Driver's Seat update (Patreon)

Emma lost herself in the frenzy of orgasm. She always thinking, calculating, observing, mindful of not just her thoughts, but others’. When she climaxed, she left all that behind, burrowing into her own sensation, pushing into the fullness of herself as a sexual being by her partner.

She only slowly came back, not to herself, but to the rest of the world. Leaving behind the self-indulgence of perfect completion to let the flawed world in, until she was once more totally aware of her surroundings. She’d been buried so deeply in the feeling that she’d lost track of the thick cock buried in her asshole. Now she realized the sensation was foreign to her, and turned to see Scott relaxing atop her steepled ass, his limp cock still lodged inside her anus.

He lay still, gasping for breath after the strenuous fuck he’d given her. Emma tightened her buttocks to bring him to life and Scott stirred. Carefully, he slid himself from her ass. As his softening prick retreated, Emma clenched her sphincter shut, making him pop out of her ass like a champagne cork.

Scott chuckled and pulled her clothes into as much modesty as she ever had. Emma was wearing an off-shoulder bodysuit and a pair of white stockings. Scott had merely had to pull the groin of the lingerie aside and the hem of it down under her breasts in order to enjoy her with his typical greedy relish. And now that he was done, he only had to make a few tugs and pulls and she was once more as respectable as ever.

Emma gave him a beatific smile. She enjoyed dressing the way she did—keeping Scott at a constant simmer of arousal for her—which frequently boiled over, resulting in quickies almost whenever they got a spare moment. Quickies which were invariably satisfying.

Yes, yes, she knew they were both somewhat disturbed—probably couldn’t even agree on which of them was more damaged, Emma with her stringent amorality or Scott with his shifting set of repressions—but Emma would take what they had, with its astonishingly good sexual chemistry, over whatever the hell Scott had had with Jean or the string of anonymous hook-ups she’d had before becoming Scott’s… before simply becoming Scott’s.

“You should’ve just ripped my clothes off,” she teased him. “You know I love finding new things to wear for you.”

“Would it really have made a difference?” Scott retorted. “How about we get some lunch? Even you have to have worked up an appetite after that.”

Emma smirked. So he thought she was thin. What a nice boyfriend. “Can’t. I have a session in five minutes.”

Scott’s lips quirked. “You’re seeing someone in five minutes and you did that with me?”

Emma’s eyes slanted downward. Scott’s cock still protruded from his fly, and even flaccid, he was quite a man. “You expect me to turn down that?”

Scott rearranged his clothes, shaking his head.

“It’ll be fine,” Emma assured him. “I’ll put in a new air freshener. I bought them in bulk once you added Wolverine to the line-up.”

A few minutes later, Scott was long gone and Rachel was rapping on the door.

“Emma? It’s me, Rachel.”

“Come in, darling.”

The door cracked open. “Are you doing anything?” Rachel asked hesitantly.

“Of course not, Rachel. I know how much you’ve been looking forward to our session together.”

Emma leaned forward in her chair. She had not changed out of her lingerie, but sitting behind her desk, it was impossible to see the red flush of her exposed buttocks where Scott had spanked her, his other hand jerking hard on her hair, his cock delving deep into her slit…

Emma bit her lip. What was it about the Summers family?

“Did you catch Celeste having some more inappropriate thoughts?”

“No,” Rachel said, letting herself in and closing the door quickly behind her. Now she was committed.

“So you’ve been all alone since our last session. No relief.”

No,” Rachel agreed unhappily. “I thought, maybe, if you weren’t doing anything…” she stammered awkwardly.

Emma’s face lit up with a smile. “Oh, Rachel, did you actually come here for me to dominate you again?”

Rachel’s expression curdled. “I didn’t say that!”

“Because I thought we were going to help you with your issues.”

“You’re the one who’s dressed like—”

“Besides, Scott already wore me out. You don’t want to eat his cum out of my body again, do you?” Emma’s smile widened. “Do you?”

“No. No!”

“At least this time he didn’t come in my ass. I’d worry if you made a habit of eating that.” Emma leaned back in her chair. “You seem troubled, Rachel. Let me put your mind at ease—I have no intention of sleeping with Celeste. I already have Scott to do my fucking for me, and if I do have to resort to fucking myself, I’m the one with the experience. I wouldn’t want a rank amateur like Celeste handling the proceedings.”

Now more confused than anything else, Rachel wandered up to Emma’s desk. “What… what are you talking about?”

Emma gestured to the chair she had set before her. “Sit. Please.”

Rachel dropped down into the chair.

“Thank you. I thought you might appreciate hearing that I don’t intend to let Celeste replace you, not in our relationship, at least.”

“What relationship?” Rachel demanded. “I just came here and you—“

“I thought it was something you might be sensitive about,” Emma explained. “Since I replaced your mother in Scott’s heart. And now Celeste is trying to replace you as his daughter. Or should that be his little girl?”

“That is not what this is about!” Rachel insisted.

“Isn’t it?” Emma pressed. “You came here for me to fuck you, isn’t that right, Rachel? You want to stay close to me because I’m with Scott and if mommy loves you, then daddy will love you too, right?”

Rachel bit her lip, staying silent, not sure herself what she wanted. She’d felt compelled to come see Emma, to allow Emma to dominate her some more, but was it just sex or was Emma right about Rachel’s ulterior motives?

“You don’t want Celeste to be daddy’s little girl, do you?” Emma purred, all mock sympathy.

“No,” Rachel agreed tersely.

“You want to be Scott’s little girl.”

Rachel threw her hands down. “I am his little girl! I am!”

Emma smirked. “But of course you are. Just like your mommy was his girly girl. But she isn’t anymore, is she? And now you’re repeating the same mistakes and just like Jean, you’re losing Scott. Losing him to a Frost.”

Rachel gritted her teeth. “You don’t want to lose him either.”

“Of course not. He’s a fantastic fuck. If you’d been running a little early, you could’ve seen him fucking my brains out for yourself. But you… what’s he to you? The only family you have left? Or something more?” Emma stood, leaning across the desk, her hands down on Rachel’s side of it like talons digging in. “Maybe something you’ve always wanted… something more than you’ve ever been able to get from him… is that what really annoys you about Celeste? That she wants what you do? What you’re too scared to admit is what you truly want?”

Rachel thrust herself up to her feet, meeting Emma face to face. “You’re disgusting! You really think—you’re actually insinuating—God, you’re such a freak! A whore! A goddamn slut! I can’t believe I let you touch me! I can’t believe Scott gave you a second look! My mother, now, she was beautiful, and good, and if nothing else, at least she was a normal person! You, you keep playing these degrading little games of yours… I don’t know how the hell Scott could’ve possibly fallen for your tricks!”

“Don’t you?” Emma asked. “I remember how it tasted when you came for my tricks. And I wasn’t even using my best material. Would you like to see what I did to have your father so… addicted to me? See what daddy really likes?”

Rachel felt Emma pulling at her mind—fingers tracing along her thoughts, flickers of sensation, of memory, gushing around Rachel’s defenses, trying to get in. But Emma wasn’t assaulting her. She was barraging Rachel with thoughts and feelings, but not in a way that could ever get through Rachel’s mental wards.

Essentially, she was just training her perfect telepathic recall on her own memories, reliving them, unguarded, the thoughts so full and ferocious that they spilled out against Rachel’s own perceptions. Emma was playing a movie in her head at full blast and from the smile on her plump lips, she knew she was inviting Rachel in to watch with her. Knew Rachel couldn’t resist, even though she’d told Rachel what she would find.

Scott. And her. The kind of sex Rachel had always thought they’d had, from the moment she’d heard about them getting together. Just what sick, twisted fantasies Emma lived out in order to make Scott hers. The bitch. The slut. Rachel had to see. Had to know just how kinky it really was, what Scott did with this whore who’d ensnared him with her wiles.

***

Emma lay beside Scott. She was naked, he was too, except for the black blindfold that wound around his eyes. Blearily, Emma centered her gaze on it, liking the unexpectedly kinky touch on clear-headed, even-handed Scott Summers.

She was awake. Scott was still asleep, his muscular body still, no sweat marking his clear skin. Emma reached out and petted the firmly toned muscles of his chest, not hard enough to wake him up, but definitely enjoying the feel of him.

Since this was her memory she was reliving, she knew there was no chance of him waking up. Not yet. And there was no way for him to notice Rachel standing there beside the bed, watching. Perhaps envying Emma sharing Scott’s bed, touching his bare flesh, being free to entice him with her own nude body. She looked at Rachel as she lightly kissed Scott’s brow.

“Can’t wake him up,” she said to Rachel—again, knowing that this dream of Scott couldn’t hear her. After all, she hadn’t spoken that morning. Only in this shared recollection did she address the Rachel that wasn’t really there—or, rather, who was there, but everything surrounding her was long since past except for the echo in Emma’s mind. “My beloved needs his sleep. But don’t worry. I won’t go without his love for long. In the meantime…”

Emma stroked her fingers down over her belly and along the insides of her creamy thighs, as though making a path for Scott to follow once he was ready. She teased her own body, avoiding her receptive slit but getting close enough to make herself moan with frustration. Then her fingers slipped through her pubic hair to tickle the sensitive lips of her cunt.

“I know what you’re thinking!” Emma panted, her voice rushing with the arousal she was generating in herself. She tore her gaze between Rachel—never a chore to look at—and Scott’s naked body, teasing herself further, willing him to wake up and fuck her. “Why am I touching myself? Why don’t I just wake Scott up? If he’s so in love with me, won’t he fuck me? Won’t he make me his bitch again, over and over again, until I can’t even think about anything else?”

Emma looked out at the vanity on the opposite wall, opposing the foot of the bed. She could see her splayed sex in the mirror’s reflection. Her fingers worked gently into the softness under her labia, spreading her velvet lips to expose the pink flesh and the throbbing stiffness of her clit.

Emma bit her lip. Back then, she’d imagined Scott closing his lips over the little button and sucking hard. Now, she remembered him doing it. She knew she couldn’t quite recall just how good it had been, just as she couldn’t really imagine how incredibly he tongued her clit. But she could adroitly call up how sexy Rachel looked with her gartered thighs pulled back and her cunt glistening with aroused juices...