This is a follow-up to "The Window" requested by multiple anonymous comments for possibly a series. I also wish to thank the anonymous person who sent the detailed email regarding my story Thunderstruck with the breakdown by paragraph including style and punctuation suggestions. You should consider editing, because that was amazing. I am so grateful to Frenchpassion66 for your time editing this story. I also want to thank DomLion who read an early version of this story and for your suggestions. Most important is to thank the readers who have posted comments and voted. I love that people have offered criticism, yet it has been constructive and kind. Your comments have helped boost my confidence and encouraged me to write. It's hard to express the depth of my gratitude for your warm reception on Literotica so I simply thank you all and hope I did the follow-up story justice. If you enjoy it, please take just a second to write a comment, vote or send a private e-mail. I really appreciate your feedback.
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Emma had tied a yellow ribbon to the windowsill to assure Luke she wanted him to return, but now she wasn't certain if that had been a mistake. He had the look of a predator staring down his prey but she had loved the way he had taken her body. She'd fantasized about that very scenario so many times and when it happened it was beyond her wildest fantasies. The fact that she had zero control over what was being done to her had allowed her to feel no guilt and without it, her body was freed. She let the sensations take her exactly where she wanted to go.
Emma had always had an insanely high sexual drive and she got herself off in new and unique ways at least once every night. She hadn't known that Luke had been watching her. He had though, until the night, weeks ago, when he'd been driven beyond his limit. He had convinced himself that he was there to help Emma and show her what it would be like to have a man, not toys, get her off. He was certain she knew he was there, and not only did she want him, but she needed him to take her, by force if necessary. She would be grateful for his "help." in the end. The strangest thing was, she had seemed to enjoy herself that night while he had felt ashamed of what he'd done. He was sickened with the thought he may have hurt her and he left, not returning until tonight when he finally returned plagued by the comments she had made though at the time he'd been too overwhelmed to really listen to her and he wasn't even certain he'd heard her correctly.
Emma was slightly embarrassed by the fact that Luke was all she'd thought of since that night. She'd craved the way he had taken her and she thought she wanted him to do it again. Now, she wondered, staring into his dangerously handsome face and those keen eyes, what in the hell had she been thinking?
They were both frozen for what seemed like an eternity as they looked at each other. Emma's chest rose and fell hard and fast. The pounding of blood was so loud she could hear it thundering in her ears. Then came the adrenaline rush of the fight or flight response and Emma bolted toward the hallway door. Unfortunately, she always pushed it shut at night and they both reached the door mere seconds apart. Emma frantically pulled it open the moment Luke's weight hit it, slamming it shut. He hefted her by her waist, swinging her up and away from the door with alacrity. Emma wildly twisted from the huge arms circling her kicking her feet, flailing, arching, and battling him like the scrapper she was but Luke easily manhandled her small figure. He carried her toward her mirror thinking how she would love it when he made her watch him take her in it. It was usual for her to act out her sexual fantasies in front of that mirror, after all, that's how he'd come to adore her in the first place. She'd danced across her room naked and then got herself off in front of that mirror. He had come to watch her each night for nearly a year before he'd finally believed he needed to show her she didn't need to be all alone. She didn't need to do that herself. He was more than willing to do it for her.
Luke lowered his face into her hair inhaling the delicious scent of jasmine and lavender wafting up from Emma's tresses. Her wriggling body was plastered against his rugged, muscular chest. He quickly captured her arms, clamping them in vice-like grips. He pulled them above her as she tugged desperately trying to break loose. He clamped her wrists easily using only his left hand and still, she couldn't budge her arms from his firm clasp. Emma's hair tumbled down her shoulders in curly waves, tickling his face and chest. He loved the erotic sensation of her squirming against him as he sucked the skin of her neck into his mouth kissing and marking her neck while he sucked her silky flesh in his mouth. He wanted the world to know this beauty was his.
The fingers of his right hand roamed over her nightshirt and panties and she kicked and flailed against him getting nowhere. He wrapped his muscular arms around Emma's lithe form, pulling her against his chest, picking her up once again. In just a few seconds he'd stripped off her t-shirt and slid her panties over her sweet round bottom and let them fall to the floor. His blood flowed south hardening him when her soft, completely naked skin pressed against his tumescent arousal.
Emma's soft curved bottom fit perfectly against his thighs where his rigid cock jutted against her prominent buttocks. Her warm derriere jiggled making his cock engorge, throbbing as it rubbed her backside sensually driving him on. She stiffened and arched away feeling the thick hardness against her posterior. He masterfully hoisted Emma with his right arm under her thigh holding her against his stomach catching her swinging legs. He had to prevent an unfortunate kick while he strutted forward with her to set her down before her mirror.
He loved the way her round tush fidgeted against the highly toned muscles of his abdomen. Her struggling only stimulated his anticipation of what he would do to her as she strained against him. He remembered vividly how wet she got fighting him last time and he couldn't wait to see how losing control to him was affecting his Emma now. Luke cinched a silk scarf around Emma's wrists then dropped her secured arms in front of her. He lowered her feet to the floor before her mirror standing behind her kicking her feet wide apart so she'd lose her balance if she struggled. He smirked at the predicament he placed her in and knowing he'd enjoy ravishing her. He monitored her expressions in the mirror. His hand cupped her swaying breasts to play with the sensitive nipples he loved arousing so much.
He fondled her quivering abdomen relishing the flush of her skin and the way her chest rose and fell because of her rapid breathing. He loved the apprehension obvious in her expressive face. Emma was shivering from head to toe while Luke's fingers explored every nuance of her prominent pink nipples so perfectly proportioned and pointing up. When he rubbed softly over the tips of those sweet nipples Emma nearly toppled over trying to wiggle away from the exquisite erotic tingling sensations shooting from her nipples to her fingers and toes, causing a breathless moan to escape from her lips. She was helpless to stop his greedy fingers hungrily exploring her. Luke was certain Emma desired the way he was forcing her to play as much, if not more than he did. He toyed with her slowly lowering his fingers toward her sex watching her every reaction in the mirror as he crept closer to her heated loins. He swirled his hand lazily over the nub of her sex and smiled after hearing her gasp in ecstasy; watching her shifting beneath his gifted fingers in her mirror.
