Page 10 of Dark Truth

What was that all about? Emily wasn’t squeamish about food, I’d seen her eat things other people might not consider food, but the thought of lamb had made her sick. Maybe it was her medicine or a migraine coming on. Those sometimes made her stomach a little on the delicate side.

I hoped she wasn’t coming down with something; now that we’d talked about Elmo’s I really wanted to go. I ordered a glass of ginger ale for her when the waiter came to check on us and asked for some bread and butter to be brought to the table. Emily soon came back to the table, her complexion much better, and we ordered our dinner. I ordered steak, just to be on the safe side. I didn’t want to bring on another bout of sickness if just the mention of lamb set her off.

“Do you want dessert?” I asked as our plates were taken away a short while later.

“I do,” she said coyly, and I felt her foot against the inside of my calf beneath the table. “Just not from here.”

She looked up, directly into my eyes, and I knew it wasn’t food she was after. “Let’s finish the night off right then, Emily.”

I watched as satisfaction replaced the coyness in her eyes and quickly got us out of there. Before long, we were sitting in the bar area, watching Roxie do her stuff. The woman was talented, but I didn’t need Roxie’s seductive dance to get me in the mood. All I needed was Emily’s whispers of how much she needed me.

It was fun to be out with her, though, and I couldn’t lie, that new routine of Roxie’s was hot. I watched her, unaware of just how riveted I was. Emily moved, but I couldn’t look away. Another shuffle in the seat next to me, and I finally looked over at her. “What’s up, pet?”

“Nothing, sir.” She smiled at me, a cheeky expression on her face. She reached out to touch me, and I felt something soft and silky in her hand as it slid along my arm. I looked down and saw black satin.

“Getting adventurous are you, pet?” I knew she wanted me, and I wanted her just as much. The trick was to keep the tease alive.

“Maybe.” She stood before she twisted down, her hips moving in slight circles. I looked up to see her hands twisting her hair around her head, her eyes seductive, before she bent forward, her eyes directly in front of mine.

I only had eyes for Emily then. She twisted close to me, and I felt her breasts slid against my face as she moved up. I scooted up in the seat, so that she was between my legs, and ran my hand up her skirt.

“Oh…” I heard her gasp as she let her head fall back, her hips twisting, as my fingers slid along her bare bottom.

The bar was full at that point, but most of the patrons were watching Roxie. Anyone could turn their head at any moment and see my hands up her skirt. “You know, if someone looks our way, Emily, they’ll know exactly”—I paused and slid my right hand around her hip, then down to between her thighs—“where my hand is.”

Her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes were riveted to mine. “Then let them watch, sir.”

“Oh, indeed,” I whispered and grinned up at her. She put her hands on my shoulders and straddled my thighs. Her hips continued to dance on me, and when my fingers slid into her, she gasped louder.

I heard more than a gasp when my thumb found her clit.

“Fuck.” It left her lips softly, but I heard her. I heard the way she took in a deep breath to try to stay calm, to resist the pleasure I was giving. I hadn’t told her she could come yet. She knew she had to wait. That was how it worked when we came in here. She didn’t come until I told her to.

I pulled my hand away when Roxie’s routine ended. I knew she’d spotted my precious little darling and would come to our table right away. I turned Emily around and pulled her to sit on my lap. She hummed when she felt my cock, hard and ready for her, nestled into her soft bottom. She pushed down on me slightly, just enough, with her back arched, just as Roxie made it to our table.

“Hey, I didn’t know you two were coming tonight. How are you?” Roxie, an angel with blonde hair and blue eyes, leaned over to kiss Emily’s cheek, and I swear, I did not groan at all. The thought of these two together had occurred to me before, but I’d kept it to myself. They didn’t seem to hold an interest in each other that way, so it was one nice thought, but not something I’d ever act on or broach with Emily.

“Fine, honey, how are you?” I heard Emily ask, and gave a chin tilt to Roxie. Emily was shifting around on my dick, and fuck if it didn’t feel good. She was doing it on purpose too. I could see it in the way her arms flexed and her back arched again.

“I’m good. I’m going to go and mingle, but it’s good to see you. It’s been a while.” She bent down to kiss Emily again, and I groaned when Emily leaned forward to kiss her cheek. Quietly, though. I did have some control, after all.

After Roxie walked away, Emily and leaned back against me and turned so her mouth was right beside my ear. “Take me downstairs.”

I didn’t need to be told twice. I made to stand up, and she got off of me. I pulled her scarf off before we’d even made it to the elevator. By the time the door shut, I had her on my hips, her legs wrapped around my waist, as I kissed her deeply. She clung to me as if she was starving for my attention, and I fed her every ounce of it she wanted.

I wanted to open the zipper on my trousers and slide right into her, but I knew if I waited it would be so much better. Her hands were in my hair, tugging at the shorter strands, and I pulled my head away.

“I left enough for you to pull on.” I licked her lips as she grinned and let her legs fall down. We were almost at the lower level.

“That’s good. I was worried about that.” Her lips moved along my jaw, and I could feel how hot my skin was.

Almost as hot as hers.

The elevator came to a stop and dinged.

She took my hand, leading me down the hall.

We passed a couple making love on a bed, their bodies entangled. The door was open, a clear invitation to watch. Emily passed that door and walked down further, Past the room with a woman on her knees as she serviced a woman chained to a wall. Further she went, past a variety of rooms, filled with a variety of sexual situations.