What I wanted was what was happening in front of me. My cock grew painfully hard as Emma’s breasts heaved beneath the silk top and she slowly made her way into the main room. She turned slowly, making a complete circle as she stared at the walls.
My great-grandfather had a fascination with the darker side of New Orleans. The large pieces of artwork in heavy golden frames displayed depictions of Hades, the underworld, a world of torment and pain. Much like a story, the pieces went together, displaying the battles beyond the realm where most people reside. According to the artist, that war continues. One battle may be won or lost, depending if it is good or evil that you root for. The impressionist style and use of colors makes the scenes difficult to decipher.
If my grandfather hadn’t passed the story and each frame’s meanings onto me through his journals, I might not see what was right before me. That’s the way it was with the beliefs held by many in this region. They saw what others didn’t.
Honestly, I rarely gave the art any thought, but seeing them through her angelic eyes was fascinating to watch.
Finally, Emma’s legs bent and she lowered herself to the hard floor. She was fucking gorgeous as she made her way to her knees. Emma hadn’t entered on her hands and knees, but as I watched her internal battle, her willpower surrendered to her exhilaration and she submitted.
I remained silent, letting Emma wait as she sat back on her heels, lowering her chin.
My response was in my thoughts. “Good girl, but that wasn’t what I told you.”
With the light of the fire, Emma glowed like the queen she was meant to be. Queens weren’t meant to bow except to one person. Once it was safe to display her to the world, she wouldn’t show them what I was seeing—what only I would see. Out in the world, she’d hold her head high as Emma Ramses. Her submission was for me and me alone.
My cock ached as it pressed against my boxer briefs, straining the expensive threads.
As if Emma suddenly remembered my final command, she fell forward, placing her palms on the floor and her sexy round ass in the air. If I wasn’t so fucking ready to be inside her, I’d use this opportunity to teach her about patience. The way her knees fidgeted, her body was ready to find out what came next even if her mind was conflicted.
I took a step forward out of the shadows.
“Oh,” she startled before dropping her head.
Without a word, I stepped around her, circling her like the predator I was. The way a lion played with his prey, I continued my slow steps. Her long golden hair covered her face, her arms trembled, and her breathing was fast.
One finger, it was all I would use to move her.
I’d sensed her receptiveness when I’d directed her blindfolded. A little pressure and she obeyed. Emma didn’t think she was submissive. I wanted her to learn it was nothing to be ashamed of, but instead, something she enjoyed.
I crouched before her and placed my finger under her chin. Very little pressure and her gorgeous blue eyes appeared. They lingered on my confined erection before making the journey upward to my gaze.
“You’re stunning.”
Her lip disappeared behind her teeth, the way it did when she was thinking. I tugged it free. “No, Emma, don’t overthink this.”
“I...” Her eyes widened and tone softened. “May I speak?”
I was going to fucking blow in a second.
“Always. Sit back.”
She did, sitting back on her heels. Her hard nipples tented her silk top and with the way her knees were parted, the crotch of the silky shorts showed signs of her wetness. I was still crouched down, our faces inches apart.
“Talk.”
“Will you tell me if I’m doing this wrong?”
I shook my head.
“How will I know if I disappoint you?”
Reaching for the hem of her top, I slowly pulled it over her head. As I dropped the silk to the floor, her blonde hair cascaded around her shoulders. Emma’s gaze was on me, waiting for my answer. My answer was that she couldn’t disappoint me. She’d upset me and I’d upset her. It was the way relationships worked.
But disappoint?
I ran my hands down her arms. Stopping at her wrists, I took in the bandages. They were smaller than they’d been a week before. I couldn’t concentrate on that. Taking both her hands, I lifted her arms above her head. It wasn’t an easy position to maintain. Yet when I let go, she kept them raised. A soft moan came from her lips as my finger ran down her inner arm.
With her hands held high, her round breasts thrust forward. Her nipples grew even harder as I tweaked one and then the other. My gaze didn’t leave hers as I rolled one between my fingers. Her eyes fluttered closed as her breathing staggered. I pinched harder. “Eyes open, Emma.”