Emily’s arms were laden with shopping bags as she stepped through Lucas’ front door, the weight of the day’s events still hanging heavy in the air. She deposited her haul on the kitchen island with a soft thud, exhaling deeply.
“Fuck, what a day,” she muttered, running a hand through her chestnut hair.
Lucas appeared behind her, his own bags joining hers on the countertop. Without warning, he wrapped his strong arms around her waist and hoisted her into the air. Emily let out a surprised squeal that quickly dissolved into giggles as he spun her in a circle.
“Lucas! Put me down, you big oaf!” she laughed, her earlier tension melting away.
He obliged, setting her gently on her feet but keeping his arms locked around her. “Just trying to lighten the mood, baby girl,” he murmured, his breath warm against her ear.
Emily leaned back into his solid chest, relishing the safety she felt in his embrace. “Well, it’s working,” she admitted. “Though I think I might need a bit more convincing.”
Lucas’ low chuckle sent a shiver down her spine. “Oh really? And what kind of convincing did you have in mind?”
Emily turned in his arms, meeting his piercing blue gaze with a mischievous glint in her green eyes. “I don’t know, daddy. Maybe you could show me some of those new toys you bought?”
Her heart raced as Lucas’ eyes darkened with desire. “Careful what you wish for, little one,” he growled.
As he claimed her lips in a searing kiss, Emily pushed thoughts of Ryan and their earlier encounter to the back of her mind. Right now, all that mattered was the man in front of her and the promise of pleasure to come.
Lucas broke the kiss, moving to stand behind Emily. His hips pressed against her ass as his hands gripped her shoulders firmly.
“What do you want tonight, baby girl?” he asked, voice husky. “How do you want me?”
Emily’s breath hitched. She lowered her gaze submissively, her voice soft. “I’m all yours, daddy. Take control. Use me.”
A primal growl rumbled in Lucas’ chest. His hand slid around her throat, tugging her back against him. Emily’s pulse raced beneath his fingers.
“First,” he murmured, “we’re going to have a bath together. Relax and unwind.”
Emily leaned into his touch, heat pooling low in her belly. “Then what, daddy?”
Lucas’ grip tightened slightly. “That depends, baby girl. Do you want me to fuck your ass tonight?”
Emily’s core clenched at his words. “Use me, daddy,” she breathed. “I’ll take anything you want to give me.”
He applied a bit more pressure to her throat – just enough to remind her who was in charge. “I need a yes or no to this one, baby girl.”
Emily’s mind raced with anticipation. She knew what she wanted. “Yes, daddy,” she said. “I want you to fuck my ass tonight.”
Lucas’ breath was hot against Emily’s ear as he growled, “Well then, baby girl, I’m going to play with that tight little ass of yours in the bath. We’ve got work to do to open you up nice and slow.”
A shiver ran through Emily’s body. “Yes, Daddy,” she whispered, her heart racing.
His fingers tightened slightly around her throat. “Once we’re done, you’re going to dry off and put on that sexy little outfit you picked out. Don’t forget that new lipstick.” His voice dropped lower. “Then I’m tying those pretty hands behind your back.”
Emily’s mind swam with images of what was to come. She pictured herself bound and exposed, completely at his mercy. The thought both thrilled and terrified her.
“You’ll stand in the middle of the room like a good girl,” Lucas continued. “And I’m going to tease every inch of you until you’re begging me to fill you.”
“Fuck,” Emily breathed. Her legs felt wobbly beneath her.
Lucas chuckled darkly. “That’s right, baby. I’m going to fuck you so good you forget your own name.”
Emily’s core clenched with need. She pressed back against him, feeling his hardness. “Please, Daddy. I need you.”
“Patience,” he admonished with a light smack to her ass. “First, that bath. Come on.”
As he led her to the bathroom, Emily’s mind raced. What if it hurt? What if she couldn’t take it?
But… she trusted Lucas.
He’d take care of her.
The enormity of what they were about to do hit her. This was a whole new level of intimacy. Emily took a deep breath, steeling herself. Whatever happened, she was all in.
His hand came down on her ass, hard, jolting her out of her thoughts. “Get that bath ready and strip for me, baby girl,” he growled in her ear, his hand back on her throat.
Emily’s fingers trembled slightly as she turned the taps, filling the large tub with steaming water. The scent of lavender bath oil filled the air, calming her nerves a bit. She began to strip, hyper-aware of Lucas’ eyes on her.
“Good girl,” Lucas murmured, his voice husky with desire. “I’ll be right back with our things. Wine preference?”
Emily met his gaze, a coy smile playing on her lips. “Red, please… Daddy.”
As Lucas left the room, Emily sank into the hot water with a contented sigh. Her mind raced with anticipation. What exactly had he bought at Ann Summers? The possibilities made her shiver despite the heat.
She heard Lucas’ footsteps returning and felt a flutter in her stomach. This was really happening. She was about to explore entirely new territory with him.
“Here you are, baby girl,” Lucas said, handing her a generous glass of rich red wine.
Emily took a sip, savouring the bold flavor. “Thank you, Daddy,” she purred.
Lucas’ eyes darkened as he began to undress. “Now,” he said, his voice low and commanding, “let’s get you nice and relaxed for what’s to come.”
Emily watched intently as Lucas stripped, her eyes tracing the contours of his muscular form. He stepped into the tub behind her, the water sloshing gently as he settled in. His strong arms encircled her waist, pulling her back against his chest.
“Comfortable?” Lucas murmured, his breath hot against her ear.
Emily nodded, letting out a soft sigh as she relaxed into his embrace. “Very,” she replied, taking another sip of wine.
She heard a faint clinking sound and turned her head slightly, trying to catch a glimpse of what Lucas had placed on the edge of the tub. His hand gently guided her face forward again.
“Ah ah, no peeking,” he chided playfully. “That’s for later, baby girl.”
Emily’s pulse quickened. “Yes, Daddy,” she whispered, her voice thick with anticipation.
Lucas’ hands began to roam, caressing her skin beneath the water. “Now,” he said, his tone shifting to something more authoritative, “let’s start getting you ready.”
Emily inhaled sharply as his fingers dipped lower. ‘God’, she thought, ‘I hope I’m ready for this.’
Emily’s breath hitched as Lucas’ hands slid between her thighs, gently spreading her legs wider. The warm water lapped at her sensitive skin as his finger traced teasingly along her opening.
“Fuck,” she whispered, her head falling back against his shoulder.
Lucas chuckled low in her ear. “Patience, baby girl. We’re just getting started.”