Emma Interlude: My Treat

"Why are you smiling?" Isaac asked, pulling off his socks and laying back on the bed, completely naked.

I pouted to replace the grin I was wearing. He knew I had something special planned, but he didn't know what. At least, I think I had managed to hide it well enough, until now. "Can't I smile when I'm about to blow my boyfriend's tiny little mind?"

He narrowed his eyes. "That wasn't a smile for being about to fuck, that one was evil. What are you up to?"

I grinned and kissed him, and he slowly melted back into the mattress. "Green," I whispered.

His eyes lit up at that word, and I could see the cogs turning. I brushed my hand over his rock-hard erection, and thumbing the tip, I kissed him again. "I mean it, Isaac. If you want to stop, tell me."

He nodded, excitement written all over his face.

Reaching over the bed and into my bag, I pulled out two pairs of handcuffs. Apprehension replaced his excitement as I took his wrist and cuffed him to the bedpost with a click. "This is ... new," he said as I did the same to his other wrist.

"What's the matter, baby?" I teased. "I want your grabby hands out of action for this."

He shut up at that, watching eagerly as I stripped down to my underwear. I bit my lip, tantalizing him as I slowly revealed my tits, and I grinned as he squirmed. Then, in only my panties, I crawled onto the bed and kissed him again, before slowly kissing down his stomach. He sighed softly.

Reaching his crotch, I circled a fingertip around his head. His eyes were begging for me to go further, but his mouth stayed closed. Good. He knew how this worked.

I leaned in, teasing him with my breath, and his cock twitched. I grinned. "Mm, someone's **** for attention. Do you want my slutty little mouth around your cock, baby?"

Tongue-tied and unable to look away, he just nodded. I giggled and, without breaking eye contact, licked up the underside of his cock before enveloping his head with my lips. The taste of sweat, musk, and a hint of precum filled my mouth as I bobbed on him slowly.

He groaned, but still didn't look away. "Fuck, Emma ..."

I moaned around his cock. Fuck, he pulled the cutest faces when I used my mouth.

Popping him out, I smiled. "All warmed up, baby?"

He shrugged. "I could go for more blowjob."

I was already crawling up his body and sliding my panties down my legs. "Well too bad. I want some good, hard sex."

He groaned as I slid down onto him. I had to suppress my own moan as I rocked on him gently. Staring down at him, neither of us said a word as we gazed into each other's eyes. Then I looked away and leaned backwards. I started to up the pace, and I was rewarded with Isaac's soft groans and grunts, but I stayed silent, looking anywhere but at him and trying to keep my poker face. It was hard given how much the anticipation was driving me crazy, but I managed it.

"Emma," Isaac said breathlessly. "Are you okay?"

Mission accomplished. I snapped my eyes back to him and slowed my pace. "Hm? Yeah, I'm fine. I'm just not really feeling it."

"You don't think I look sexy tied up?" he smirked. He had come back from the edge now, not straining for release.

"No, it's not that, it's --" I trailed off as the door to the bedroom suddenly opened. "Holy shit," I gasped, jumping off Isaac and covering myself up. Isaac squirmed, unable to cover himself up at all. His erection looked almost comical.

Especially compared to Mike's.

"Holy shit," I gasped again, injecting a little more awe into my voice as I gazed at Mike's cock.

Mike held it together well. He crossed his arms casually and assumed a nonchalant expression. Only the nervous darting of his eyes gave away that he was acting. "Sorry, I didn't realize."

Isaac opened his mouth to speak, but I got there first. "What the fuck, Mike?" I said.

"Don't mind me, I'll just watch."

I glanced at Isaac, who was looking completely dumbstruck at Mike. Turning his face to me, I gave him a questioning look. "It's okay if Mike watches, right? After all, you've watched him a lot."

Isaac floundered for words. I waited, savoring every pang of insecurity and confusion that flashed across his face. Then he gulped. "I guess so."

Correct answer. I smiled and kissed him quickly. "Okay. Where were we?" I asked as I climbed back on top of him. His erection had waned a bit at the interruption, so I stroked him back to full mast before sliding him back inside.

Even as I sank onto him, though, I deliberately glanced over at Mike, who had taken a seat in Isaac's chair. Isaac followed my gaze, then quickly looked away. "Emma ..." he groaned as I put my hand on his chest to steady myself. I looked back down at him. There was a desperation in his eyes, a pleading look that told me he knew deep down where this was going. The devil inside me smiled with pleasure.

I kept glancing over at Mike as I rode him, and the dread on Isaac's face built and built even as I brought him closer to the edge. I **** myself not to react despite the pleasure coursing through my body. All I wanted to do was moan his name, but the slightest crack would end the game.

Mike grunted, and I looked over to see him slowly stroking himself. I made a show of slowing down and matching his pace, my eyes glued to his cock.

"Emma ..." Isaac whispered. His face was red, and sweat poured down his forehead. He wasn't quite on the edge, but he was close.

I bit my lip and stopped. "Isaac ... I'm sorry." He tried to buck his hips, his face a mask of agony, but I put a hand on his chest and climbed off him. "I'm so sorry."

I knew the look on his face would stay in my darkest dreams for a long time to come.

Flicking my hair out of my face, I crossed the room to stand in front of Mike. He looked up, still slowly jerking himself off, and leered at me. He was getting a lot better at playing the jock.

I feigned nervousness. "Um, hey Mike. I was ... I ..."

Without a word, Mike stood up and loomed over me. I gulped nervously and sank to my knees. Eye-level with his cock, I glanced back at Isaac, who was mutely watching, a mixture of pain and something else on his face. I really hoped I knew what that something else was.

Looking away, I turned back to the cock in front of me and licked my lips. "Can I ... ?"

Mike chuckled. "If you want to."

Acting hesitant, I leaned forwards and kissed the tip. Then, looking up at him, I opened my lips and let myself slide forwards. Mike groaned, his cocky act dropping for a moment, and I felt his hands twist into my hair. I worked him with my tongue, relishing the little twitches as I popped him out and kissed along his length. "Fuck ... This is ... Such a nice ... Cock," I said between kisses.

"Fuck, Emma," Mike grunted.

"Emma ..." Isaac's voice was barely a whisper. I looked over at him, rubbing Mike's saliva-covered cock against my cheek. The sheer hurt on his face made me wince. I hated that I was capable of hurting him like this, but what I hated even more was how I was so fucking wet.

"I'm so sorry, baby. I love you so much, but I ... I need this." I put on my sweetest, most innocent expression and pleaded with him. "You understand, don't you?"

Before he could reply, I turned back to Mike's cock and took it all into my mouth until the head was nestled down my throat. Behind me, Isaac couldn't manage anything more than a strangled whimper. But he didn't say the word. I had to trust that if it got too much, he would tell me to stop, but until then, I was going to push.

I gagged. "Fuck, it's so good," I coughed. "Please, Mike, I need you to fuck me. Please."

I stood up and looked at him. His gaze flicked behind me, to Isaac, and concern simmered under the surface. Then he looked back at me and smiled his best, cocky smile. "Whatever you want, slut."

"Thank you," I said breathlessly. "Thank you so much."

I moved Isaac's chair and climbed onto it so that I was kneeling, looking over the back of it right at the bed. Isaac was staring at me, his cock harder than ever, and the devil inside me howled with glee at the hurt in his eyes.

The only sound in the room was the rustle of the condom wrapper. Then, Mike's hands grabbed my hips and pulled me backwards a little, and I felt him lining himself up.

"I'm so sorry, baby. I'm so s-sorryyyyah!" I groaned as he entered me. Mike's cock was familiar by now, but this was on a whole other level. I didn't have to fake it at all. Isaac's hurt, pleading eyes on me were all I needed. "Oh fuck, that's so good!"

He was bottomed out inside me now. Even through the condom, I could feel his cock twitch to his heartbeat. I clenched my walls around him, and his fingertips dug into my hips. Breaking eye contact with Isaac for the briefest of moments, I looked over my shoulder. "Please fuck me," I begged.

Mike waited until my eyes were back on Isaac before thrusting. I moaned and my eyelids fluttered as pleasure raced through me. His cock started to spear me over and over again, and within minutes I was gasping and coated in sweat as his balls swung against me and my ass rippled from his thrusts.

The whole time, Isaac's eyes were locked on mine, and mine on his.

"Oh fuck, that's so fucking good!" I cried. "Oh my God, I'm so sorry baby, but I'm a slut, I've always been a slut! It just feels. So. Fucking. Good!"

I was close, pushing my hips backwards to meet Mike's hard thrusts. He picked up on it, and his sweaty hands slid up my body to my tits, where he started grasping and kneading. I bit my lip to stifle my cries, but then he was pinching my nipples, and I let loose a broken, incoherent cry as my orgasm hit me like a barrel of bowling balls. Isaac watched wordlessly, his eyes glued to mine.

"Oh fuck, Emma," Mike grunted from the edge.

"Cum for me, Mike! Cum on my ass!" I moaned through the orgasmic haze.

I felt him pull out, and seconds later he groaned as thick ropes of cum began to splatter my ass. I shivered with pleasure. "Ooh, fuck yeah," I cooed. "That was amazing, Mike."

His hand took hold of my cheek and turned me to face him, and I kissed him desperately, moaning into his mouth. He reciprocated, and then suddenly pulled away. "See you tomorrow, slut."

I **** a blush to my cheeks and wiped my lips. "Mike ..."

He didn't even look back as he walked out of the room and shut the door. Well played, Mike.

Slowly, I turned back to Isaac. He was still gazing at me, unable to look away. Seeing my chance to really milk this, I mustered a sob. And then another.

Sliding off the chair, tears were running down my cheeks by the time I made it to the bed. "I'm so sorry, Isaac. I'm so sorry, I'll never do it again."

He looked at me for a long moment, and I thought I saw something click behind his eyes. "What about tomorrow?"

I shook my head, sobbing. "He said that, I didn't agree, I'll never agree. I'll never see him again, I swear, Isaac!" Trembling, I unlocked the handcuffs on his wrists, then hugged myself, not looking at him. "Please forgive me."

I waited for him to say something, or do something, but nothing came. Looking up at him, he was staring through me, with his eyebrows creased slightly in the cute way they did when he was thinking hard. I waited breathlessly. I had had my fun ... now it was Isaac's turn.