My playroom might be considered abnormal so some, in the way that it was light instead of dark. Both the walls and floors were white–my favorite color-and all the furniture and equipment was black. My room was a little bigger than Callan's room at home, but not by much.

Emma looked around the room like it hinted at what kind of person I was. I had more furniture than both the guys. Many of them were intended for pain of the pleasurable kind–at least, pleasurable for those into it. Those who weren't, well...then it would probably be considered torture.

She shivered as she took it all in, reacting to the dark and twisted items in the room. I had an inversion table, gynecological chair, sex swing, rack, sawhorse, spanking horse, pillory...I had practically everything. The walls hung different gears, and I had a massive chest of drawers for both toys and other equipment.

The room's whiteness brought more attention to the black of the furniture and made them seem all the more frightening.

"Strip and show me what Mateo taught you. Present to me, baby girl," I commanded after I'd let her look her fill of the room.

Her eyes fluttered at my nickname to her, and she did what I'd told her to. With slow movements, like she was drawing this out, she took off her top and shorts. I didn't mind that she took her time; I very much enjoyed looking at her.

My cock throbbed, and I squeezed it through my pants, all the while drinking in her sinful body and the skin she revealed bit by bit. I suppressed a groan when she got fully naked; it was sensual and molded precisely to my guys' and mine's desires.

Her white skin reminded me of the picture Callan had sent yesterday, with her tied to the St. Andrew's cross and red slashes on her back, ass, and thighs. I'd tried to ignore the text, even as my body burned with raw need. That night, I hadn't been able to sleep before I gave in and fucked my fist while staring at the picture of her, all the while wishing it was her cunt I was driving into instead.

She braided her hair in a neat braid, and knelt down. Emma presented to me perfectly, with her round tits pushed out, knees spread, and head down.

Our little girl is learning. I thought as I looked at her with an evil smirk. Tonight, she would learn something different; to take my cock. I'd heard from the guys how tight she was, and I knew taking mine would burn. That was another part of the punishment; to make her pussy hurt and then deny her the pleasure.

"Whenever we're in a scene or bedroom, you will address me as daddy," I informed her, already longing to hear my title from her plump lips in her soft tone. She shuddered as a quiet moan escaped her.

"Yes, Daddy," Emma said softly–meekly. If I hadn't had full control over my body, I would've come just from those words from her lips, like a prepubescent boy.

"Stand by the bed," I directed and went to grab the blindfold. I was fond of using one of those; I never liked looking into the eyes of those I fucked. Though considering Emma wouldn't be facing me, that wasn't really an issue. Still, I wanted her to feel me in all entirety, and she did that more when one of her senses was taken away.

She stood tall as I came and threaded the blindfold over her eyes. Her breathing escalated as I moved away again. Opening one of the many drawers, I picked up another thing I would need for tonight.

As the rope made contact with her skin, she jumped slightly and shivered–part scared and part excited.

"Hands behind your back," I instructed her. She did so with slight hesitation. I grabbed them both and arranged them, so they were parallel with each other against her back.

Emma inhaled sharply as I started tying the rope around her upper body in a Karada box tie. It was one of my favorites, and I knew Emma would look good in it. The tie was elaborate and enchanted the breasts.

It took time, but it was well worth it when it was done. Emma's front was an artwork of knots and rope. Her tits were framed by the rope, pushing them out even further. Her waist was enchanted by the belt-like binding. I'd restrained her arms behind her back, making her completely unable to move them.

"Absolutely gorgeous," I breathed as I stared. The words slipped out before I could stop them, but the cute blush on Emma's cheeks made me glad I'd said it. Emma was stepping way out of her comfort zone; she deserved to know how beautiful she was at the very least.

"I'll help you to bed," I said and guided her to the middle of the mattress. When I had her where I wanted her, I pressed her upper body down, so her ass was in the air, and she rested on her shoulders and head. It couldn't have been comfortable, but she needed to learn that she would never get any award for disobeying.

"Stay," I ordered and got off the bed so I could undress. I didn't hurry as I folded my clothes neatly and laid them on a chair. Emma would have to wait and wonder when the next part would start.

I stroked my dick to full mast–not that I needed to do much to achieve it, I was already almost there; the sight of her had me burning with lust.

This night would be about my pleasure and her punishment. I would take what I wanted while giving her nothing but desperation in return.

Maybe I would feel different tomorrow if she behaved; after all, I would have her until her next shift at my club.

The bed dipped under my weight as I took my place behind her. Her cunt was open and on display, letting me see the liquid wetness of her running down her inner thighs. I could see her swollen clit, and I brushed it gently–teasingly. She shuddered at the small touch and let out a sigh.

Sliding my fingers upwards, I found her sex soaked. It seemed the bondage was foreplay enough.

She was ready.

"What's your safe word?" I asked, wanting to make sure she remembered. Having a new sub also meant that we would have to watch out for her and know she knew her word if she needed it.

"Orange," she croaked.

Satisfied, I grabbed my dick and positioned it by her entrance. I had my other hand on her hip, holding her in place. My first thrust was hard and brutal, like the ripping of a bandage.

Emma screamed at the sudden fullness; there was a hint of pain in the sound as well. I kept still inside of her, letting us both adjust. Her cunt was wet and hot and so fucking tight, it squeezed my dick like an iron fist.

My cock was shorter than Callan and Mateo–which I knew because we'd shared multiple women in the past–though it wasn't short by any means. It was my girth that was the most impressive.

Unable to hold still any longer, I started to move. With the sounds Emma made, I figured I was fucking her a little too hard for her liking, but I kept going. As long as she didn't say her safe word, I would take what I wanted.

Her wet cunt made it easier to move in and out, though I still had to fight to get inside whenever I thrust–she was simply too tight for me. She would learn in time to take me comfortably.

I tried to stay silent as I fucked her, but groans escaped me at the feeling of her around me. No wonder Callan and Mateo couldn't stop talking about her pussy. It was so fucking good.

"Please, D-daddy." Emma's whimper ended on a moan like she couldn't decide if she hated my rough fucking or enjoyed it. Maybe a bit of both.

"What is it?" I asked, not once stopping my harsh thrusts. Her whole body rocked forward every time I slammed inside.

"Please slow down," she begged, even as she pushed her ass towards me. Baby girl was sending mixed signals.

Gripping her ass with both hands, I kept her in place. "You take what I have to give. This is part of your punishment," I answered. I didn't need to specify what she'd done to deserve her punishment; she already knew.

My balls felt heavy and tight, ready to spill at any moment. I held it back, not wanting this to end too quickly. No matter how much I wanted to give in to the pleasure, I couldn't and wouldn't stop. I could keep it going for ages if I felt like it–I had that much control over my body.

The bed creaked from the brutal way I was fucking her. Even if she complained, I also knew a part of her loved it like this. My balls soaked with her juices was evidence enough.

Her walls fluttered around me with the need to orgasm, and I knew she was close. Sliding one hand around her stomach and down, I found her clit and pinched it–hard. She yelled out at the fresh pain, and her body tensed for a second as she breathed through it.

"You're not allowed to come," I whispered darkly. "If you behave tomorrow, then maybe you'll have a second chance."

"B-but I need to come, Daddy," Emma whimpered breathlessly. A sob escaped her lips, and another followed soon after.

I smacked her hard on the ass. "What you need is to follow my orders," I said, not letting myself be affected by the desperation in her voice. I didn't do pity. She should've thought of this before she went and ignored my command for her to cover up at work.

Leaning over her, I whispered in her ear, "Show me you can be a good girl."

Chasing my orgasm, I wrecked her pussy as I slammed inside. I could've never dreamt that anything would feel this good. Being inside Emma was like a taste of heaven itself, and God knew I could use a little bit of heaven after years of living in hell.

Before Emma, I'd been in limbo–not feeling the worst the world could bring, but not feeling the good either.

She made me feel a lot of somethings; frustration, irritation, disbelief, pleasure, excitement, discomfort, exasperation. As much as I hated to admit it, it was a lot better than feeling nothing but anger.

My thrust grew jerky as pleasure took over me. I washed her insides with my sperm, and I continued to rock into her until I'd spilled the last fucking drop.

Carefully pulling out of her, I took in the sight of her red and swollen cunt with interest. Her pussy was unrecognizable from what it'd looked like earlier. Her essence mixed with mine ran down her legs, and I followed the trail with my eyes. It was almost hypnotically.

Helping Emma up in a sitting position, I started to untie her. That went much quicker than tying her did.

She struggled to keep herself up, and as soon as the rope was off her, she slumped back to bed. I'd definitely worn her out. She didn't even move as I took her in my arms and carried her to her bedroom.

I left her lying on her bed to collect a few things, and she'd almost fallen asleep by the time I got back with a warm, wet towel and water with electrolytes. I dried her pussy gently with the towel, taking care of the mess I'd made between her legs.

"You should drink before you go to bed," I whispered.

She opened her eyes; they were red from tears spilled–though they were completely dry now–and she looked absolutely exhausted. I helped her with the bottle and made her drink at least half before she laid back down.

Aftercare was an essential part of BDSM. While I struggled with the intimacy of this kind, I didn't let it show as I collected her in my arms and stroked her arms until her breath evened out.

Laying by her side while she was out cold, I couldn't help but look at her. Her face was slack and serene, with makeup half washed away by sweat and tears. I should've remembered to clean her face with a wipe, but I didn't want to risk waking her to do so now.

I sneaked out of her bedroom when I was sure she was asleep.