“Since this morning, apparently,” Emma said, hooking her arm into Simon’s. “And I might need your help to pick out more than one dress,” she added. “Emma,” Simon whined. “I told you, just because I’m gay, it doesn’t mean I like shopping,” he objected. “Please, pretty please? You are the only one I can trust. I know you will tell me the truth about what fits and what doesn’t. And I will spill the tea, and it is a really, really excellent tea to spill,” she begged. “Damn you and your knowledge of my weaknesses,” he groaned. “Thank you, thank you, thank you,” she said. They headed into the first shop to start their hunt. Emma felt bad that she had to lie to her friend, but she couldn’t tell him the truth. She didn’t think she would survive if Simon cut her out of his life. He was a good man, but Emma knew that when she more or less voluntary had signed a sex contract, she had become a glorified sex worker, a pet. She didn’t think anyone would think that would be okay. So she avo
After lunch, Emma and Simon headed back and found the salon. They were greeted by a small woman that had energy rolling off her. She was happy and sparkly, and Emma found it contagious. She introduced herself as Tammy, Jill’s friend.“I love your hair colour. The honey blond is so right for you. We will make it into your signature look. We’ll just have to work a little on the style. When was the last time you went to the hairdresser?” Tammy asked Emma as Emma sat down in her chair.“Oh, let me see. Five years ago?” Emma said hesitantly.“No, I dragged you into one when Joan got married. That is like three years ago,” Simon corrected her. “That’s true.” Emma nodded.“Oh my. Well, that explains it.” Tammy said.“Is it that bad?” Emma asked.“No, not at all. It just has no shape. I would love to just put in some layers and freshen it up a little. Would that be okay?”“You’re the professional. I trust you,” Emma said.Emma spent a couple of hours being pampered, getting her hair and nail
Bane stood at the bottom of the stairs and looked at his watch, five minutes to six and still no Emma. He felt his irritation grow. If she thought she could get away with defying him, she had another thing coming. He wouldn’t hesitate to go up there and drag her down.The rhythmic sound of heels hitting the stairs made him look up. Emma was walking down the stairs. At least Bane thought it was Emma. This creature looked like an angel if god had added sexy and temptress to the list of angel requirements.Gone were the dull clothes and messy hair. Bane had always suspected Emma’s clothes were hiding her true form. But looking at her now, he realised he had underestimated her natural sensuality. She was wearing a soft pink dress with silver sequins strewn all over it, making the light bounce off it. It created the illusion that she was sparkling. The left arm had a full sleeve, and the other arm was bare. There was no cleavage to speak of. But the waist was cinched and made her full br
The grip at the base of Emma’s neck wasn’t painful. In a way, it was comforting, and to her own horror, Emma found herself liking it. She knew Bane was claiming her as his own. She would rather be his than being left exposed to the two men across the table that were both drooling over her.She still wasn’t entirely comfortable in her dress; it drew far too much attention to her. But at least Bane seemed satisfied with it. And it had the desired effect on the two men. They were definitely distracted as they started talking business. Emma listened to the conversation while sipping her cocktail. It tasted okay, better than most of the ones she had tried before. She had a hard time keeping up with the discussion around the table. They seemed to use codewords. She guessed that would be wise since they were in public discussing what Emma presumed to be illegal things. After listening for a while, Emma understood the jest of what they were saying. The two men were trying to sell something,
“Put your guns down,” Bane growled at Victor and his men. Victor made a jerky nod with his head and his men and himself put their guns away. Bane and Jax also put theirs away and sat down at the table again. They must have stood up as they had drawn their guns, Emma thought. Luke and Tom still had their guns out, but they lowered them.“Have a nice evening, Victor, and give my best to your boss,” Bane said, dismissing the four men for the second time.“The same to you, Mr Velky,” Victor said. It only took them minutes to exit the restaurant. When they did, Luke and Tom put away their guns and Emma felt herself relax. Jax moved to a seat opposite her and Bane. He had a smile on his face. A waitress appeared at the table. Jax ordered a steak, medium, without having been offered a menu.“I’ll have the Steak au Poivre and the lady will have the seared lamb,” Bane said. He hadn’t looked at a menu either or asked Emma what she would like. Emma thought she should be upset about it. But t
Bane was standing at the bar, talking to the club’s manager and Jax. Emma’s revelation that there had been an increase in the number of overdoses from unpure drugs had made Bane inform his manager to keep an eye out. As they were talking, Bane had a clear view of where Emma sat. She had turned her back towards them, looking out over the crowd. She was showing off her almost naked back and Bane found the view tantalising.He also enjoyed all the men, and some women, that were also looking at his angel. She didn’t seem to notice how much attention she was attracting, how natural and easy her sensuality was. He lost track of the conversation he was having when a man approached her. Bane could see her tense up. He was ready to stride over to her when Luke handled the issue. Bane looked on as Luke took up post next to Emma. He was now free to go back to the conversation with Jax and the manager, but found that he was irritated.“Bane?” Jax asked.“What?” He sounded harsh and irritated ev
Emma felt amazing under Bane’s hands. The way her body surrendered and responded to him was like nothing he had experienced. The way she slowly let go of herself had him on the verge of coming undone. His hand on her naked thigh moved up under the skirt. He could feel the heat from her center as he moved higher. His angel squirmed and pressed her full thighs together.“Relax, Angel,” he told her, and licked her ear. Emma’s hand grabbed his wrist and stopped his hand from moving further up her thigh. “I don’t know if I can do this,” she told him.“It’s okay, angel. You are mine, I will not hurt you. I will make you feel really good, let me show you,” he told her and used his grip around her throat to turn her head so he could kiss her. He kissed her and waited for her body to relax. As he felt her relax again, the grip on his wrist was still there, but not as tight. He moved his hand further up and waited for and objection. There was none, he let his fingers glide over her panty cla
Pressed up against the glass with her dress hiked up around her waist and her panties god knows where, Emma should have felt self-conscious. But all she could focus on was the kiss and Bane’s body that was pressed up against her. Her brain was still a little foggy from her orgasm. She had never felt anything close to the earth shattering orgasm that Bane had given her. A small part of her brain was telling her she needed to have a thing about why that was. But the rest of her brain was telling her to focus on the tall, dark and dangerous god that pressed up against her. She was more than happy to listen to that part.Bane ended the kiss and took half a step back from her. Emma felt the loss of his body heat like a physical pain. What was her body doing to her? “On your knees,” he told her in a dark and rough voice.Emma didn’t hesitate to bend her knees and fall on them in front of him, looking up to meet his eyes. Shouldn’t she be struggling against this? She briefly wondered. But
Emma sat at her desk, she had gone through the last of the reports regarding the latest batch of potential new clients. She had selected three that she thought had potential. The rest would get a kind refusal letter, telling them the firm had too much on their plate to take them on as clients, but they could recommend the attached list of accountant firms. Simon’s and her business were blooming. They had stopped looking for new clients as they had their hands full with their existing ones and the ones that asked to join. There was a knock on the door and Tom opened it and came inside.“We need to get going in ten minutes if you want to have time to get ready, Mrs E,” he told her. “Thank you, Tom. Could you make sure that these three potential clients get wetted? I’ll just say bye to Simon and then we can go,” she told him. He nodded and took the folders from her. When Emma had started working from the office, Bane had insisted she needed a bodyguard. Since Tom’s injuries, his wife ha
It was time for Emma to deal with things. She had let Bane keep her in their room, with brief visits to the kitchen and the library, for weeks. She felt much better, especially since Bane had stopped thinking she was too frail for sex. Emma almost felt like her old self again. No, that wasn’t entirely true. She felt like a new and improved version, Emma 2.0. Somehow her time with Walker had given her a little more confidence, and the fact she knew she had Bane and Simon in her life left her with a sense of security that she hadn’t felt since she was a child. It was time she put this new version to the test.“I want to see my aunt and uncle,” she told Bane as they were eating breakfast. Emma had convinced him they should start having their meals in the dining room and not the bedroom. It felt like a good sign that he had agreed. “No.”“You said that it was my decision what happens to them,” she objected.“It is. You will tell me what you want, and I will make it happen. No where in th
Bane looked down at Emma. She was licking his still hard cock clean. She had not let go of his gaze and Bane admired the way the rhinestones sparkled in the soft light. His wicked angel. “On your feet, angel,” he told her, and she gracefully got up. It was evidence of how far along she was in her recovery. She had been right that he was trying to hold back, trying to not acknowledge how much better she was. Because if he did, he would have to let her go out into the world. And that scared the shit out of him. He just wanted her safe. But as he drew her into his embrace, kissing her like he had wanted to kiss her since she woke up, with a scoring heat. He knew he had to give in and let her keep going on with her life. “You have been a really good girl. Time for your reward. On the bed, angel, on your hands and knees,” he told her. He saw the radiant smile that appeared on Emma’s face as she almost skipped over to the bed. She was a needy little angel, he thought as he stripped out of
Emma was slowly healing and getting her strength back. The first days she had been on a strict diet that Linda had ordered. But as the week moved on, she gradually could start eating like normal. Bane made sure she got all her meals and snacks in their room. He also made sure she had dessert with every meal. As he had told her, he didn’t leave their room. He was constantly by her side. If he needed to work, he did so from the armchair by the TV. He helped her to the bathroom, and he helped her to shower whenever she wanted to. There was a constant stream of people coming to visit Emma. She was moved by how most of the men, some she had only met in passing, came by to look in on her. She made it a point to thank each of them for helping to rescue her. Then there was Anna. She made sure to bring Emma’s meals herself and stayed to talk a little. Tom and Luke were almost in the room as much as she and Bane. Luke was looking better by the day as Simon was finally talking to him, even thoug
Emma looked up at Bane with big eyes.“But…,“ she started.“No but. You need to stop doing things that put you in danger, angel. But we will save the punishment for later. Now relax,” he told her, and he savoured the feeling as she made herself comfortable in his arms. Having her back where she belonged felt amazing, like the world suddenly made sense again. Her body felt too angular and thin, and her hair had lost its shine. But he didn’t care. She was back in his arms, in his bed, and he had told her he loved her. Bane still had a hard time believing she loved him back, and she forgave him. He didn’t forgive himself and would spend the rest of his life making it up to her if she would let him. A cold hand clutched his stomach as he remembered he didn’t know what they had done to her. He knew she had been beaten from the pictures. Linda had told him she had seen all the signs of starvation and dehydration. But other than that, Bane had had plenty of time to think about what else they
Bane was looking at Emma and at the spot on the bed next to her, but he didn’t move. Emma looked back at him and wondered what was going on. “Come on,” she said, patting the spot again.“I’ll just sit here,” he told her, heading toward the chair he sat in when she had woken up.“Why? I would like you to sit next to me,” she asked.“I don’t want to hurt you,” he said.“Don’t be silly. Simon was sitting there not five minutes ago. Come on, let’s have a talk,” she told him. Slowly, with hesitant steps, Bane rounded the bed and gently got on it. He watched her to see if she was uncomfortable or in pain. Emma just smiled at him patiently. As he sat down facing her, he took her hands in his and looked intently at them. Emma just let him be. He had something he needed to talk about, and she would give him the time to think it through.“I’m sorry,” he said, looking up at her. That was not what Emma was expecting. “For what?” she asked, genuinely surprised. Bane smiled at her and caressed he
Emma woke up feeling dazed. Her mind was fuzzy, and it took her a minute to remember what had happened. She tensed up as she remembered the small room she had been in the last weeks. Then she realised she was home. No, not home. She was in Bane’s bed. Someone was holding her hand, and she squeezed it to make herself relax. “Emma?” she heard Bane say, and she turned her head towards the sound. Bane had pulled up one of the armchairs next to the bed and was sitting in it, holding her hand. Emma smiled at him and felt herself relax. He looked tired, but he returned her smile.“Hi,” she said, her voice sounded hoarse and dry.“Hi, angel. How are you feeling?” he asked. Emma thought about it. She had a feeling she should be in a lot of pain, but she wasn’t. “Fine, a bit fuzzy, like my brain is wrapped in a soft cloud. And I’m thirsty and I think I’m a little hungry as well,” she told him. Bane reached out with his free hand and stroked her hair. “You are on some heavy pain medication. I
Relief so powerful that it almost felt like a tidal wave flooded his system. That was, until he registered the state of her. She looked so tired, and why did it look like she had lost weight? But in her brilliant blue eyes, he could see hope. Then his focus shifted to the man that was dragging her backwards by the arm. Walker’s son, Bane realised. As Emma was dragged out of his view, Bane turned towards the chaos that was playing out on the ground level. Jax and his men had made progress. They were forcing most of Walker’s men to the right while some of Bane’s men herded the guests and workers to the left. No one was foolish enough to assume the guests and workers were harmless. They all knew that there could be numerous guns, knives and other things hidden amongst them. They would be searched and dealt with when this thing was over.“Found the item,” Bane shouted. Jax, Luke and Tom looked at him and he glanced toward the stairs. They all nodded. There was an effort made to clear the
Bane was sitting in the dark van that was parked in an alley, trying to be invisible, which was hard for a vehicle of its size. Bane had a hard time sitting still. He was bouncing his knee up and down, staring at the com system, willing it to come to life. Jax, that was sitting next to him, gave him an annoyed look. Bane glared back at him. Bane’s temper was not at its best. Three weeks. Fucking three weeks. They had made him wait. If Bane was being fair, which he wasn’t in the mood to be, it hadn’t been Jax’s, Luke’s or Tom’s fault that it had taken three weeks. If they had known where Emma had been held, nothing could have kept him from going after her. But that had been the issue. No one could find where Walker had been keeping her. It had taken Spenser less than three hours to find Emma’s aunt and uncle and drag them back. That had been an entertaining evening, Bane thought. Within thirty minutes of Bane stepping into the same room as Jonas Cobler, he had told Bane everything he k