37: CONFESSIONS

The days that followed the attack on Emma were a blur. The police were investigating, but it seemed like a never-ending process. Emma was left to deal with the aftermath, trying to come to terms with what had happened. Heather's attempt to murder Emma had ended in failure, and she was now locked away behind bars, awaiting trial. But even from prison, Heather found a way to exact her revenge on Brent.

Emma was still struggling to come to terms with what had happened. The attack had left her with physical and emotional scars, and she was working hard to get past it. But she couldn't shake off the feeling that Heather's true intentions were far from over.

One day, Emma received a mysterious package in the mail. Inside, she found a folder filled with documents and photos. As she flipped through the pages, her heart sank. The contents were incriminating - proof of Brent's secret gambling habit.

She called for Brayden to come into the living room where she had all the contents spread across the coffee table. Emma looked up at Brayden, “This is what Heather had against Brent. The only reason he brought her that night was because she blackmailed him saying she would tell us about his gambling habit if he didn’t take to the gala. Heather had hoped that she would be able to get close enough to you that she could win you back somehow. Of course, all of that backfired when she heard Brent confess his feelings for me too.”

They had not spoken to Brent since that evening. Brent had locked himself away in his giant house, not going to work, not answering his phone, nothing. The three of them had gone to his house a couple of times begging him to see them, but he refused to. Now they knew why. Brent was embarrassed by his gambling, and he blamed himself for almost getting Emma killed. They needed to get Brent to talk. Emma had a plan that might work.

That afternoon Emma went alone to Brent’s house. She knocked on the door and Henry Brent’s head housekeeper answered the door.

“Why hello Mrs. Emma. How can I help you? Henry said kindly to her.

Emma loved Henry. He was such a kind and gentle man. She could tell he cared for Brent like a son and took very good care of him.

“Henry, I need to see Brent. It is very important. We have tried to contact him for days now and I am really worried about him. Will you tell him that it’s just me who is here to see him?” Emma pleaded with Henry. He stood for a second pondering her request, then he shook his head yes and let her come into the foyer while he went upstairs to Brent’s room.

About five minutes later, Henry came into the foyer, “Mr. Brent said he will see you. He is upstairs in his bedroom if you want to see yourself up there.” Emma thanked Henry and she headed up the stairs.

When she opened the door, it was dark and gloomy inside. Emma could barely see inside to find Brent, so she called out to him, “Brent? Where are you?”

A low gruff voice came from the bed, “I’m lying in the bed. You can come in and sit if you would like.”

Emma went over and sat on the edge of Brent’s bed. She could see him now and he lay on his pillow sulking. Emma reached over placing a hand on Brent’s covered leg and rubbing it softly.

She spoke to him in a whisper, “Brent, I have missed you. Please talk to me about what you are feeling?”

Brent sighed but didn’t move positions in the bed, he just laid there, “Emma, I am so sorry. I never meant to hurt you and I don’t know what to do to fix it.”

Emma sat for a few moments thinking, then she crawled into the bed and laid down behind Brent wrapping her arms around his waist and hugging him tight. She talked softly to him, “Brent, I have already forgiven you days ago. I told you that. I know that you would never purposely put my life in danger. I need you to accept my forgiveness. I also want to let you know that Heather sent us photos and documents of what she had blackmailed you on. I know that you have a gambling problem.”

Brent huffed and buried his head in his pillow in embarrassment. Emma reached over pulling his face so that he rolled over facing her. She rubbed the side of his face with her hand, then began rubbing his lips with her finger.

“You need to know that neither Brayden nor I care about your gambling problem. We can get you help, and it will all be fine.” Emma scooted closer to Brent feeling his warmth from his body on hers.

Brent took Emma’s hand and held it tight against his chest, “Are you serious? Just like that, I am forgiven. How do I deserve such forgiveness?”

Emma placed her soft plump lips against Brent's, feeling the stubble on his face from not shaving the past few days. She moaned into Brent's mouth as she felt his hand land on her bottom squeezing and pulling her closer to him.

“Mmm… I’ve missed you, Emma.” Brent growled in between kisses. “I have dreamt of you being in my bed almost every night.”

“Oh, tell me what we did in your dreams, Brent.” Emma egged him on. She was so aroused by his deep husky voice.

Brent’s breath was quick and ragged against Emma’s neck as he trailed kisses up it. “Well, in my dreams I was here in my bed asleep, but then I was awakened by you standing at the end of it in your sexy black lace bra and panties.”

Emma sat up pulling her dress over her head revealing exactly that her black lace bra and panties, “Then what happened Brent?”

Brent sucked in his breath at the sight of her before him. Her large breasts spilled over the top of the lace bra; he could see her pink hardened nipples poking through the thin fabric. She was on her knees spread before him. Brent reached between her legs rubbing her pussy through her panties.

“You crawled onto the bed and on top of me straddling my cock.” Brent was panting at this point as he rubbed her panties, feeling her wetness seep through onto his fingers. Emma gasped as she felt him side his middle finger under the seam of her panties and rub it through her wetness. She moaned loudly.

“Oh god yes, Brent, then what happened?” Emma said as she squirmed on his hand rubbing her hands up to her breasts squeezing them hard.

Brent was getting frustrated and said, “Fuck, Emma who cares about my dream. Climb on top of me and ride my cock. I want to hear you scream my name.”

Emma did as she was told, she stripped quickly and threw the covers from Brent revealing him to be naked and his cock standing at perfect attention. The precum glistened on the tip of his shaft begging Emma to lick it off. She knelt before him running her tongue through his slit making Brent shiver with ecstasy.

Emma climbed on top of Brent hovering her open wet center over his swollen cock and she plunged herself down spearing herself with him. Emma let out a loud moan and began riding him like a crazed mad woman, climbing higher and higher to her orgasm.

Brent grabbed her hips holding her still so he could pound up into her. Emma screamed Brent’s name as she squirted her hot liquid all over his cock bathing him in it. Brent grunted right behind her releasing his load inside her. Emma fell back on the bed her legs spread wide as Brent watched his cum drip from her pussy.

Brent reached out shoving two fingers through his cum and pushing it back inside her, “Fuck, that’s hot, Emma.” Emma moaned and thrust back against his fingers.

“Mmm… Make me cum again, Daddy!” Emma sounded like a little girl begging for a toy. It made Brent’s dick hard as a rock again.

He pulled his fingers out of her, “Have you been a good girl for Daddy?” Brent teased her.

“Yes sir, I have been a very good girl. Please make me cum daddy!” Emma pleaded with Brent. He smiled as he shoved his two thick long fingers back inside of her pushing his cum in and out of her pussy.

Emma bucked up against his hand moaning loudly, “More, Daddy. Harder, Daddy.” Brent shoved three of his fingers inside her at a quick and hard pace that made her scream out in pure satisfaction as she squirted all over his hand and his bed. It was a mess, but Brent loved watching her do that. It was so hot! He took his wet hand and rubbed all of Emma’s juices on his hard shaft, jerking it up and down, as Emma watched him intently. It didn’t take long with her watching that he shot cum all over his stomach. Then Emma surprised him once more by licking all his cum from him. Licking her lips in satisfaction afterward.

“Damn, if you weren’t already married, I’d marry you right here right now!” Brent snatched her into a hug holding her close to him.

As they lay arm in arm it was silent for a few minutes until Emma finally spoke about the gambling again. “Brent, why didn't you tell us about the gambling?"

Brent shrugged. "I was ashamed. I didn't know how to face it, or how to stop it."

Brent sighed. "It started a few years ago. I started small, just a few bets with friends, but it got out of control quickly. I was hiding it from everyone.

"We need to get you help," Emma said firmly. "We can't do this alone."

Brent nodded vigorously. "I know. I've already started going to therapy and working with a financial advisor to get my debts under control."

Brent nodded again, relief washing over his face. "I promise. I'm sorry for what I did. I was so ashamed... I didn't know how to face you guys without being ashamed."

Emma laid her head on Brent’s chest hugging him tightly. “We love you Brent and we will not let you fail.”