“And what will you do if you pull the right one thistime?”
“I’ll be out of here so fast that your head willspin.”
I thought she would say that but hearing her say it stillstings.
I straighten and fasten my pants before unlocking the cabinet and follow the same procedure as the previous times. She drops her hand inside and digs around in the box with her eyes closed. Probably praying. And her face is the epitome of stoic when she hands over thekey.
I insert it and turn. Again, nothing happens. Thankfuck.
My racing heart begins to calm a little. “Not theone.”
She says nothing before turning and leaving my office. And while watching her walk away, I can’t remember a time when I’ve ever felt emptierinside.
What is this woman doing tome?
Emma Lia is my submissive. She is my joy. And now she is also mypain.
* * *
I waitedin my office for two hours before dinner, and Emma Lia didn’t come to me. I’m not sure what that means. I’m only certain about one thing: knowing that she is in my house within my grasp but is staying away is killingme.
Like every other night since our argument, I lie in my bed hoping that mon bebelle will open the door that separates our rooms. She wouldn’t even need to ask permission to enter. I would welcome her with openarms.
I hear the sound of soft music, a severely melancholy tune, coming from her room and it’s minus her usual singing. I’d give anything to hear her terrible singing rightnow.
I open my laptop and attempt to occupy my mind with the Vegas project. Burying myself in work—instead of Emma Lia—is what I’ve done to take my mind off of our falling-out.
I look over when the door between our bedrooms opens and… holy fuck. Emma Lia is standing in the doorway wearing a garter belt with fishnet stockings and a red and black corset-style top that pushes her tits up and out. Of course, I chose it, but it’s a sexier piece of lingerie than she normally wears. And fuck. I lower my face and look over the top of my glasses, seeing that she isn’t wearing the panties that go with it. Her pussy is completelybare.
“I’m inviting you to join me in my roomtonight.”
That’s all she says before going back into her room, leaving the dooropen.
Well, fuck. Looks like she’s turning the tables on me tonight. And of course, her MO works. She knows that there’s not a chance in hell that I would turn down thisopportunity.
She’s standing beside the kinky cabinet with the doors open. “What would you like tonight,Master?”
Never in a million years would I have imagined walking into her bedroom and hearing that question tonight. Not after the last four days. And I don’t know how to answer because I want itall.
I reach inside to the top shelf and take out a harmless toy. “I would like you to wear this collar andleash.”
She comes to me and turns, lifting her hair, allowing me to place the black leather collar with O ring around her neck and secure the buckle. She turns around and my cock twitches when I see her wearing it. And I can’t resist wrapping the leash around my hand and pulling her in to kiss hermouth.
There’s no passion in her kiss. It’s like pressing my lips to an emptybody.
“What else would youlike?”
I remove my next choice from the cabinet. “The nippleclamps.”
She unlaces the top of her corset and her tits fall out of the top. “Would you like to apply them,Master?”
Fuck yes. “I would very much love to applythem.”
I adjust them so the pressure will be minimal. We’ll need to build up to morepressure.
She winces when I close the first clamp and tighten it. “Toomuch?”
She shakes her head. “It hurts, but I can takeit.”
