Jack brought Emma’s things up to his bedroom, and Emma went to the kitchen and looked around. Emma loved cooking. She was happy to see he had a well-equipped kitchen so she could spend some time making meals for him. As she turned around, Jack was standing in the door frame. He looked so handsome and wore this sexy smile that nearly melted her.
“Come here, Baby,” he said as he held out his arms. Emma was pressed against him in seconds. “You feel so good, Emma. I can’t decide what to do with you first. But this is a good start,” he said as he lifted her onto the counter and began to kiss her, slowly and deliberately. His kisses became more demanding, and Emma moaned softly. His hands fondled her breasts through her blouse, and his thumbs stroked over her nipples making her unable to think.
“Mmmm, I love how you respond to me, Emma girl,” he whispered against her ear. Emma began to unbutton his shirt, and his hand covered hers. “No, first I feed you. Then we have things to discuss.” Just like that he walked away and opened the refrigerator.
A very frustrated Emma followed him, and helped him make sandwiches for both of them. Emma hadn’t eaten since early that morning, and now it was nearly evening. She knew it was best that she eat something, but still part of her was hurt and uncertain as to why he had stopped what he had started.
As they ate the sandwiches, Emma was very quiet. She answered Jack’s questions with short answers. Jack was frowning, and Emma was nearly pouting. Jack cleaned up the dishes, while Emma cleared the table. He walked her into the living room to a large black leather chair. As he sat down, he pulled her onto his lap.
“Now, what is bothering you,” he asked.
Sitting on his lap felt like heaven, and all Emma wanted to do at that moment was cuddle close to him. She’d dreamed of this so many times. Jack put a finger under her chin, and lifted her face to look at him, “I’m waiting, Baby.”
Emma gulped. She knew that tone. It was the tone he used on the phone when he wasn’t happy with her. “Nothing, Jack,” she said softly.
“You know that answer will get you spanked, Emma,” he warned. How could a man speak and growl at the same time? Emma looked at him, and the hurt she had felt earlier crept back making her eyes tear. “I..Why..,” she didn’t know how to answer. “I don’t know what I’m feeling, Jack, really,” she said.
Jack tucked her close to him, and rubbed her bottom and kissed the top of her head. “It’s ok, Emma. You’re upset because I stopped kissing you and had you eat. Right?” Emma bit her bottom lip to keep from crying, and nodded.
“Who is in charge, Baby?” he asked as he made her look into his eyes. “You are, Sir,” she answered without hesitation. Jack smiled and hugged her. “Very good, Emma,” he said, “Now we have some things to discuss before I take you upstairs to bed.”
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Faith honey…. I am reading that story again and again… it almost seems like I KNOW those characters by heart. You can get out of my head now! Keep up the writing… I need more!