Writers note: Read up on Emma and Joe's beginnings with Meeting Joe Pt 1 & 2, and Emma and Joe Ch. 1-6. This is a true story of a man I met online, that turned into more, with an ending that no one saw coming.
As the minutes of the next week ticked on, my anxiety increased every day it got closer to my birthday. I hated my birthday so much, and that would never change. It was never remembered, and only served as a day to remind me that I was nothing. I woke up to the usual notification from kik on my phone.
Joe: Happy Birthday Babygirl!
Emma: Eh...
Joe: No 'Eh', your birth is something to be celebrated.
Emma: I disagree.
Joe: You can disagree all you want, I will be there in 2 hours and will remind you.
Emma: We'll see...
Joe: After you take the kids to school, get naked and be in bed waiting for me.
Emma: Ok, see you soon. Drive safe Daddy.
I got the kids to school and got home with enough time to eat something before Joe would get there. I unlocked the front door, and then headed upstairs to be ready as instructed. Within minutes I heard the door open, close, and the lock engage followed by footsteps up the stairs.
"Good girl, Emma." Joe stated as he walked through my bedroom doorway and saw me. He stripped his clothes and crawled into bed next to me, pulling me close to him and into a kiss.
I laced my fingers into Joe's hair, pulling him closer to me so that I could kiss him deeper. His hands began to wander and made their way to my boobs, caressing them with firm pressure and pinching my nipples. I moved my hand down his body and went to reach for Joe's cock, but was met with resistance as Joe grabbed my hand to stop me.
"Not today babygirl," Joe stated as he moved over on the bed, "Lay back, today is your day. Hands above your head since you can't keep them to yourself."
I did as instructed as Joe went over to my dresser. He took out a pair of leather cuffs with buckles. Joe straddles my hips, his hard cock resting on my belly, as he grabbed one of my wrists and began buckling the restraint on it. I took the opportunity to run my hand over Joe's chest, playing with his chest hair. I took too long doing this. When I finally decided to make my way to his cock, he apprehended my hand before it could make it to it's destination. I just laid there growling at him.
"You gotta be faster than that Babygirl," Joe smirked as he looped the restraint connector through the bars of my headboard and linked my wrists together. "There, now I can't be distracted by your wandering hands."
Joe leaned over and kissed me, my arms pulling against the restraints out of habit, wanting to run my hands through his hair or his beard. I growled again under my breath at my inability to touch him as Joe made his way down my body, stopping every few inches to kiss parts of me.
He continued to make his way to my thighs. I held them tight together, crossing my ankles for leverage. Joe looked up at me quizzically, as I had the biggest grin on my face. I may not be able to touch him, but I can make things harder for him, I thought to myself.
"You think you're smart, but this can work not in your favor." Joe laughed, "I could just get up and go home." He motioned like he was getting up from the bed.
"What?!? No!" I yelled.
"Ok, then relax your legs Emma." Joe replied.
I stayed in my position, trying to hide my smile as his hand rested on my thigh.
"Ok then." Joe maneuvered so that he was laying next to me, went in like he was going to kiss me, but instead went for my neck. His tongue grazed across my neck, tickling it, as his hand went for my side. I squealed, laughing, and began kicking my legs while begging him to stop.
"Well that worked," Joe stated as his hand was now on my clit, rubbing it firmly. His fingers slipped down to my opening, feeling its wetness. "Someone is ready to go already, you're such a slut Emma, always ready."
Joe moved his way down to my thighs. He rubbed his beard down my thigh, stopping his mouth near my clit. I tried to push my hips onto him, but my wrists protested as In pulled against the restraints.
Joe's mouth went to work on my clit, forming suction around it and pulling it into his mouth, as he slid two fingers inside of me. My hips pushed into him, the inch or two that they could, wanting him to continue each time he pulled away. Joe knew my body enough to know when I was close, and each time I got near, he would pull away.
"What the fuck?" I stated looking at Joe smirking, as his tongue went back to work on my clit. "Am I going to get to cum?"
"I don't know, are you?" Joe said mockingly, "You have been nothing but non compliant this morning, I don't think you really want to cum."
Each time he went back to working over my clit, it took a shorter amount of time that I was close to cumming. After several more edging sessions, my clit was so swollen and begging for release that I could feel my heartbeat in it.
"Please?" I asked Joe.
"Please what?" Joe asked, laying next to me, as he began sucking on one nipple, while his fingers were working over my other nipple.
"Please, Daddy," I pleaded, "Can I please cum? This is torture."
Joe leaned in like he was going to kiss me, but instead placed his mouth by my ear and whispered "You'll cum when I say you cum, understand. Turn over, hands on the headboard, ass in the air."
Finally I thought, as I twisted the restraints around, and gripped the headboard. Finally he's going to fuck me and let me cum. Joe knelt behind me, his hands on my ass. I could feel his hard cock rubbing against my clit, and attempted to push back onto it, but Joe moved to the side. Fuck.
"It's time for birthday spanks." Joe declared, as he slapped my ass once, "Count Emma. If you lose track, you don't cum."
I counted out each spank I received. Each one turning me on more and more. My wetness was coating my thighs already by the time I was up to 30, and I could feel every nerve in my body wanting to cum for release. We finally hit 37 spanks, and Joe got up, grabbed my lotion, and rubbed it all over my ass.
Joe unclasped my restraints, but left them on my wrists, knowing that would keep me in my submissive mindset, and turned on. "Turn over and lay on your back." He instructed.
I laid back and he climbed on top of me, his body pressed against mine. His body heat fueled my need to feel him inside of me and for my release.
"I want to look in your eyes when you cum Emma," Joe said in a low voice, "I don't want to fuck you, I want to make love to you, because you are beautiful, and desired, and wanted."
I turned my head away from Joe, unable to look him in the eyes, because I knew those things weren't true about myself. He knew what I was doing though, and grasped my chin firmly to force me to meet his gaze before stating "Wanted" and kissing me.
I wrapped my legs around Joe's ass as he began to push inside of me. He continued to kiss me, as we found our rhythm, our body's moving in sync and grinding in all the right places. I was already so on edge from all of Joe's multiple edging sessions that I felt like an over inflated balloon, ready to explode at any minute. My hands wandered on their own, one hand entwined in Joe's hair on the back of his head, the other running through his chest hair that I loved.
Joe grabbed my hands, holding them beside my head so that his arms rested on top of mine, restraining them. He looked at me and simply stated "Cum for me now babygirl." And that was all it took to send me over the edge.
Joe increased his speed in which he was fucking me. My whole body reacted as his hips grinded into mine, hitting my clit and gspot at just the right angle, and sending me into an orgasm. I came hard, pushing against Joe's arms wanting to touch him.
He released my arms but continued to fuck me as he was, varying his speed as he kissed me deep. He knelt in front of me, lifting my legs over his shoulders and began fucking me again, and again sending me into an orgasm. I felt the familiar tingle spread through my belly and then I squirted all over Joe's cock, just as his warm cum began to fill me.
Joe released my legs, and rested his head on my chest. His full body weight on top of mine felt amazing to have so much skin on skin contact. I laid there, stroking his hair as he continued to catch his breath. Finally he scooted next to me, and my head found it's rightful place on his chest, his chest hair tickling my cheek. As I began to fall asleep, the last thing I remembered was Joe kissing me on the forehead and saying Happy Birthday babygirl.
We awoke about 20 minutes later to the sound of Joe's phone ringing. He glanced at it and put it back down. I continued to lay on his chest, not wanting to move and have him pull away, but I knew he had to get back to work. As well, I needed to pee.
"I hate to do this," Joe stated as he kissed my forehead and stroked my hair, "But I need to pee, and I should probably get to my worksite soon."
"I know," I pouted, "I need to pee too."
We both got up and went to different bathrooms to pee. I finished first, and flopped on my bed, burying my head in my pillow. I knew we would need to get dressed and go on with our day. Joe returned from his bathroom trip and sat on the bed next to me, and began stroking my hair.
"I wish I didn't have to go," Joe stated, "But there is always next week to look forward to. Turn over."
I turned over. Looking at Joe as he rummaged through my dresser and came out with a black sharpie. He leaned over my thighs so I couldn't see what he was writing. Then he recapped the sharpie, threw it in the drawer and began getting dressed. There on my left thigh in black sharpie was "You are" and on my right leg was written "Wanted" and it was underlined.
"That way it'll stick around for awhile, and you won't forget it." Joe stated, tightening his belt.
"That mean you're going to stick around too?" I asked, as I got myself dressed, "Even when I'm old and 40?"
"Yes Emma, even when you're 'old' and 40." Joe laughed and kissed me on the forehead again, "I'm not going anywhere babygirl."
"Even when my anxiety gets all crazy and stuff with my ptsd gets triggered?" I asked again, burying my face in the pillow, not wanting to see his response.
"Even then," Joe sat next to me, stroking my back, "Besides, I've begun learning how to deal with you shutting down. And you mean more to me than you know."
"I know, I just worry sometimes," I replied, "Especially after the dumb ass ex-husband."
"I understand you have some insecurities, and they will be somewhere in your psych for as long as you live," He said, and began stroking my hair, "I also know that your past doesn't have to define your future. But hear me clearly, I WANT YOU." He grasped my chin forcing me to look at him as he said the last line, and then kissed me.
Our week's continued, with Joe coming over at least once a week to spend time with me, amazing sex, and cuddles. We continued to talk daily on kik, and Joe called me every day for a phone call just to talk. As the weeks went on, during the Thanksgiving school break, I began to think of the upcoming holiday break in December and wondered how things would work during those times with Joe's availability and my kids being home.
Emma: Happy Thanksgiving Daddy! I have a question.
Joe: Happy Thanksgiving Babygirl! I have an answer for your question.
