My Bedroom

A/N: There’s another choice at the end of this chapter for how you want the next chapter to go. The branch you pick won’t change the overall story, just the next chapter. They both involve Dark Emma, who gets a name in this chapter, but one of them is more intense than the other.

I had left and gone home shortly after Emma had dragged Mike into that bedroom.

I had been inside that bedroom earlier that evening. Emma had kissed me there. Our hands had explored each other as we talked about our future together. It was where I had finally accepted that I was ready to give myself to her. I could see the inside of that bedroom in my mind very well.

And in those images in my mind, I could also see something new, the sight of Mike and Emma, naked and together. It was pretty easy to interpose that image into my memory of the bedroom. I had watched the two of them together less than a week before. I felt the irony press itself inside of me. Emma and I had shared a rather intimate moment together in that room as I competed to make her mine and she shared her own secrets with me. But once I had lost, she used that very room to share her everything with Mike. He was naked with her, inside of her, pounding her until they both came in ecstasy.

And I was turned on imagining it.

How was that even possible?

Because you are deeply perverted.

Those had been Emma's words. Of course she was right. We both had our kinks, and they happened to align us pretty closely with each other. We had both been willing to give those dark secrets up so that we could be together, just the two of us.

And then I had lost. Now we were set to explore these shared fantasies as an integral part of our relationship.

When I got home, my parents were already in bed. I made my way downstairs and turned on Netflix to try to distract my mind from conjuring up images of Mike, pounding into the pussy of the girl I loved. It didn’t work.

Eventually I gave up and got ready for bed. I got naked and laid on the bed, my shaft standing up, rigid and throbbing, and I closed my eyes and stroked myself to the lurid thoughts that had been coursing through my head all evening.

And then there was a knock at the door.

Shit!

I grabbed my sheet and threw it over myself, using one hand to hold myself down so that the tent I was making in the sheet wouldn’t be obvious.

“Who is it?” I asked quietly.

The door opened and in stepped Emma.

“Hey,” she said to me. “You okay?”

She was dressed the same as she had been when she went into the room with Mike, but her makeup was smeared and her hair was disheveled. She had a big smile on her face, and her skin still looked just a little bit flushed. I understood, in that moment, the expression about a woman having a well-fucked look. That would be exactly how I would describe what she looked like.

When she walked into the room, I noticed the still open tube of KY sitting on the nightstand, and without thinking, I quickly reached out to grab it, closing the lid and sticking it under my pillow. Of course this action required the hand that had been holding the tent pole under my sheet down, so in doing that, the tent in my sheets was on full display once again.

She smiled at me conspiratorially when she saw it.

"Oh," she said, "you are okay, aren't you?"

I just shrugged.

"What were you thinking about while stroking yourself, Isaac?" She asked me, teasingly.

I mumbled something incoherently.

"Tell, me Isaac," she said, sternly enough to make sure I understood that it wasn't a rhetorical question.

"You ... and ... ummm ... Mike," I stammered.

"What about me and Mike?" She asked. The teasing sound in her voice had returned, but it was still clear she intended me to answer.

"About ... you know ... what you two were doing?"

"And what exactly did you think we were doing, Isaac?"

"Umm ... having ... having sex."

"Do better than that, Isaac," she chastised. "What was Mike doing to me?"

"Fucking you," I spit out quickly, just trying to get it out there.

"Mmmm," she hummed, "yes he was. Your best friend fucked me really good, Isaac. It was really quite amazing. And you want to know why?"

I nodded.

"It wasn't nearly so much about him," she explained, "although he has gotten quite good already. It was because I knew exactly what it was doing to you. I knew you would be in here, just like you are right now, imagining me getting railed by your friend and then jerking off to it. I can't tell you how hot that makes me, Isaac."

She reached over and pulled the sheet off me and then she pulled the chair over by the bed and sat down next to it.

"I was thinking on the ride over," she began.

If I hadn't been so distracted by the fact that Emma was sitting right next to me while I was naked on my bed, I would have noticed she referred to it as the 'ride' over. That implied that she was not alone, although I missed it at the time.

"I was thinking about that movie we just watched, Cruella," she continued. "I realized that I feel a lot like Emma Stone's character. She had one persona, Stella, that was nice and sweet and tried to behave like the woman that had raised her. But she also had an alter ego, which she named Cruella. Cruella was much more like her real mother than her adoptive mother. She wasn't necessarily criminal or terribly immoral in her behavior, but she was ... mischievous, at the very least. I feel an awful lot like her sometimes. You've seen a lot of that alter ego, Isaac. More so than probably any other person. You like my impishness. It's what drew you to me."

"Yes," I agreed. "You keep life very exciting."

"So I realized something. The name Ella is very, very close to Emma. It is also very close to Cruella. It has a certain appeal to me. I've decided that I am going to name this other persona of mine Ella, just as Stella named her alter ego in the movie. That way you can know what to call me when that side of me is active and in control. It will help us keep things straight. What do you think?"

"I like the idea," I concurred. "I'll admit to wanting something easier and less sinister sounding to call you than Dark Emma."

"Me, too," she agreed, "so it's settled."

She reached out her hand and began to lightly stroke my stomach, just inches above my fully exposed erection.

"Oh god," I moaned as both my belly and cock twitched spasmodically in pleasure.

"Would you like me to stay with you, Isaac?" She asked seductively while stroking my incredibly sensitive, bare skin.

"Oh god, yes," I groaned.

"I thought you might," she replied. "But first, I need you to answer me one question. Get it right, and I will stay with you for as long as you desire. Get it wrong, and you will be on your own. Are you ready for the question?"

"Yesss," I hissed, barely able to speak with what she was doing with her fingers just above my exposed pubic hair.

"Who is with you right now, Isaac? Is it Emma, or is it Ella? You have seen both sides of me. Look at me and tell me which one it is, and I will stay with you as long as you like."

I looked her in the eyes. I could see the intensity there. The smile on her face was one that I recognized easily. It was the smile of a predator that had just backed its prey into a corner and was preparing itself to pounce. This was a look that I saw on Emma's face many, many times in the early days of our relationship. It was an easy answer.

"Ella," I said quickly and definitively. "That's an easy one."

She smiled at me.

"I figured you would recognize me, Isaac. I offered to stay as long as you would like me to stay. I must warn you, Isaac. Ella is hungry tonight. This isn't going to be easy if you let me stay. There will be a reward in it for you, however."

"And what is that?" I asked.

"A chance to find out how much better it feels when it is someone else's hand stroking your cock." She replied.

A handjob from Emma!

Ok, a handjob from Ella, technically. Still. Based on how incredible it felt to just have her fingers on my abdomen, I suspected having her stroke my cock would be immeasurably better than doing it myself.

"But," she said, snapping me out of my imaginings of her hand around my cock, "if you agree to the handy-j, you'll have to let me stay at least until I make you cum."

That seemed too easy. Why wouldn't I want her to stay until she made me cum? I couldn't imagine that I would ever want her to stop and go away until she made me cum anyway. But, I knew Emma. Shit ... sorry ... Ella - this is going to take some getting used to. She was giving me warnings and offering me a whole new, unexpected, level of pleasure in exchange. I was pretty confident there would be a whole new level of wickedness she was going to subject me to.

I wasn't expecting my first foray into skydiving quite so fast. Was I really ready for it this soon?

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.

"Okay," I said.

Ella smiled at me. I could sense that the predator was in the very act of pouncing with that smile. She stood and undressed. She wasn't doing a striptease, or trying to make it sexy in any way. She just quickly and efficiently took off all her clothes, displaying that perfect naked body to me. Then she turned and headed to the door to my bedroom, cracking it open.

"You can come in now," she said through the door. It was at that moment that I realized why she had originally said 'on the ride over'. Someone else had driven. She brought Mike over to my place. She was going to fuck him in front of me again, right in my bedroom, with me naked in front of them. I groaned at the mere thought of that.

I watched as the door swung open and in stepped ...