“All right. I think I’ll go to bed early then.” She sits up and slides over to me, placing a soft kiss against my mouth. “Goodnight.”
“Good night,bebelle.”
I end up working much longer than planned. It’s two in the morning by the time I crawl into my bed. I close my eyes and lie there thinking of Emma Lia in the neighboring room. At least a dozen times, I consider getting up and going to her room. And I would if it weren’t for those fuckingkeys.
I spit in my hand and reach into my boxers, grip my hardening cock. I glide it up and down, imagining that Emma Lia is riding mycock.
Yeah, I liked it when she got on top. And I want her to do it again.Soon.
I open my eyes and see Emma Lia’s shadow in the doorway between our bedrooms. Like an obedient submissive, she waits for my invitation. And I don’t disappoint. “Come here,bebelle.”
I throw the covers back and she climbs into bed on top of me, placing one leg over my pelvis so she’s straddling me. She leans forward, her elbows pressed into the pillow on each side of my head and kisses my mouth. I place my hands on her thighs and move them upward until they reach her bare cheeks. “Bebelle, I believe you have forgotten yourpanties.”
She kisses my mouth slowly, but something about it feels different. Less in synch. Almost clumsy. Anddesperate.
I pull my mouth away from hers. “I can’t give you another key. Not this soon.” I pause a moment. “If we do this, it has to be a freebie. Vanilla. Are you willing to dothat?”
“Mmm-hmm.”
“Okay. If you’re giving it to me freely then you know that I’mwilling.”
Emma Lia moves down my body, kissing every inch until she’s kneeling between my legs. She hooks her fingers into my waistband and tugs. I lift my hips and she drags my sleep pants down mylegs.
She lowers her body to mine, bringing us close enough to touch, but she isn’t pressing her weight against me. Her nightgown is slick when she climbs upward to straddle me again. She arches back, and my erection presses against her warmentrance.
I place my hands on her stomach and glide them up her silky gown. I palm her tits, her hands covering mine, and her nipples harden beneath my touch. She moans when I squeeze lightly, and that’s when I notice that her breasts don’t feel the same. They’re firm, round, unmoving. And her moan doesn’t sound like what I’ve become accustomed tohearing.
This is allwrong.
I push her off of me and lean over to twist the switch on thelamp.
Son. Of. A.Bitch.
“What the fuck are youdoing?”
Claudia moves to her knees and crawls toward me. “I want you to make love tome.”
“We don’t make love. We never have, plus I’ve told you over and over that I don’t want you. Mother! Fucker! What in the hell is wrong with you that you can’t hear what I’m tellingyou?”
She just snuck into my bedroom from Emma Lia’s room and led me to believe that she was mon bebelle. This goes well beyond anythingreasonable.
“I love you, Tristan. I can’t let go ofus.”
“You don’t have a fucking choice. I. Let. You.Go.”
Emma Lia appears in the doorway between our bedrooms, her eyes wide when she sees Claudia in my bed. “Well, I guess this explains why you didn’t want me to come to your bedtonight.”
“Bebelle… this is not what it lookslike.”
She shakes her head. “Damn, Tristan. I wouldn’t expect a Dom to be so fuckingcliché.”
“I’m not being fucking cliché. I’m being fuckingserious.”
“Do us both a favor and don’t insult me. Call a spade aspade.”
“I didn’t invite her into my bed.” I look at Claudia. “Tell her what youdid.”
Claudia shrugs andsmiles.
