A Holiday Of Pain And Pleasure

I have no idea who EMK was and honestly, It was beginning to creep me out. I spent the rest of my exam week looking over my shoulders and locking myself in my room whenever I got back home.I asked a few people I was close to at school, none of them had heard about EMK, and the internet was just as clueless as I was.After our final paper for the semester, Gracie and her friend, Melody, drove me home in Melody's car, and once again, I allowed them to convince me to attend a final-year student's birthday party.By tomorrow, most students will leave for the holiday, and before the weekend, the Dorm will be empty. Unlike other semesters where a few students might decide to stay behind.It's the Christmas holiday. A time for family, friends, parties, and reunions. I doubt anyone would stay back at the Dorm. So tonight would be more like one last fun before the Christmas break.I caved and went for the party, pushing the thoughts of EMK and the fact that he might come for me any moment, fa

I woke up to an empty bed. I had no idea how long I'd slept. All I could remember last night was EMK walking out of the room after ordering me to bed.I shut my eyes, recalling his face, hair, the color of his eyes, his high-sharp cheekbones, his devilish smile, and I don't even want to remember his body frame. Christ! The man was too perfect to be human. Unless, of course, he turns out not to be human after all. That would scare me, but I won't doubt the possibility.I sat up on the large bed and tried to think of what to do. Why did I agree to this? Well, technically, I didn't. But did I even have a choice?A few maybe. I could have opened up to my Mom and had her help me with a much safer alternative. I could have confessed and faced being persecuted.I could have tried reporting him to the police. Although I doubt that would work. A man as wealthy as EMK must be influential.Sighing at my predicament, I thought of what I could possibly wear after taking a shower because I was ser

EMMETT'S POV . She pushed the blanket aside and pulled her panties down her legs. 'Holy shit'. My cock became excruciatingly painful. She adjusted her head on the pillow and started rubbing her clit. I was groaning painfully, and Amber was clutching the blanket with hard intensity. Her book was now lying haphazardly on the floor "Fuck yourself, Amber. Let me hear how wet your pussy is through the phone." She moaned so loud, making me so fuckin proud of erupting such a feeling from her. "So fucking wet for me," I said as I stroked myself harder and the veins of my cock seemed to have become engorged with excess blood supply. "Fuck!" I growled. "Pull off your clothes. I want you naked." She did as she was told. At the sight of her naked body, I felt a surge of desire course through me. Her soft curves and creamy skin were on full display, and they were even more beautiful than I'd imagined. My breath caught. "You are such a good girl, I'm so proud of you," I groaned. "Touc

EMMETT'S POV . Seated at the Clubhouse waiting for Jonathan Briggs, I regretted not going home to see Amber first before coming here. The sight of her alone and her voice would have done a lot to my soul. And I didn't want to speak to her on the phone while I was still within the confines of this godforsaken Clubhouse. When I caught sight of Jonathan, the son of one of the founding fathers of this town, just like my father and his fathers before him. He flashed me a smile and hurriedly closed the distance between us. "Emmett." He called offering a handshake. We shook hands and he took a seat beside me. "It's great to see you." He said. "Wish I could say the same." I replied. Jonathan laughed. "Yeah, you probably have your hands too full at the moment. How's she? Your new playthi-" "Stop it." I shot at him before he could complete his words. "Easy," Jonathan said, raising both hands in surrender. Then he frowned and looked up to the open lawn. "I don't know who she is. B

Rachel and I stepped out of the car. Her silver dress was anything but calm, with tiny handmade petals and feathers fixed to a bow and attached to the back of her dress. Yet she couldn't stop complimenting my almost plain black sequin dress with only rhinestones and a slit to it. Well, my curly hair did make it look more attractive, and the glowy shimmer oil Rachel made me use on my skin gave it a very beautiful glow under the fluorescent-lit bulbs in the club. Once we got in and settled at the VIP section which had the celebrant and the other guests that came for the party. The celebrant was celebrating her new car by the way. "Jader, Gladys, Tessa, and Flora." Rachel introduced me to her friends. "And this is Olivia, the celebrant." She added. Olivia gave me a once-over first for a brief second, and when she was convinced that I was worth introducing to the rest of her guests, she nudged me ahead. "Hello, Amber," Olivia called. "Hello, congratulations. It's nice meeting you a