Help Wanted [*Complete*]

17

"Sir may from time to time push a submissive's limits beyond where they feel comfortable. It is imperative that if a line is crossed for the submissive to remember the safe word and use it accordingly. If for whatever reason one cannot vocalize the word, the usage of a hand signal as discussed with sir is permissive. If one is not able to use one's hands three successive tugs on your restraints or hit against an object to the beat of long short short will suffice to stop play."

The next day I didn't wake up alone. Mr. Emery laid beside me, an arm possessively resting against my stomach. I allowed myself to enjoy being held by him for a handful of moments before I jostled him attempting to rouse him. With a groan he pulled me closer to him, pressing me against his body, urging his hard on against me.

"You need to get up, Sir. It's nine." I whispered nudging him again.

"I am awake, Natalia." His damp breath against my ear made me quiver and press my bottom back against his inviting erection. "Today is going to be a lazy day. I locked down Pennington and the deal with Scenic. I don't have anything else to accomplish here."

"I didn't know you had those, Sir."

"It doesn't mean I won't be working to some degree, but it won't be on the business angle of WAKE."

"Oh?"

"I should turn your ass black and blue for that... but I believe I already did." He chuckled squeezing one of my ass cheeks making me groan.

"If you would like to, Sir. This one's ass is here for your amusement."

"As tempting as that is, after the last week you need a day off or two. You'll be no fun if it hurts when I touch you. Don't think I didn't catch those little winces that had nothing to do with what I did to you on stage. You're still bruised from Monday."

I swallowed. He was right, but those marks had mellowed down to yellow already. He kissed my shoulder and rolled from beside me.

"Don't pout, as lovely as you look when you do it, that deliciously jutting lower lip of yours puts thoughts of ring gags in my head. I need you to be able to speak for work." He snickered and helped me up. Then he walked to the closet and pulled out a black silk robe I hadn't noticed before. He draped it over his shoulder and took me up to the master bath again.

We showered together, he had me stand on the chaise in the middle of the room as he worked that vanilla scented oil into my aching muscles and inspected my bruises. Nothing was saved his testing touch, not even my sex and anus.

"You're remarkable." He purred working some of the oil inside of my asshole making me squirm pressing back against his fingers. "Always so eager, but you need to recover." He withdrew his digits as I sighed which prompted more of that dark bemused laughter.

The rest of the day was spent on the couch. I wore only the robe, Mr. Emery would occasionally reach over and twist my nipples, but for the most part he focused on coding on his little laptop. It was such an ordinary day that after the whirlwind sex of the last two weeks I didn't know what to do with myself.

Normally Mr. Emery's presence was distracting enough, but he was shirtless as he sat beside me. My eyes kept going to those tattoos that scaled his arms and the letters up his side. Oh, there was always the abs and biceps and pecs that made me want to squeal like a teeny bopper but the detail of the tattoos was what got me. That and the fact that both the defeated angel on his left and the conquered demon on his right wore the mark of The Society on their body.