destroying her sex.

Biting her lip, Rhea watches for the signs of her orgasm. Her thighs gripping her waist, her toes starting to curl, her back arches from the bed and her throat strains against Rhea's hand. Rhea looks down and watches the cum pool on the bed as she slows her pace.

Emma's body convulses violently as Rhea pulls out and lets her neck go. She plants kisses on her chest and neck before kissing her lips.

"Fuck." Emma croaks, her throat sore now.

"You won't talk or walk right for a couple days now." Rhea smirks.

Emma pants and grabs her head, pulling it back down to hers and kissing her passionately.