Emily's heart raced as Lucas slammed the front door shut behind them. Before she could catch her breath, he pinned her against the wall, his muscular body pressing into hers. His lips captured hers in a searing kiss that made her head spin.
Lucas' tongue probed insistently, demanding entry. Emily parted her lips with a soft moan, meeting his passion with her own as their tongues danced together. His hands roamed hungrily over her curves, leaving trails of fire in their wake.
"Fuck, I've been wanting to do this all night," Lucas growled against her mouth.
Emily's fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer. "Then don't stop," she panted.
As Lucas' lips blazed a trail down her neck, Emily's mind raced. Was this moving too fast? But god, it felt so good. His touch ignited something primal within her.
Lucas' hands slid down to grip her ass, lifting her slightly. Emily instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist, gasping as she felt his hardness pressed against her core.
"Bedroom. Now," Emily demanded breathlessly.
Lucas grinned wickedly. "Yes ma'am." In one fluid motion, he hoisted her up and carried her down the hall, their lips never parting.
Emily's head was spinning, caught between desire and doubt. But as Lucas laid her on the bed, gazing at her with raw hunger, she decided to silence the doubts. Tonight, she would let passion rule.
Emily's heart raced as she knelt on the bed, her fingers trembling slightly as she grasped the hem of her dress. With one fluid motion, she lifted it over her head and let it fall to the floor. The cool air caressed her exposed skin, sending a shiver down her spine.
Lucas' eyes widened, drinking in the sight of her. His gaze roamed over the delicate lace and silk hugging her curves.
"Damn, baby girl," he growled. "That lingerie is fucking incredible on you."
A smirk played on Emily's lips. The way he looked at her made her feel powerful, desirable. She reveled in it.
"You like what you see, Daddy?" she purred. "Want to see something even better?"
Lucas' breath hitched. "Show me," he commanded, voice rough with desire.
Maintaining eye contact, Emily slowly parted her legs. The crotchless thong left nothing to the imagination.
Lucas cursed under his breath. "You naughty little thing," he said with a wolfish grin. "Let Daddy get a closer look."
Emily's pulse quickened as Lucas approached the bed. Part of her still couldn't believe she was doing this - being so bold, so wanton. But the larger part of her was thrilled by it. By him.
As his fingers grazed her inner thigh, Emily's last coherent thought was that she'd never felt more alive.
Lucas' eyes glinted with barely restrained desire. "Lay down for me, baby girl. And keep those hands above your head."
Emily's breath caught as she reclined on the plush bedding, arms stretched overhead. Her pulse quickened watching Lucas loosen his tie with deft fingers.
He shrugged off his crisp white shirt, revealing toned abs and a dusting of chest hair. As he unbuckled his belt, Emily squirmed in anticipation.
Fuck, he's hot.
Now clad only in snug black boxers, Lucas knelt between her parted thighs. His strong hands skimmed up her legs, tracing the lacy tops of her stockings.
Emily gasped at the feather-light touch. "Tease," she accused breathlessly.
Lucas chuckled, a low rumble that sent shivers down her spine. "Just enjoying the view, baby girl. And what a view it is."
His fingers danced higher, ghosting over her sensitive inner thighs. Emily arched her back, desperate for more contact.
"Patience, baby girl," Lucas murmured.
Easy for him to say. Emily bit her lip, fighting the urge to grab him and pull him closer. But she'd do what she was told. For now.
Emily's skin tingled as Lucas traced feather-light patterns up her sides. His fingertips dipped teasingly into the edges of her thong before continuing their journey upwards. She shivered, acutely aware of every point of contact between them.
Lucas leaned down, his muscular body caging her in. His lips crashed against hers in a searing kiss that made her toes curl. Without thinking, Emily's hands flew to his hair, fingers tangling in the short strands as she pulled him closer.
God, he felt good. Emily arched into him, craving more contact. Her mind went blissfully blank, focused solely on the sensations coursing through her body.
Suddenly, Lucas broke the kiss. Emily whined at the loss, eyes fluttering open in confusion.
"Tsk tsk, baby girl," Lucas admonished, his voice a low rumble. "What did I tell you about moving your hands?"
Shit. Emily's eyes widened as she realized her mistake. "I'm sorry, Daddy," she breathed. "I forgot."
Lucas raised an eyebrow. "Forgot? Or chose not to listen?"
Emily squirmed beneath him. Part of her bristled at being scolded like a child, but another part of her found it oddly thrilling. "Maybe a bit of both," she admitted with a coy smile.
"Hmm." Lucas regarded her thoughtfully. "I think someone needs to learn the importance of following instructions."
A shiver of anticipation raced down Emily's spine. "Are you going to punish me, Daddy?" The words slipped out before she could stop them.
Lucas' eyes darkened. "Do you want me to punish you, baby girl?"
Emily hesitated. Did she? The responsible, professional part of her balked at the idea. But her body hummed with desire, craving more of Lucas' touch.
"I asked you a question," Lucas prompted, voice stern.
"Yes, daddy," Emily whispered. "Please."
Lucas leaned in close, his breath hot against Emily's ear. "First, I'm going to tie your hands above your head. What do you think about that?"
Emily's heart raced. She'd never done anything like this before. A mix of excitement and nervousness flooded her veins.
"Yes please, daddy," she murmured, her voice barely audible.
Lucas smirked, reaching for his discarded tie. "Good girl."
As he looped the silky fabric around her wrists, Emily's mind reeled. What the hell was she doing? This wasn't like her at all. And yet...
"Not too tight?" Lucas asked, giving the knot a final tug.
Emily tested the restraints. Snug, but not painful. "It's fine, daddy," she breathed.
Lucas sat back, admiring his handiwork. "You look incredible like this."
Emily flushed under his intense gaze. Part of her wanted to cover up, to hide. But another part revelled in his obvious desire.
"What are you going to do to me, daddy?" she asked, voice husky.
Lucas traced a finger along her collarbone. "Oh baby girl, I'm going to make you feel so good. But first..."
His hand drifted lower, ghosting over her breast. Emily arched into his touch, desperate for more.
"First, I'm going to teach you the importance of patience."
Lucas' lips curved into a wicked grin as he began trailing kisses down Emily's neck. His touch was feather-light, teasing, each brush of his lips sending shivers through her body.
"Fuck," Emily breathed, tugging instinctively at her bound wrists.
Lucas chuckled against her skin. "Language, baby girl. Do I need to punish you?"
Emily's breath caught. "Maybe I want you to," she retorted, surprising herself with her boldness.
His hand cupped her breast through the delicate lace, thumb brushing over her nipple. Emily gasped at the jolt of pleasure.
"Careful what you wish for," Lucas murmured, nipping at her collarbone.
As his mouth moved lower, Emily's mind raced. This was insane. She barely knew this man. And yet, she'd never felt so alive, so desired.
Lucas' fingers danced along the edge of her bra, teasing. "Tell me what you want, baby girl."
She swallowed hard. "I... I want you to touch me. Please."
His blue eyes locked onto hers, dark with lust. "Where?"
Emily squirmed beneath him. "Everywhere," she breathed.
Lucas smirked, fingers tracing the clasp at the front of the bra. "Starting here?"
"Yes, daddy, please," Emily nodded frantically.
With agonizing slowness, Lucas tugged at the bow. The lace fell open, exposing her breasts to his hungry gaze.
"Fucking beautiful," he growled, before lowering his mouth to her nipple.
Emily's back arched involuntarily as Lucas' tongue swirled around her nipple. Her skin felt electric, every nerve ending on fire.
"Oh god," she moaned, straining against the tie binding her wrists. She wanted to touch him, to run her fingers through his hair, but the restraint only heightened her arousal.
Lucas alternated between gentle licks and firmer sucks, driving Emily wild. When he suddenly grazed his teeth along her sensitive peak, she cried out sharply.
"Too much?" he murmured, lifting his head to meet her gaze.
Emily shook her head frantically. "No, don't stop," she panted. "Please, daddy."
A wicked grin spread across Lucas' face. "As you wish, baby girl."