Emma Unleashed (Emma Lead)

Emma was sprawled out over my bed, staring up at the ceiling with a satisfied grin on her face. I didn’t know what to expect, but I understood that the game was still on. Neither one of us had ended it, and I was determined to explore this to the end. Emma had been accommodating to my needs and this was my chance to give back.

Besides, it’s not like I wasn’t enjoying this either.

I didn’t step inside, taking a moment to get my head on straight. I understood Emma’s role in this; the unsatisfied girlfriend who sought another man to take care of her needs. So focused on imagining what the two were doing in here, I didn’t consider the role I was going to play. After all, this was a game. What was the fun if I only played myself? I tried to think of what she would enjoy and found it fairly easily. I think it would fit the theme she had been building nicely.

Time to give it a shot.

The moment to collect myself did nothing to quell the excitement running through me as I stepped into the room.

Emma shifted on the bed as I stood at the door. Lying on her side, her smile fell away. “Oh. You.” Sighing, she swung her legs off the bed and stood. Ignoring me completely, she began gathering her clothes from the floor. I waited for her to say something to keep things going. That didn’t happen though as I watched her shapely ass as she bent over to pull her panties up.

Wait. Was she seriously going to get dressed?

Her gaze caught me as she was putting her bra into place. “What?” she asked.

I almost asked what she was doing, but caught myself. Right. My role.

“U-um.” Her eyebrow rose as she faced me. Fists planted on her hips, she waited for me to continue. “W-what about…”

Man, this was freaking hard. How the hell did she do this so naturally?

Confusion gave way to realization. “Oh. Oh. You want to have sex too, don’t you?” I nodded, trying to channel a sheepish and insecure boy as I avoided her gaze. No idea if I pulled it off or not. “Why the hell would I do that?”

I didn’t have to fake the surprise. She seemed dead serious, arms crossed as she looked at me with contempt. “Y-you’re my girlfriend.” God, that sounded lame. I guess it worked considering I was trying to channel my old self.

“And? I just finished having some amazing sex. Why the hell would I ruin that by having sex with you?”

I **** myself to stand up straighter. “I can do that too.”

She snorted. “You can’t be serious.”

“I can. I’ll prove it to you,” I said as I tried to project false confidence. It was getting a bit easier to respond in how I saw my role in this. Emma didn’t answer right away, glaring at me. I pushed. “I can do just as good a job as he can. No. I can do better.”

She giggled. It wasn’t in a happy or amused way, but one dripping with venom. “Oh, this I have to see.” Taking her bra, she let it fall to the floor beside her. My eyes lingered on her chest for a moment.

Dammit, Isaac. Focus!

There was a cruel smile as she approached. “I’ll make you a deal,” she said softly. Short as she was, her presence was overwhelming as she stood before me. Her voice was low, eyes never leaving mine. “You meet my expectations, I’ll let you be my one and only.” Her smile widened. “Fail, and I’m free to fuck as many men as I want, when I want.”

“So you want to break up with me,” I said, looking dejected.

“Oh no. Never that,” she said with a gentle caress of my face. Her sweetness seemed genuine. “I love your wallet far too much to do something like that.” Oof. I felt that one, and I think it showed in my face because Emma jumped on it. I had given her complete freedom and she was taking advantage to let herself run wild. “Oh my. Did you think I was dating you for… you?” She laughed. “And here I thought you were smart.”

“I love you,” not knowing what else to say. I was a bit out of my depth, but Emma seemed to have enough to work with.

“I know you do,” she said as she continued to caress my face. “Which is why you are going to let me fuck all those hot guys. You don’t want me to be unhappy, do you?” I shook my head. “No. Of course you don’t.” Hand falling away, her condescending smile was back. “So, Isaac. Still have confidence you can please me better than other guys?”

“I know I can.”

Standing on her toes, she whispered in my ear. “Prove it.” Turning, her hips swayed as she went back to my bed. “Hurry up then. Let’s get this over with.”

If Emma’s threat to never have sex with me got me dressed in record time, today I set the record undressing. Judging by how this had been going so far, Emma wasn’t going to pull any punches. I didn’t fear whatever she had prepared for me, feeling safe within the confines of our game. We were playing our roles as NPCs, creating a living story as we went. I was playing the role of the wimpy boyfriend by my own choosing and I wanted to see how things played out. I reminded myself of that over and over as I undressed. Whatever she said to me, that was to alter-ego Isaac.

My racing heart betrayed the excitement. Not necessarily of what she was going to do to me, but because I was finally going to see what Emma was capable of. Maybe not all the way, but certainly more than what I’d seen before.

“Lay down,” she ordered as I moved up beside her. She didn’t so much as look my way, too busy with the condom to care. I didn’t move, standing next to her. She sighed and looked at me. “What now?”

“Can we kiss?”

“I want to fuck, not make out. Get on the bed or the deal is off.” I quickly hopped onto the bed, excitement rushing through me. There was no need for her to get me ready. I’d been rock hard since I first heard her moans.

Straddling me, she had a bored look as she rolled the condom into place. Once that was in place, she looked at me. “Remember the deal.”

“I remember.”

“Last chance to back out,” she said with a smile.

“I don’t need to. I’ll prove I’m all you need.”

She rolled her eyes as she got herself in position. Guiding me in, she lowered herself onto me. Her expression was bored. With everything until now, I’d almost forgotten she’d been with Mike only moments ago. As soon as that thought floated up in my mind, I quickly quashed it. Thinking about that right now was going to make this a short experience. While that might have worked in the context of the game we were playing, I wanted to give Emma a chance to spread her wings.

“Struggling already, Isaac?” she said with an amused smile. It was one of those, ‘laughing at you, not with you’ sort of things. “I know I wanted this to be quick, but really?”

“I’m fine,” I grunted. She rocked forward, sending a jolt of pleasure through me.

“You sure? Not looking all that composed.”

My hands found her hips as I gave her a determined look. “I said I’m fine.”

She shrugged, uncaring. “If you say so.”

Emma then proceeded to immediately lift herself off me. Did a damn good job looking surprised too, mouth slightly open.

“Oh, right. Can’t go up that far with you, can I? My bad,” she said as she got me back inside her. I understood what she did there. It was a subtle probe to get a read on my feelings and warn me what was coming. I could always say Red to end it if I felt uncomfortable, but that wasn’t what she was aiming for. She wanted to know if I was going to say Yellow, letting her know not to go near it. Today? I was too damn excited to care. She was making her intentions clear that she wasn’t planning on holding back and I found I didn’t want her to. Even if it hurt, I was going to let Emma run free.

Give me your best shot, girl.

I grunted as she wasted no time getting into it. She rocked herself forward and back as she rode me and I swore she tightened up whenever she lifted herself. At this pace, I wasn’t going to last long; not with all the stimulation I’d got before now. Worse was that she knew it. That smirk on her face was unmistakable.

“You like it, Isaac?” I groaned, my hands trying to slow her down. She wasn’t having any of that. “Enjoying my nice, wet pussy?”

“Emma,” I gasped, grinding my teeth in an effort to hold on a little longer. She gave me no mercy, picking up the pace.

“You do know I’m not wet because of you, right? The guy before you did the hard work. God, that was some amazing sex. I never had to worry about him falling out.”

Shit. Shit, shit, shit.

She had me right on the edge. I struggled, screwing my eyes closed. But I couldn’t escape her voice and she knew that.

“Cum, Isaac. Cum right now so I can go back to enjoying a real fuck.”

I hated that I had zero chance. It was all too much. Listening to her with Mike, the way she was enjoying this dynamic we had going on, the fact that my beautiful Emma was riding me…

I wished I lasted longer. As great as the orgasm was, I felt like shit after. I let her down. This was supposed to be her moment to run wild and I’d failed her by lasting a few measly minutes.

She huffed. “Typical,” she said, voice cold as she got off me. I remained on the bed, eyes closed as my arm rested over my eyes. Fuck. I wanted this to go better. If only—

My arm slid off my face as I looked at the ceiling. Wait. She never said Red. Looking at her, she was once more getting dressed.

This wasn’t over.

“Please,” I croaked. She froze, panties only halfway up her legs. “Another chance.” The emotion in my voice wasn’t completely faked. It certainly sold the desperation. “Give me another chance.”

“Why?”

“I can be better. I know I can.” She didn’t move. Didn’t even look over. “Please.”

She let out a long sigh, allowing her panties to fall to the floor once more. “I know I’m going to regret this…” Moving over to my desk, she took another condom from the box and walked over. The wrapper landed on my chest. Going over to her jeans, she got the phone from her pocket and sat on the edge of my bed. Her body language radiated hostility as she scrolled on her phone. I stared at her, not sure what to do. Our eyes met and annoyance flashed over her face. “What?”

“Um…”

“No. I’m not helping you get hard again. Be thankful I’m even giving you a second chance considering that pathetic showing the first time around.” Her attention was back on her phone. “I’m too nice,” I heard her mutter.

My eyes ran over Emma’s naked body. She was radiating and uncaring boredom as her attention never left her phone. It made it all the more awkward for me. After getting rid of the first condom and cleaning up a bit, I desperately worked to coax myself back to life. Emma’s devotion to the role was impressive. Not once did she check to see what I was up to. In a way, this had a sexiness of its own. Her cold and uncaring attitude dug at something in me. It made me feel desperation. I wanted to please her; wanted my alter-Isaac to succeed in impressing her and I was going to do all I could to make that happen.

“I’m ready,” I said as I finished getting the condom back on.

“Finally,” she muttered as she glanced over at me. Her eyes gave my erection a dismissive glance as she stood and put her phone on my desk. I started to get off the bed and she snapped at me. “No, no. You stay right there. I’m in control of this, not you.”

I quickly returned to my position and waited for her to straddle me again. “Try not to embarrass yourself this time.”

We were right back to where we left off, but now I wasn’t in danger of popping off at the slightest touch—at least not at the moment.

“Why are you looking cocky? Because you can last longer than a minute this time? The guy before you didn’t need a second round to please me.” That cruel smile was back. “No, he lasted longer than I did.”

She pressed her hands on my chest, leaning forward as she continued her steady pace. The pressure of her presence weighed down on me as I was **** to look up at her. Emma was being abundantly clear with her body language who was in charge here, and it wasn’t me. Not in the slightest.

“Not only did he get me to cum in one go, he kept going, Isaac. Not like you. Five-minute guarantee my ass.” Her hands ran along my chest as her eyes focused on them. “All you do is shove it in and keep going until you get off. Yet you look at me like I’m the bad one for finding someone who can actually take care of my needs?” Her eyes met mine as her voice lowered. “I want a man who can please me, Isaac. A man with a cock that fills me up. That hits me in places you never can.” A sadistic smile touched her lips. “Another part of you that can’t even hit five.”

My teeth ground together, but I never looked away and she never stopped. “I want a man who makes me moan. To feel so good I can’t contain it inside me. Can you give me that?”

“I can,” I grunted.

“Have you?” Her pace had slowed considerably as she lorded herself over me. “Answer me, Isaac. Have you ever made me moan like what you heard earlier?”

“N-No.”

“Yet you say you can. I want a man of action, Isaac. Don’t tell me you can. Show me. If you really believe you can be superior to my other men, prove it.”

Growling in anger, I wrestled her to the bed. She wanted me to prove it? Fuck. She asked for it.

With her on the bed and me in control, I lost it. I gave her everything I had—more than I thought I had. There was a touch of anger to my thrusts, my fingers digging into her hips as I pulled her against me. Sweat ran from my forehead as I gasped for air. Exhaustion started to claw at me, but I refused to give up. The longer I fucked her, the more frustrated I got. The desire to make her moan consumed me, driving me to dig deep. I put everything, everything into it.

Silence.

Complete silence.

No matter what I did, how I touched her, how I begged, Emma merely took it. It wasn’t like when we made love. In this, her face was stone and her eyes bored. It was like she felt nothing, counting the minutes until it was over.

I came alone, gasping for air as I all but collapsed atop her. I’d run myself ragged, emotionally and physically trying to please her. To get something out of her.

Tears burned my eyes as I gasped for air.

“Fuck,” I growled, anger at her. Anger at me. Pain rippled through me in a way physical pain never could.

But Emma wasn’t quite done with me. Not yet.

Her voice was a whisper I could barely make out over my loud gasps of air.

“Don’t worry, Isaac.” I felt her fingers run over the skin of my back as I lay atop her. There was a cruel edge to her voice. “Even though I’ll be off playing with other men, I won’t leave you… So long as that wallet of yours stays full…”

“Emma—”

“Red.”

I blinked. What—?

Oh. Right.

The game.

It was over.

“Isaac?” Her voice had changed. The tormenting edge was gone, replaced by warmth and concern. When I didn’t answer, she said my name again, the worry and anxiety growing.

“I-I’m fine,” I said with a deep breath, quickly wiping my eyes.

“Look at me.” I bought myself time by breathing a few more times, rapidly blinking away the burning tears. When I finally did, my Emma was back. Her hands found my cheeks as she stared at me. The blues of her eyes had a calming effect as we silently stared at one another. “I love you.”

I nodded, blinking. Pesky dust. It was bothering my eyes.

“Isaac. I love you.”

I nodded.

“I love you.”

Closing my eyes, I took one last deep breath and released it slowly. Once that was done, I opened them again.

“I love you too.”

She **** my head down to her chest. As I enjoyed the soft embrace of her boobs, her fingers lightly scratched at my head. She knew how to soothe me.

Calmed down, I looked up to find her gaze waiting for me. “You okay?”

I smiled. “Yeah. That was intense.”

Her face reddened. “I went too far.”

“Nah. It hurt, but you were sexy as hell.”

The blush deepened. “Y-yeah?”

I nodded. “I enjoyed it. To be honest, I’m not sure I can handle it on a regular basis, but… I can take it.”

Leaning forward, I kissed her and felt all my worries melt away.