Chapter 7

"Would you like something to drink or eat Honey Bee?" Dane asks as soon as they enter his apartment. Once again they’re alone; a fact Emery’s painfully aware of. Not only that but, she now realises she doesn't have an escape route.

"Water please," she requests to moisten her dry throat. Dane hands her the glass of cool liquid wordlessly and in the following seconds Emery gulps it down thirstily.

"Woah, no rush Honey Bee, we've got all night," chuckles Dane before taking the glass back off her.

Emery retorts with a nervous smile and wipes her sweaty palms on her jeans. She wonders what Dane has in store for her with excitement. No doubt it will completely exhaust her whilst filling her equally with happiness and joy.

"So anything special you'd like to do tonight, babe?" he asks her with a casual grin.

Emery's own face falls into a confused frown. All this build up and just for him to ask her? Emery’s astounded and stumped by his carefree attitude.

"You promised me a reward," whispers Emery still frowning cutely.

"Spending a night with me isn't what you want?" he retorts with a raised eyebrow.

He manages to wipe expression off his face to make it seem like he’s offended by her question but truth is, he just loves teasing her, and asking her to tell him what she wants of him is just too great an opportunity to miss.

"Oh no, no! It is what I want, honest," reassures Emery having thought she'd offended her mate.

"It's just...well, I thought we'd be, you know...like yesterday and..." she murmurs, cheeks blushing and peering at him from under her lashes.

"You thought your reward was going to be something sexual?" Dane questions, his face still blank and giving away no clue to the fun he’s having with her. Emery's blush just deepens and it's almost enough to confirm what Dane’s words.

"I-I...was hoping," she whispers eyes drifting down in embarrassment to admitting her thoughts.

"I see," clips Dane already conjuring up things he could have her do tonight.

"Follow me," he then instructs leading them both into his bedroom.

The colour scheme of the room is of seductive deep reds-burgundy, mahogany and red wine, cover the furnishings, walls and floor. All the furniture is built of the finest mahogany wood to ensure they can withstand great force and weight. The floor too is laminate so that the night’s evidence can be easily wiped clean, however the bed is soft so that comfort is not denied. Emery sinks it all in before Dane then flickers the special switch to the side.

Suddenly silver bars lower down from the ceiling. A similar thick, shiny, silver pole rises from the floor right in front of the bed and one side of the wall flips around causing Emery to imagine herself in some kind of Scooby Doo episode. Hooks are hammered into the wall and from them hang various whips and toys. There’s also a bottom drawer that opens on the set of drawers next to the bed to revel its contents of ropes, chains, gags and cuffs.

Upon seeing all of this, Emery's eyes widen and Dane wants to laugh but refrains from doing so. Instead he lets her take in all the equipment she’s only read about in her books. He quietly closes the door and walks over to his wardrobe doors. Pushing the button to have the doors slide open he searches for his gift for Emery. In the meantime Emery snaps out of her shock and slowly walks towards the whips and toys when Dane catches her attention again.

"This, Honey Bee, is for you...well, for you to wear but more for my viewing pleasure," he admits handing her a large bag.

Taking it from him she nearly drops it in surprise at the weight of it. It’s heavier than she’d expected and that makes her all the more curious as to its contents.

"You can get changed in the bathroom if you like...Wear only the things in the bag, nothing more, Honey Bee," he lowly instructs in a light yet commanding voice. Emery grins and nods at his instructions as he directs her to the bathroom.

Inside the room, she dives her hand into the large paper carrier bag and brings up the two heavy items in there-black, high-heeled shoes.

They’re about 4 inches and have quite a chunky heel which makes her sigh in relief. Thin heeled silhouettes and her are not exactly a match made in heaven. Surprised at how the size is right, she doesn't dwell on how Dane could have guessed it but instead places them down on the tiled dark blue bathroom floor. She dives her hand in again to pull out the rest of the items in there, which happen to be clothing.

Wrapped in a black material (which Emery later realises is a skirt) is a black lace thong, with black stockings and a garter and also a white cropped blouse. She pulls down her jeans and red thong without hesitation and replaces it with the black thong. Pulling up the stockings she realises they’re those pretty thigh length ones with a gorgeous black lace flower design on them about 1 inch thick at the top. She clips on the garters to them and slips into the black skirt.

It goes on with a little difficulty seeing at it’s very short and tight around her ass. It covers just her ass and comes just below her stockings but does no more to conceal her stocking covered legs. Not allowing herself to acknowledge the restriction, Emery just tugs off her red top only to realise that Dane has not included a bra in the assortment of clothes he's provided for her. She searches around under her clothes and in the empty bag but there’s none to be found. She’s considers asking him about it when she remembers his words. She should have known! Dane's always careful with his words and the sly devil had this planned.

She contemplates breaking his command and leaving the red lace garment on when she remembers the morning's sexual frustration she'd suffered. No way can she last a whole night of punishment!

So sliding off the cloth she slips on the white-cropped blouse. It’s a tight fit and Emery struggles to get the buttons to go into the holes but in the end there’s success. The top has two long strands with no buttons or holes and assuming she’s meant to tie it around her midriff she does so. Sliding into the black heels she fluffs out her hazel ringlets and starts folding her previous clothes when she spots the stripped red and black tie. Picking it up, a sigh leaves her mouth realising what Dane’s asking her to dress up as. She loops the tie around her neck and knots it loosely so it hangs below the low v-neck of the shirt but doesn't quite reach her belly button.

She cautiously walks out the bathroom. Emery hadn’t dare look in the mirror because she knows if she does then she'd refuse to have come out of the bathroom.

Having stored her previous clothes in the bag Dane had provided, she slowly drops them next to the bathroom door.

The soft rustling of the paper bag causes Dane to whip around to be met with a mouth-watering sight.

She looks absolutely luscious.

But then much to Emery's surprise, instead of taking time to scan her completely he strides over to the bedroom door. Her breath catches and tears begin to form in her eyes from the upcoming rejection when suddenly the lights become brighter. Emery lets out a soft sigh of relief when she realises that Dane had just gone to turn the lights up. Fully exposed now to his eyes, Dane can fully appreciate her dìck-hardening outfit.

Her toned creamy legs that are captured in black thin tights and heightened by her black heels, look positively lustful. Her flat stomach is on show and as the tip of the tie catches his attention, he lets his eyes be dragged upwards by it. Irritation suddenly grows in him as he realises she’s hiding her breasts yet again with her hazel waves.

As much as he loves seeing her hair cascading like a waterfall down her front, there’s a reason he hadn't included a bra. Not letting it put off his lustful mood he carries on the path of her tie. The tie leads him up to stop at her elegant neck, which will one day conceal his mark. Lastly, and best of all, is her beautiful face. He loves how her sweetheart shaped face nestles perfectly in-between his palms so daintily. He loves how her pink lips are so delicate yet plump enough to be able to chew on if he so wishes. He loves her misty gray eyes that hold a hidden glint of seductress that only he can see. Then there’s his favourite part of her-her blushing cheeks. Right now they’re so red Dane can't help grin widely and wickedly.

Slowly stalking closer to her, Emery feels her heart start to race and breathing spiking. Dane wears a look on him that instantly makes Emery's pússy dribble with excitement as that heated gaze has her brain becoming a frenzied mess.

He breezes past her wordlessly and comes to stop just a breath behind her. Her body stands straight to attention and goosebumps rise on her neck where she can feel his cool breath.

"Honey Bee, from now on I want your hair pulled back from your breasts when you are in my company..understand?" he calmly commands.

His fingers brushes up her tingling neck and gently sweeps up all her hair into his hands; then dragging it all back, he shifts position so it’s held in one bunch in his left hand.

Emery nods her head once as an answer to his question. But then Dane tugs on her hair causing her to release a surprise gasp.

"What did I tell you about answering me?" he growls warningly at her ear lobe.

"S-sorry Dane...Y-yes,I...understand," she manages to stutter out of her dry closed up throat.

"Good." Is all Dane replies in response before releasing her hair and stepping back to her front.

Without her hair obstructing his view he can now blatantly see the beautiful round moulds that are her breasts. Although...Dane contemplates, her nìpples are visible but not as prominent as Dane wants them to be. He wants to see two excited rose-buds trying to burst out the white blanket that covers them. The shirt stretching tight as it tries to retain them in captivity. His dìck twitches at his desires but he doesn't allow himself to play with her breasts until they are ripe for his liking.

'Control Dane' he chants in his mind before taking a step back.

Striding over to the long sleek pole spurting from the bottom of the floor and reaching to come just short of the ceiling, he cocks his index finger in the universal motion of 'come here'.

Obeying, Emery briskly stumbles towards him. Her head tilts ever-so-slightly upwards and she peers at Dane from under her lashes. The shy, innocent look makes Danes hormones go mad for a split second before he reels them back into line. He places two fingers under her chin and raises her head so he can meet her eye-to-eye.

"Emery sweetheart, this is serious...From now on out before we do anything I need to know that you trust me. So much so in-fact that you are willing to give me complete and absolute control over your body. That means; I get to touch you, squeeze you, spank you, whip you, chain you up, kiss you, lick you- do whatever I please basically. It also means that you cannot come unless I allow it. You ask permission and only come when I say...Do you understand? Are you okay with this?"

Emery's inhales in a broken gasp of air and tries processing it all. It's one thing to dream about it and imagine it in a heated hormonal stage but faced with the prospect of her wishes coming true? Well, frankly that scares Emery. She isn't sure at all and although she feels she can trust Dane, she isn't sure she can trust him so much as to have absolute and complete control over her.

Sensing her fright and nervousness, Dane lets out a short disappointed sigh and caresses her cheeks with his thumb, drawing circular patterns on the soft flesh.

"Baby, I won't force you to do this but you have to understand that I do need complete dominance-it's in my blood-it's my nature. But that doesn't mean I would ever cause deliberate pain to you that doesn't also cause you pleasure. Like I told your mother, you will always be perfectly safe in my care. I won't ever make you do anything that I didn't believe you could do and you know, that if anything at all ever was too much for you, you say the safe word. You just have to say it once and I will stop everything until you are happy again...Please say something Honey Bee, you're worrying me."

All the time Emery just gazes expressionless and that worries Dane. He just wants any reaction from Emery even if it is rejection by a shake of her head or a nod of acceptance.

"D-Dane...I-I trust you, but I'm scared...please-please-" she breaks off as she doesn't know exactly what she’s begging him for.

"Thank you Honey Bee. I will try my hardest never to break that trust," he promises as her face breaks out to a sweet smile.

A relieved smile graces Dane's own angelic features.

"Okay...Now stand with your back pressed against the pole," he commands slipping into dominating mode. Wordlessly Emery does as he says and feels the shivers up her spine from the cool bar. Dane walks away to get some binds and cuffs as butterflies flutter excitedly at his dreams becoming reality. He can't believe Emery’s just agreed to let him control her for the entire night. Although he knows one for certain...he's going to make her feel like she's never felt before.

Dane firstly flexes Emery's arms around her back and towards the pole. Then he binds her by the biceps and wrists against the pole, rendering her arms useless. Still she struggles to see how far she can move, much to Dane's amusement.

"Are they too tight for you Honey Bee?" he asks gently stroking the exposed sides of her stomach.

"No Dane," she mutters letting her body relax. She needs to remember it’s him. The one who’s done nothing to break her trust…yet.

His hands stroke over binds and snake down to her breasts. Emery stifles a gasp as she feels Dane's large hands completely cover her womanly mounds. His hands squeeze and tease them as he did yesterday and she yearns for the shirt to be removed so she can feel him skin-to-skin. Then he starts rubbing her nìpples through the shirt and unable to contain it, a moan escapes Emery's lips. Tugging, pulling gently and twisting her nìpples between his fingers he feels them harden to a rock-like state like yesterday. As Dane makes his way to the front to view his handy work, Emery tries calming herself. Just as he had hoped and desired her shirt now stretches tight over her hardened nìpples.

"You have no idea how fucking hot you are," he breathes to her tugging on the knotted shirt.

Emery says nothing but the soft blush at her cheeks speaks volumes. As the two ends of the shirt come undone, Dane works his way up undoing the buttons on the shirt. He wants to try and not rip this outfit apart because he still has a few teacher-student fantasies it would most definitely come in handy for.

Sliding the shirt to her sides, he lowers his mouth onto the first breast. He loves them. They’re perfect for him-not too big but not too small either. Unlike some of his other friends- Dane doesn't share the idea of bigger is better. However he does like a girl who does have naturally prominent breasts.

Moving onto her other breast Dane swirls and swishes his tongue over her tiny marble before lightly biting on it to confirm it is still flesh and body.

Moans, gasps and a squeal spurts from Emery's mouth at Dane’s action.

Giving one last lick Dane stands back unto his full frame and analyses his mate. Her breathing increases and she feels more aroused but he isn't satisfied yet.

So swiftly pulling down her skirt she lifts her feet so he can slide it somewhere over in the room.

"Dammit! I forgot I included a thong," murmurs Dane causing Emery to giggle lightly.

"Oh you think it's funny do you, Honey Bee?" he asks with a grin and raises eyebrow.

"No, of course not Dane," she replies teasingly with a smile in her twinkling voice.

He curls his hands around her back and squeezes her ass cheeks causing her to release a squeal and giggle.

Emery looks up at him with a wide smile as his face turns mildly serious and he starts lowering his head down. Her own grin starts to slip and as he slants his lips over hers, she feels a stirring in her heart. Something more than lust but she pays no attention to it and instead focuses on his slightly cinnamon-y taste drawn from their dancing tongues.

Sliding off her lips, Dane lets Emery take in some much needed breaths. So while she tries gaining back her breath he leaves his marks all down her neck. His fingers delve into her silky wavy strands as she slumps forwards onto him.

Dane makes his way back up her neck whilst grazing his hands around Emery's plump ass. Her skin feels delightful and just to ruin the perfection he scratches the taut, perky flesh. Emery groans at the feeling of his nails lightly digging in and clawing at her ass. The hot trails of supposed pain just feel like a new found pleasure.

"Dane..." she moans struggling against the bounds.

"Emery. Stop that, you'll hurt yourself baby," he scolds making her relax her arms before he continues.

As soon as she does Dane hooks a finger under her thong at the back and slides his finger down the material only to come to a stop at her soaking wet core. Returning the hand to the front he gently strokes her through the soggy material.

Emery rolls her head backwards as Dane removes her stockings and garter. Then peeling off her thong he slowly and seductively slides it all the way to the floor and off her completely. After sliding it away, one of his hands slide up her legs and his tongue licks up the other. Emery can't keep in the bubbles of anticipation and her juices just slide down her thigh.

Dane slows down his pace as he comes to stop near the top of her thighs and her wet, pink pússy comes into view. Nipping at her inner thigh just below her core he gives one long, quick lick over her sweet flesh before taking to places she hadn't known of since yesterday.

Emery cries out Dane's name with each orgasm and feels her knees sag with the force of them all. But she can't sit or even slump to the ground due to the binds rooting her in place. As Dane rises up higher to eat at her breasts he dives his fingers in her. Many times he’d forced her to come and said nothing as she came at her own will. After all he did want to start slow and having her tied up is a good start. But now he wants to have a go at having her trying to withhold an orgasm only to release it at his command.

So slowing the pace of his fingers as Emery comes yet again, he lowers his head towards her ear.

"Emery, sweetheart, remember what I told you about coming only when I give permission? Well, we're going to try that okay, Honey Bee? I want you to beg me to come and try hold it in until I say you can," gently explains Dane.

He can feel his mate getting tired from coming so many times so after this last one, he vows with slight sadness to release her for the night.

"Okay Dane," pants Emery feeling Dane increase his finger fúcking speed and thus feeling the familiar sensation of an orgasm building in her. She’s on the verge of begging Dane to stop for the night but refrains from doing so. Besides Dane swore to take care of her and she trusts him to keep to his word.

Emery is caged between the pole and her mate as he ploughs his two fingers harder and deeper into her.

"Dane please, please, please I need to...Dane please," Emery begs trying desperately to quench the burning flames of her fiery orgasm with just a single cup of water. It seems impossible and she can feel herself working herself into a state.

"Dane please...please. Oh God! Dane you have to let me...Dane please," she continues as two crystal tears roll down her rosy cheeks.

"Shh...Calm yourself, baby. You can do this, come on Honey Bee. Just a little longer and then you can come..." whispers Dane kissing away her salty tears. Emery wonders why Dane’s putting her through such torture but as the flames rise with vengeance, she cries out trying to contain it.

"Dane," she whimpers.

"Okay baby. Come for me Emery. Let it all go, Honey Bee," he says finally granting her permission.

Emery obeys to his words and feels the most forceful orgasm she's ever had tear through her. Her legs buckle from the earth-shattering experience but Dane holds her waist and takes her weight. Her mind feels frazzle from such pleasure but it simmers down after a while and a large wave of tiredness passes over her. Sensing this, Dane quickly undoes the binds and lets her fall onto him. Taking her into his arms he makes his way over to the bathroom.

"Thank you, Dane," whispers Emery now understanding why he’d prevented her from coming. The pleasure had intensified with the wait.

Dane presses a soft kiss to her lips.

"You're always welcome baby...Now, you take a shower Honey Bee while I order some dinner and get the bedroom cleaned."

"Okay Dane," complies Emery, as Dane places her back on her feet in the bathtub. Pulling around the shower curtain, she turns the shower up to blisteringly hot. The heat relaxes her tired muscles and washes away the soreness at her lower stomach.

Meanwhile Dane rings up the local Chinese take-away and orders a wide variety of food, not sure what Emery likes. He then gets to work, tucking away the binds and mopping the floor. Emery's sweet juices were dribbled around the pole but there isn't much else to do. He then spots Emery's bag she’d brought with her from her house, and being the nice mate he is, he drops them on the bathroom floor.

Emery smiles at Dane's sweetness and with a towel wrapped around her she slips into a silky bra and a matching thong. As weird a habit as it is, Emery just can't sleep without her undergarments on. The bra helps support her breasts and although not the biggest in the world she likes them keeping firm and stable while she tosses and turns in bed. The thong’s just a force of habit and generally makes her feel more comfortable knowing she’s more covered up. Then slipping into some cotton pyjamas-full length trousers and a loose t-shirt she feels relaxed and comfortable for bed. Emery can't bring herself to feel very self-conscious about her sleepwear because it doesn't seem to bother her that it isn't very sexy...but then again it may just be due to fatigue.

Sliding into the lounge she takes Dane's place on the couch watching TV while he takes a shower himself. Having left money on the coffee table Emery’s able to pay the delivery boy as he comes to drop the food off.

That night Dane and Emery enjoy each other's company whilst watching mindless TV and digging into all the delicious food. Even after the cartons are thrown away and the dishes washed, Dane realises it’s still quite early. Well, too early to be sleeping yet anyway, so he has an idea.

Emery watches as Dane brings out a very wide deck-chair and a thick blanket. Tossing the blanket at Emery he grabs the flat keys and urges her out.

"Dane, where are we going?" Emery asks as Dane locks the apartment door.

"Just follow me," he retorts leading them to a large metal door. Typing in a passcode the lock clicks open and he roughly grabs the handle to open it. With a loud creaking noise the door opens to reveal a flight of steps.

"Up," nods Dane gesturing Emery to go first. Cautious and curious Emery makes her way up the steps and presses down on the bar of the door to swing it wide.

Of course they’re on the roof! Realises Emery, knowing fatigue’s clouding her ability to think properly. But it isn't her fault, her muscles are weary from multiple orgasms, she feels well fed and she's squeaky clean. All that’s left is a warm, comfortable bed and perhaps the hard body of her mate presses against her.

Setting up the deck-chair a good few feet from the bordered and protected edge, Dane waves Emery over. They both lie onto the chair and spreads the blanket over themselves. Although still slightly cold, Emery squashes into Dane's side. She rests her head onto his chest and tangles her legs with his as he coils an arm around her. His delicious body-wash scent fills her nostrils as she feels herself growing content. Yet as tired as she feels, sleep will not come to her.

"Dane?" she muses.

"Hmm?"

"What do you want to be?" she asks, realising that apart from what she's heard about Dane she doesn't actually know that much about him as a person.

"Well my destiny's already set, Honey Bee…I'm going to take over one of the branches in the family business."

"Does that not bother you though?"

"Bother me? No, why would it?"

"Well because it's predetermined isn't it? You don't really get a choice in it..."

Dane lets out a few chuckles and Emery frowns hearing them and his chest vibrates from them. She doesn't understand, what she's asked had been perfectly reasonable hadn't it? What could be so funny?

"Oh Honey Bee...this is the 21st Century. My father wouldn't force any of my brothers or me to take over a club if we didn't want to. Because if you didn't want to then your heart wouldn't be in it and it could put people in danger. So we’re always given a choice even though it's usually expected. I'm happy with taking over a club though, if that's what you're getting at."

"Oh...I get it. But what if you want to go to college?"

"We can still do that. In fact Adrian's got a business degree, at least I think it's business."

"Is Adrian your brother?"

"Yep. He's the oldest."

"What about the others?"

"There's also the twins- Mason and Eli. Eli's older by like half a minute."

"What are they like?" Emery growing curious, because she has no siblings of her own and no close relatives to take on that role, she always wondered what it would be like to have siblings.

"Well..Mason's the quiet guy and has the patience of a saint, he’s always so zen. I don’t know how he stays so calm sometimes when things are so chaotic.

Then there's Eli. He's kind of the joker between us. He's great at cheering any of us up but then again he can be serious if he needs to be. He loves to prod and tease.

Lastly there's Adrian. He's a bit bossy and so over protective but only because he's the oldest. He's got a bit of a short fuse but he's a good guy. You can always rely on him to be there no matter what…I suppose all my brothers are like that though."

Emery silently sinks in all the new information about Dane's family and wishes for siblings of her own she can turn to for different reasons. As much as she loves Tory it just doesn't seem the same to talk to her about her problems. Especially not when Tory's got some of her own and plenty of worries concerning Emery.

"What about your parents Dane?" Emery asks realising she knows nothing of them.

"What about them? There's not much to say about them really. They're great. And have always been there in mine and my brothers lives but I guess they're getting fairly old now. Dad's pretty much retired so Adrian's taken over more- going to all the boring meetings and things. So that means both mom and dad can just spend their time taking cruises and basically relaxing."

"Oh..." yawns Emery trying to stifle it but with no use.

"Emery?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you want to go back in, Honey Bee?"

Emery nods and Dane wraps the blanket around her, as he folds up the deck chair.

Making their way back to the bedroom. Dane tucks away the chair and blanket before slipping off his t-shirt and shuffling under the covers with his mate.

"Are you cold Honey Bee?" Dane whispers feeling the icy cold skin of hers.

But tucked into Dane with his body wrapping around hers, Emery’s sunken too deep into sleep before she can respond.