That was enough for me. Once she knew the financial security I could offer, I was certain she would come round to my thinking. She had to.
“Fair enough,” I said, and relaxing once more to enjoy her touch upon my skin, I plowed straight in. “Like I said to you before, I hadn’t meant to go snooping yesterday, I ended up in his study by mistake. But having just come from Dr Tate’s where I’d bumped into you, I was totally freaked.”
She cringed and my heart went out to her, how she could possibly feel bad for something totally out of her control. “It’s not your fault,” I said. “It had never occurred to me that Dad would have engaged the doctor’s services just to keep tabs on me but seeing, you there, hearing what you had to say, well, it threw so many things into question.”
“I shouldn’t have said what I did,” she remarked, her guilt ringing through in her tone.
“No, I’m glad you did. When I think of the stuff I had been planning on telling Tate in that session” — I gave an involuntary shiver and she circled her fingers against my skin, the caress instantly soothing — “let’s just say it’s better he didn’t hear any of it. And then when I hid in Dad’s study, I couldn’t ignore theopportunity to learn more. It didn’t take me long to scan the files he keeps and find one of interest.”
“Which file?” she asked, her curiosity well and truly piqued, her fingers slipping unconsciously — or to my erotically charged self, consciously — higher.
“It was a file on my mother,” I said, my voice elevating with my growing arousal as I fought to hurry out the lot for her, hoping it would leave time for more than just words between us. I told her everything: how I’d believed my mother to be penniless, how my inheritance had been kept from me, my suspicions over Dr Tate. And I watched as her expression changed with each part of my tale to one of absolute horror.
“Good God,” she exclaimed eventually, her hand stilling against me. “I knew he was devious but I had no idea he would sink as low as to do all this to a child.”
I uncrossed my legs, hoping the movement would prompt her to restart her caress. “Well, I’m not exactly a child anymore,” I said, my words deliberately suggestive.
“No, you’re certainly not,” she said, her eyes flashing with blatant interest and causing my heart to leap into my throat, happiness at seeing the old Emma once more adding fuel to the fire already burning inside me. “But that’s downright evil.”
“I know,” I said as I adjusted my leg beneath her palm, coaxing her. “And now I need to get to the bottom of it all, to understand exactly what he has kept from me, how he’s done it and what chance I have of getting my inheritance back.”
“I see,” she said thoughtfully, and to my delight, her fingers started to twirl over my thigh. “But how do we do that without landing you in further trouble?”
“Not just me, you need to stay out of trouble too,” I corrected her, subtly gripping at the table edge to stop myself from squirming beneath her like some crazed wanton. “And that’s thebit I’m struggling with; the plan needs to be failsafe because God knows what he will do when it all comes to light.”
“Yes, we need to be long gone or at least have enough of a hold over him to stop him from hurting us.”
“Us...” I repeated. I liked the way it sounded, the way it felt. “Does this mean you will giveusa chance when all is said and done?”
She considered me, her fingers working their seductive magic against my skin.
“I mean, just think of all the fun we could have together,” I pushed, excitement lifting away any remaining anxieties, my eyes flitting briefly to where her hands were working me effortlessly into a frenzy. “Freed from all these constraints, the things we could do together...”
“Like what?” she asked teasingly, her eyes lowering to my bare legs and giving me the encouragement I needed to slide across the table and position myself before her.
“I think I should be asking you that, after all, you’re the one with the experience” — brazenly, I parted my legs before her — “I have a feeling you can teach me an awful lot about pleasure...”
“Is that so?” she said, bringing her other hand up to join in, both thighs now reveling in the attention of her delicate touch as she smoothed her palms upward, gently encouraging my thighs to part, my skirt bunching with the move.
“You know it,” I said on a moan, getting high on the thrill of being parted before her and knowing what she was capable of next.
She gave a pleasing sigh. “I certainly would enjoy doing this to you on a regular basis, watching you succumb to my touch, shattering around my fingers, my tongue...”
I whimpered. I couldn’t help it. Her touch was so soft, so tantalizing, her words and the promise they gave, all serving to work the growing ache. As she reached the top of my thigh, I feltthe air sweep across my dampened pussy, my panties parting over the entry of her fingers. I bucked to draw their touch just where I needed them, my legs tensing as the pleasure started to ripple through me.
“So wet for me already baby,” she stated, acknowledging the slickness that enveloped her, her eyes lifting to mine and captivating me with their excited glow.
“Always for you,” I gasped as I began to wriggle against her, my hands pressing into the table for support.
“Yes, we would have lots of fun,” she said slowly, her thumb circling my throbbing clit while her fingers began to dip inside me, first one finger, then two, then three ... it wasn’t enough, I needed more...
“More, please,God,more,” I cried, I was so close, I could feel it building in my toes, my calves, my thighs.
“You want more, baby?”
My head was shaking back and fore, my fast approaching climax leaving me scarce able to draw breath let alone speak.
“Do you know how fucking sexy it is that you’re so quick to succumb to me?” she asked hotly.
