Emma Walker Bed Novels & Stories

Emma Her body was sore, but her head hurt the most. She awoke dizzy, though the feeling went away after a few moments. Her eyesight cleared after a few blinks. Emma was the only one in the room. When she turned onto her side, she noticed a jug of water beside her bed. Next to it was an empty glass. She gently picked up the jug with her trembling fingers and poured water into the glass. She sipped it down in a few gulps. Her throat had been incredibly dry, and the water helped to ease it. Emma was still dressed as a maid in a modest, knee-high pencil skirt, a white blouse, and black stockings. She yanked her stockings off her legs and dashed inside the bathroom. Her body felt sweaty, so she d

Though she didn’t eat quickly, she ate a lot and didn’t even realize she was already full. And so, the evening passed smoothly and quietly. For the first time, Emma got to sleep on a soft, comfortable bed. The bedroom wasn’t as large as her mother’s, but it was warm and cute in design. There were many stuffed animals and sparkly decorations that made Emma's eyes light up and her lips curl into a small smile. "Feels like a dream..." she whispered softly before falling asleep. Early the next morning, she was awakened by a knock at the door. Butler Alfred’s voice followed:

Mark’s footsteps stopped right outside the bedroom door. “Emma? You in there, babe?” Emma’s heart slammed against her ribs like a trapped animal. She was still pinned in a deep mating press, knees beside her head, pussy and ass gaping and overflowing with fresh loads of Jax and Marcus’s cum. The thick, creamy mixture was leaking steadily onto the sheets beneath her, pooling warm and sticky under her ass.

Instead his hips shifted forward just enough that the thick, heavy outline of his cock in those shorts pressed against her lower stomach. Emma’s thighs trembled. Oh my god, it’s so warm. So fucking thick. I can feel it twitching against me. She tried to step back but the washer trapped her. “Alex… the girls are right down the hall,” she whispered, voice shaking. “If they come looking—”

“It’s already stocked. Clothes, books, everything.” Arielle blinked. “Already?” “I had contingencies.” Of course he did. Emma hesitated, then tugged gently on Arielle’s sleeve. “Can you come with me?” Arielle didn’t look at Damian when she answered. “Of course.” Emma’s room was warm despite the minimalist design. Soft bedding, fairy lights tucked along the headboard, shelves lined with storybooks and puzzles. Someone, Damian, she realized, had gone out of their way to make them feel comfortable.

Some metal shelving stretched from the wall out into the center of the room a good way. The shelves were covered in empty beakers and boxes as well as bottles of chemicals and other tools. Amanda looked back over at Emma. “So how did you end up here? Did they catch you when they caught the grey wolf?” Emma shook her head. “No. I—“ She sat on one of the other chairs and fidgeted with the sleeves of the sweater. “I used to work here.” She didn’t lift her head as she said the words and she subtly shifted away from Amanda.

she didn't want to talk to me. I decided to open the door slowly. The room was dark, only the moonlight coming through the thin curtains. My eyes immediately fell on Emma in bed, asleep with our three children in her arms. The silence suddenly felt so heavy. I looked at their faces, peaceful, not knowing what was going on in my mind—regret, guilt, and the desire to fix everything.

he whimpered, using his elbow to shield his face. The hard kicks kept coming and he felt weaker. Today’s beating was worse than any other. “After this, you’ll think twice before letting me take second place on any assignment,” Alex raised his fist again—when a stone suddenly hit his back. She walked in from the end of the street, dressed in black leather pants and a jacket, combat boots echoing on the pavement. A scarf was tied around her forehead, holding her hair in place. Her presence froze the air as she approached.

“Vamoire is ready to see her.” “Alright,” he replied as his feet nears the bed. “I bet it is going to be very chaotic. This bitch does not know what she did to her. And oh, man, Vamoire is furious,” Jek added as he wakes her up. “Hey! Wake up.” He shakes Maridelle’s body. Maridelle did not bother to open her eyes nor did she uttered a word. Instead, she moved her back to face the other side of the room.

He never gave her much of a tour, he'd just asked her to wait downstairs each time. Ashleigh walked down the hall and walked into a bedroom. It looked like a typical boy's bedroom. Blue paint coating the walls, posters of cartoons and hockey celebs covered the paint, a green chest of toys and beside it an extra large box of Lego. In the centre of the room, a single bed, small in size, covered in Ben 10 sheets. She smiled to herself. "No wonder why he never lets me up here," she told herself. She went to the wardrobe and opened its doors. Inside were old clothing and at the bottom a box. She pulled out the box and sat on the floor beside it. She opened the box and saw a DVD cover.