She puts her head back on my shoulder and becomes silent again. I use the quiet time to sort through my thoughts and feelings about what it is that I must tell her. And I still have no answer when we arrivehome.
I help Emma Lia up the stairs to our bedroom. Once inside, she turns, lifting her hair, and I lower the zipper of her black leather dress. “You looked like a fucking wet dream walking around the club in this dress and my collartonight.”
“I don’t know about that after all of the tits and ass and pussy I saw clearly on display for all to see. Can’t imagine my covered body being much of a turn-on.”
“A slightly cracked door is far more interesting than an openone.”
She giggles. “Cracks. Front ones and back ones. I saw plenty of thosetoo.”
“I think that you’re failing to see the beauty of myanalogy.”
“I see it. I’m not thattipsy.”
She stumbles a little to the left when she steps out of her dress, and I help to upright her again. “Yes. You are exactly thattipsy.”
“Are you angry with me, Master? Are you going to punishme?”
“No. Your being tipsy gives me a reason to take care of you. Which I lovedoing.”
With her left in only her thong, I push my fingers into the waistband, dragging it down her legs. “On your knees in the submissive pose while Iundress.”
She not so gracefully goes gown on all fours and then sits back on her lower legs and feet. With her head bowed and palms flat against the tops of her legs, she occasionally moves her hands to the floor to prevent herself from toppling over. Because she isn’t able to see my face while in that position, I don’t hide myamusement.
“Is your headspinning?”
“A little,Master.”
“Are you going topuke?”
“No,Master.”
With my jacket and tie off, I work on my cuff links and button-down. I’m impatient as fuck, eager to feel Emma Lia’s body againstmine.
“You pleased me tonight with your handling of Claudia. You could have retaliated, and you’d have had every right, but instead you behaved like a refined woman. I’m very proud to call you mysubmissive.”
“I didn’t want to behave like a refined woman. I wanted to kick the shit out of her, but I resisted the temptation. I didn’t want to shameyou.”
I smile bigger, and because I’m amused by her crass language, I choose to not chastise her about it thistime.
“As I recall, I once told you that I wanted a refined woman that I could fuck like awhore.”
“Are you going to fuck me like I’m a whore,Master?”
“Notawhore.Mywhore.”
“I am your whore, Master. Onlyyours.”
I touch the side of her face, rubbing my thumb over her cheek. “You are my whore, but you are also my queen, and I loveyou.”
Her head remains bowed, but she leans into my hand. “And I loveyou.”
“Since I’m no longer worried about giving you keys, I have a confession.” But not the confession she deserves. “As much as I’ve enjoyed our vanilla nights together, I’m in need of a hardfuck.”
I can’t see her face, but I hear her giggle. “I would love nothing more than to be fucked hard byyou.”
A surge of lust pulsates through me, sending a rush of blood to my cock. “No worries, love. I’m going to pound your pussy until you scream. But not before you suck mycock.”
I finish undressing and stand before her, placing two fingers beneath her chin. Lifting her face, I see those beautiful blue eyes meet mine, and I stop for a moment to appreciate how lucky I am to have seen her that night in my casino. How lucky I am that she didn’t pull that key in those first few weeks. How lucky I am that she ismine.
