CHAPTER THREE

SOMETIMES, SHE JUST NEEDS IT A LITTLE ROUGH It was half past seven when Emily finally awoke. She noticed something was odd, but she just couldn't put her finger on it. Her room was still dark, the drapes which went all the way from the ceiling to floor were drawn close. Softly, she sat up in her dark grey California King bed, her eyes scanned the room for a few minutes, before settling on the gold drapes which behind, hid the Bay windows. She looked to her right, where her bedside table stood, the alarm clock resting on it read in big bold red numbers, 7:35a.m. Ahh, so that was the odd thing, she thought. She had overslept, no doubt that the activities of last night drained her completely. After arriving from South Africa in the morning, she had gone to the company, from the company, she'd come home, had her bath, and hadn't even closed her eyes up to a minute before Drew had burst through her doors and forced her into her closet to go to some crazy high school reunion which turned out to be stupid, as she had called it earlier. As she placed her feet to the tiled floor, she contemplated going to the office, working from home, or doing neither. From her childhood, her father had always trained her to be the perfect business woman. Never for once did he not remind her of her future duties. Having no son and loosing his wife a few years after Emily was born, he had made up his mind to not remarry, but instead focus all his attention on his daughter. He had mistresses, probably had a few illegitimate children, none of which Emily had cared to know about. Her father made sure none of them came to her, be it for a family time, or to ask for money. But he had none of these until after Emily had reached her teenage years. All through high school, she had taken business courses and excelled perfectly well in all. She hardly had the time to enjoy her teenage years, and if not for the lively Drew who came to sneak her out of her room late at night when her father wasn't home or was sleeping, Emily's life would have been the perfect definition of loneliness and boredom. Whenever she got back home from school and the heavy calculus classes, hard Economics tests, she would be allowed to rest for only an hour before her home tutor arrived and started the whole process again. With an IQ score of 135, her father was quite proud of her, getting her name under the Forbes list was a bonus and he had invited her for dinner to celebrate her achievement on the last Friday of the month. She pulled the drapes aside, and silver rays of sunlight streamed in, shining bright on her face. She closed her eyes at the sudden impact of the light, a small smile spread on her lips immediately she felt her face warming up. Her fingers slowly trailed up to her cheeks, and caressed it softly. After a few minutes of basking in the sunlight, she turned on her heels, put on her flip flops, headed out of her room, and down the spiral staircase. ¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤ The smell of scrambled eggs, toasted bread and coffee filled her nostrils and she sighed as her stomach groaned in response to it. Now, she wondered who had invaded her privacy and food. As she neared the end of the stairs, a back came into her view. It was a man's back, broad and wide, clothed in a white long sleeve shirt, the muscles in his shoulder and hands contracted whenever he flipped the pan. A cute pink apron was tied around his waist as he cooked on. Emily didn't need to be told who the intruder was. She strode into the kitchen and sat on one of the stools without breaking her eye contact with the man's back. When he was finally done serving the food into two plates, he turned, and on seeing her face, a large grin appeared on his face. "Morning baby," He dropped the plates on the table, along with two mugs containing cappuccino, after that, he rounded up the counter and finally stepped face to face with her. Emily gave him a light nod as a response to his greeting. The girl was so used to not actually replying greetings given to her, but instead nodding. He placed a soft peck on her lips before drawing a stool out, and sitting next to her. "Time to eat." he said. With gold eyes, raven black hair, strong body features with muscles rippling out of almost every corner, and the perfect smile, Christian looked like every woman's dream man. Emily didn't let her stomach give her another warning before she dug in, biting from the crunchy toast first, then filling her insides with the hot coffee. Her favourite. The couple ate on in silence until Christian spoke first. "Did you enjoy your reunion last night?" his eyes went to her. "I think you'd know the answer to that." she replied dryly, earning a heart melting laugh from Christian. "I don't get why you hate them so much, thank God we didn't know each other or attend the same high school at that time, or I'd probably be among the list of the humans you hate." His words brought a smile to Emily. Taking the final sip of her coffee, she turned to meet his gaze. "It's quite hard to hate you, you know?" The grin on Christian's face widened. "So, we're still leaving for your dad's next week?" he changed the topic, and Emily nodded. "I have to figure out what to get him then." "Don't waste your time by doing that, he doesn't need anything." Emily replied with a firm voice. "Probably, but that doesn't mean I shouldn't get my father in law a gift." "I'm not even your wife yet." Emily scoffed. "But you will be in two months time." Christian smiled. Just the thought of their union brought so much joy to his heart. "So how was South Africa? How did the meeting go?" he asked. "Fine, fine. It went better than I expected. I got your flowers too." Christian placed his hand, gently, above Emily's exposed lap, from her short silk gown. With the same gentleness, he began roaming his hands through it. "You know, I missed you a lot for the two weeks you were away." his voice turned into a low growl. "Really? Like your flowers didn't tell me that much." Emily teased. "You wouldn't mind if we went up to your room, right?" he mumbled. Emily drew him in, harshly by his collar, until their lips were just a few distance apart from merging. "Why can't you just take me here. Right here on the kitchen counter." she groaned into his ears, while her hands reached down to grope his growing erection. "Emily, that wouldn't be gentlemanly of me. I told you that you're a princess, you deserve to be treated as one. I want to make love to you on your bed, not on the counter, like you were some random girl." he whispered, his breath hitched higher with each passing minute. No matter how sweet that sounded, Emily did not want that. For fucks sake, they only ever had sex on his bed or on her bed, or on any bed! She wanted something different, she wanted him to treat her a bit more roughly whenever they had sex. Sometimes, she wanted to fuck, not make love. Without replying him, she got down on her knees and started unbuckling his belt. Halfway through into getting rid of it and pulling his pants down, his hand stopped hers. She looked up at him, he was still standing before her, his face hovered over hers and he had on the most pained expression ever, she noticed the bulge on his pants. "No." he shook his head calmly. Emily wanted to die right there, that moment. The man obviously did want to get his cock sucked, so why wasn't he giving in? She dusted his words aside and continued with her current mission. In a swift motion, his belt flew off, his pants followed immediately after that, leaving him in his boxers, and a strained cock begging to be released. She dipped her hand into the waist band of his shorts, down to his aching cock, and gripped tightly around it. At the same time, she looked up just in time to see Christian's head jerk backward and a mild swear escape from his lips. She grinned and finally, dragged his boxers down. His cock sprang to life in her hand, she squeezed her palm on it, giving it gentle strokes. Up and down, her hands played on his shaft, with each stroke she gave it, Christian's groans filled her ears. As she noticed him growing harder and more erect in her grasp, she brought the tip of her tongue to the head of his dick, and licked it. Just then, Christian jerked and pushed her off. "Dammit Emily!" Yes! She was finally getting somewhere with him. Letting his beast mode activate. Maybe he'd finally fuck her like she wanted. But then, his next actions left her in shock. All the excitement she'd felt earlier, slowly seeped out of her body. Christian squatted down to her level, tucked behind, into her ear, a stray curl from her loose bun. "I won't let you do that. You shouldn't kneel before any man. You're more than a princess, you're a Queen." Emily didn't know if she should punch the man in the face, or kiss him for his sweet words. But right now, sweet words weren't what she needed to be hearing. She wanted her hair to be pulled, her ass to be spanked till they burned red, she wanted to cum over and over and over again. He reached out for her and lifted her up by the shoulders, his hold on her, soft and caring. "Your room- let's go there." ¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤ When she felt the tip of his cock press against her entrance, she moaned and willed him to fill her up. Her hands splayed across his bare back and pushed him closer to her, and just like as if he could hear her silent plea, he slammed into her. His cock slid in and out of her in gentle pushes, Emily groaned and grazed her fingers through his back. More. She needed more. He was going too slowly, too gently. She needed more. "More." she whispered, and to her surprise, he complied. Fastening his pace, he slammed into her, deeper and harder. Soon enough, her cries filled the air as she felt her release nearing. His lips covered hers in a deep wet kiss, muffling her cries. His mouth didn't stay there for long before they trailed to her neck, leaving soft kisses there, his head went down, till they found her breasts. He swirled the tip of his tongue along her areola, his teeth pulled on her nipples before he enclosed his mouth around it and sucked her till oblivion. Christian leaned into her, more deeper than before, like as if he were going to iron her with his chest and crotch, while his mouth found hers again. He lifted Emily's right leg, adjusted himself inside her, and began placing airy kisses down her raised legs. Emily's grip tightened on the bed sheets, she threw her head back in pleasure, with a sigh as she felt her orgasm wash over her. A few minutes later, Christian followed suit with a loud groan, emptying his load in the prophylactic sheath he had put on the moment they had taken off all of their clothes. He laid beside her with a low grunt, his breaths, rapid and unusual. The smell of sweat and sex lingered in the air. He finally tore his gaze away from the white ceiling and turned to stare at her. His hands played on her bare skin, drawing circles around her arm, Emily remained still, and fixated on nothing in particular. "You're beautiful." Christian murmured. "Tell me something I don't know." she smirked, and he let out a throaty laugh. "I really can't wait to make you my wife." he nuzzled his head in between her breasts and she sighed tiredly. When she checked the time, she saw that it was already five minutes to nine. Looked like she'd already made a decision. Work from home, it was.