Emma awoke around 6 am as her alarm sounded in the next room. She had been sleeping peacefully. Upon realizing she was in Liam's bed, Emma jumped up and hauled herself into her room to silence her alarm. Her heart raced as she went back into the living room. Liam was busy on his computer. She bit her lips nervously, focusing on the expression that painted his handsome face. He rubbed his bearded jaw before washing his hand through his hair. He was so cute, even with the tattoos that disturbed his pale skin.
Liam noticed her by the couch and focused on her shapely figure. Emma had on modest nightwear. Her round breasts poked through a loose t-shirt, and a pair of fuzzy, striped pajama pants gave his eyes only a glimpse of the outline of her crescent-shaped hips. She appeared just as delicious as she tasted, and he felt his cock rouse in seconds.
However beautiful, she was a distraction, and he adjusted himself before speaking, "Good Morning."
Emma felt a fluttering effect in her stomach that caused her to blurt out an apology instantly.
"Sorry about last night. And about the alarm. I didn't mean to disturb you." His face stayed stoic, and she added, "I'm sorry for disturbing you now, too. Sorry."
Liam chuckled and continued typing, "It's okay. You haven't broken any rules, sweetheart."
Sighing in relief, his excellent mood thrilled Emma. Despite her religious beliefs, sucking Liam's cock had become a favored part of her day. She still fought herself with how she felt about her pleasure. Shame washed over her each time she gave in to her sexual desires, which only happened when she broke a rule. Last night, Emma pushed her luck, breaking a few on purpose. She was fucked and degraded improperly, but the humiliation failed to keep her from drenching his cock with cream.
Liam's deep voice stopped her on the way to her room, "Em, I want you to wear something today."
Emma blushed at the nickname, but her heart dropped. Today she would be going with a friend to a museum, and Liam would be tagging along at his request. She prayed it wasn't another revealing top he wanted her to wear.
"What is it?" Emma asked and quickly apologized, "Sorry. I shouldn't ask. I am sure you will show me soon, sir."
Emma dropped her head and closed her eyes, awaiting his command. However attractive, she learned fast that Liam also had a quick temper. Liam walked over, towering over her petite frame. He could sense her nervousness, and it thrilled him. The luster in her eyes was one of fascination despite her trembling hands.
"Emma?"
She flinched when he brushed her chin, lifting her eyes to his gaze.
"How are you so beautiful first thing in the morning?"
The compliment caused her to fold her jittery hands into her arms and shrug.
"I'm not."
"Don't lie to me. How did you sleep?"
Emma backed up, overwhelmed with sexual tension. "Good, I didn't mean to distract you from work. I apologize."
Emma rushed away, but he caught her arm, swinging her into his arms. He slid the soft hairs up on her head and petted her crown. His smile and gentle touches were enough to thaw a big part of her hesitancy.
Liam licked his lips. He eyed her pretty face and leaned forward, brushing his lips against her pouty brims.
"You're the hottest distraction I've had in years," Liam chuckled against her lips.
Blushing, Emma couldn't help but smile and brush her lips against his. It was a tender kiss that Emma felt inclined to fall into, and then his tongue swirls grew detailed. She stumbled off balance when he smashed her pajama-covered ass, pushing her closer into his raunchy embrace. Like a lost sheep, Emma fell gracefully into her Shepard, slipping her hands up to hold his bearded cheeks. She hummed around his lips and let herself sink deeper into his kiss.
Liam paused to bite her bottom lip.
Emma pulled back, glaring at him before remembering he could do anything to her. He was the reason she had a roof over her head. Emma swiped her lip to ensure she wasn't bleeding. Sucking cock came naturally to the newbie, but painful pleasure or pleasure was a tougher pill to swallow.
"You didn't like that?" Liam noted with a chuckle.
"It's fine. I'm sorry."
"No. I'm sorry."
Emma's eyes drifted up, and she gave a small smile. Apologies hit hard for her. She seldom heard those words as a child, and hearing her abuser feel sympathy warmed her.
"It's okay, um, I'm looking forward to our trip."
"Yeah, it's a shame it can't just be us. You know, if you ever wanted to do anything fun or go on an adventure. I wouldn't hesitate to take you anywhere."
"Well, I...." Emma tried to control her nerves, but they limited her words, and she could only smile and nod.
Liam noted her timidness and loved the red pop on her cheeks. He smoothed her hair and admired the light innocence in her eyes.
"Go take a shower and get ready for the day. I'm looking forward to it as well."
Emma nodded and continued her stride toward her room, glancing back at him affectionately.
In the shower, her imagination ran wild with what may happen today. Her friend, Amelia, was very conservative, and her new situation wasn't. Emma could never explain to her friend that not only was she living with a man, but she was putting his pecker into her mouth. She hated keeping secrets, but the thought of being exposed as a sinner scared her.
Quickly drying off, Emma searched her closet for a lovely modest fit, choosing a loose long tan skirt and a pink cardigan over a white tank top.
Liam was at the doorway. He adjusted his erection as he watched Emma hum and iron her clothes. Dressed in only a pair of white cotton panties, Emma held his sexual attention.
"Knock, Knock," Liam announced his presence, but his voice still caused her to flinch.
She held her hands up to her bare chest but dropped them quickly, knowing it was a bad idea. Her round tits were Liam's favored asset. They hung lower than most, but her full chest was an outstanding feature, including her taut, tanned nipples. They were hard as hell, induced by Liam's presence in her room.
Her eyes went to his cock, busting against his athletic shorts, and her mouth watered. The addiction to his seed was obstructing her sanctified life.
"Why are you so afraid of me, sweet girl?" Liam asked, "It's been weeks. You should be used to me by now."
"Sorry, I..."
"No need to apologize. I hate that it's gotten that way, and I want you to feel safe."
"Um, yeah."
Emma turned back to her ironing, hoping the subject would drop.
He felt remorse for what he had done to her yesterday. The reason was Liam was drunk off both booze and power. Dave had bragged about how much power he had over his sub-wife, and he felt the need to show the power he was hiding in his apartment.
"I've been trying to reach a proper way of handling you. I forget so often how fresh you are and...."
Liam paused, unsure how to say the words without sounding insecure.
He knew how hard it would be to train a beautiful saint like Emma. At times the feat was fun and fresh, and at other times his madness and racing heart couldn't wait to destroy her sweet innocence. It's often the problem with those we desire the most and feel we don't deserve them. But he knew better than to push her away.
"I'll try to be more understanding of your needs and privacy. I didn't mean to barge in. The door was unlocked."
Despite his mistakes, he craved her compliance and felt Emma was the one. His chest pounded, awaiting her concerns.
Turning to face him, Emma giggled away her anxiety, "It's fine, seriously, Sir. It's a Me thing. It's a thing my friends always say I scare easily. I hate scary movies."
Liam chuckled, "I am a sadist. Stop
giving me punishment ideas."
"Oh goodness, I would be so afraid. I think I will be good from now on."
Emma shivered as her nipples grew harder, "Ugh, Monsters and ghosts."
"My mom is the same way. No wonder my mom likes you so much."
"I love the First Lady. Your mother is," Emma shook her head and smiled, "She's my inspiration."
Liam swallowed the lump in his throat and tried to smile, "She is an exceptional woman. You seem to appreciate her a lot."
"Oh yes, sir. She's been helping me this week with finding a new job. She knows this hiring daycare and got me an interview this week."
Emma smiled at her fortunate blessing, "Hopefully, the Lord will see fit that I get a call back next week."
"More money."
"Yes, my first salary job. But it is not only the money. It's such a wonderful opportunity to work with children."
Liam smiled, "You must be the sweetest person I have ever met."
"Hmm, I think your mother has me beat, sir." Emma chuckled.
"Do you plan to move out?"
Emma paused and stopped breathing as she shook her head, "I wasn't planning on it, sir. I just, um."
"It's okay. Have you told my mother how rough I've been with you?"
"Oh, n... hmm," Emma chuckled when she was about to say NO and subconsciously break a rule.
"Is this a trick? If you make me watch scary movies, can it be in the daytime, and can you watch it with me?" Emma explained with a smile, hoping her punishment would never come in that form.
"You are absolutely adorable," Liam smiled, feeling a slight tightness in his chest, "I don't care for cruel punishments unless it's the sexual variety, as you've come to know."
Emma stayed quiet and roamed the iron over the corner pocket of the tan skirt. She turned to Liam as he placed his hand on her shoulder. Looking up at his lips, Emma felt weak.
"Have I been too hard on you?"
"It's a trick." Emma chuckled, "you want me to say it? I told to I am going to be a good girl-"
"No. God, no, I...." Liam laughed loudly, "Let's make an exception to the rule. You can say no. Just don't say no to me."
"I'm not saying it," Emma chuckled.
Liam kissed her cheek, and Emma couldn't stop her giant smile.
"I hope I haven't hurt you. I enjoy you staying here. Last night...." Liam shook his head, brushing his hairy chin against her neck, and Emma giggled with the tickles.
"I loved you in my bed. You're so soft and warm to be so small."
"Thank you, sir, and you haven't hurt me. I like staying here, and I love to cuddle. I just didn't think you would be interested."
"If it means touching your body, never doubt my interests. I enjoy everything we do." He lapped his tongue across her ear, "Do you like what I do to your body?"
Although she remained quiet, Liam had no doubts. He could smell the desire radiating from her mouth. But he knew that heavy tensions filled her shoulders.
"Does my body feel good to you?" Liam asked, wrapping his arms around her waist.
Feeling uncomfortable, Emma shrugged, unable to admit it. Liam had pushed all of her sexual buttons, but those emotions, however charming, came with guilt.
Liam felt sorry for her inability to get over her puritanical ways and chuckled at her, holding out a small butterfly sex toy in front of her.
He leaned closer to her face and smiled, "I want you to wear this today."
Emma looked puzzled by the device. It looked like a plaything, and she had no idea where to position it, let alone wear it. Liam's eyes widened, a smirk forming on his lips as he playfully swayed her back and forth.
