Page 83 of Resisting the Temptation
Inever realized feeding someone could be so… erotic.
But every time Emma’s pink lips wrap around the tines of the fork and pull off another bite of saucy ravioli, my dick twitches.
She’s been patient as I’ve fed her bites of her dinner while I eat my own. The only sound is the soft classical music playing from her phone and the soft clink of the fork on the ceramic plate.
The places her skin isn’t touched by ink are tinged pink from the hot water, and she’s got a beautiful flush to her cheeks.
I swipe the last bite of her ravioli through the sauce and bring it to her lips, then discard the plate on the counter next to my empty one.
When I turn back to Emma, she’s swirling the water around with her finger while looking anywhere but at me. I don’t understand why she’d be nervous right now,but I’m not going to go any further until I know she’s okay.
I sit on the edge of the tub again and stick my fingers in the water. Finding it closer to chilly than warm, I grab one of the fluffy hotel towels and hold it out.
“Let’s get you out of the water.”
Emma nods, then stands, and I watch a droplet of water fall from her shoulders, down over her collar bone, down her chest, until it finally drips off of her perky nipple.
I follow another drop down her side, over the curve of her hip, until it falls into the crease where her thigh meets her pelvis.
I stand, gripping her hand to help her out of the tub so she doesn’t slip, then pat the towel over every inch of her.
She reaches up and unclips the claw clip from her hair and sets it on the counter, then goes to undo the braid in her hair.
I still her hands with my own. “Leave it in.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Emma.” She turns towards me but doesn’t look at me. “Look at me, please.”
When she tips her chin up, there’s a heavy emotion in her eyes I can’t place.
“I know it’s been a long day for you. Are you up for playing tonight, or do you want to just go to sleep? And don’t say what you think I want to hear.”
“I want to play. I want to know why you decided to pick a room with a balcony over a room with two beds.”
I bring one hand up and run it slowly down her arm, goosebumps follow in its wake. “I think you’re going tolike it,Dulzura.”I turn her around so she’s facing the mirror, and I trace the intricate details of her sleeve as I whisper in her ear, “Look how lovely you are. How beautiful your body is, covered in artwork. I especially love this one.” I run my finger over the delicate depiction of a hummingbird nestled between two daylilies. It’s my favorite part of her sleeve. “Do you know how many people stop and stare at you?”
She shakes her head, her braid brushing against the fabric of my shirt.
“A lot,Dulzura.I have to keep myself in check when we go to job sites because all of the men stop to admire you. They all want you so badly.”
“H-how do you know, Sir?” she asks as I stroke one of her nipples with my finger.
“Because I know exactly how they feel. I know what it’s like to want you. Every day is a challenge to keep my hands to myself, when all I really want to do is pin you to the glass in your office and show everyone you’remine.”
Emma’s breath hitches at my words, and I chuckle. “Oh, you like that idea, don’t you? What a deviant little slut. Wanting our coworkers to watch me wring pleasure from your body.”
I move my hand down to cup her pussy, finding her clit swollen and ready for me. I give it a little pinch, and she moans, throwing her head back and arching her hips forward.
“I’m not fucking you in the bathroom, honey. I have other plans. Go sit on the edge of the bed while I get undressed.”
“Okay, Sir.” As she turns to walk out of the bathroom, I give her voluptuous ass a swat, which makes her yelp and scurry faster.
Once she’s completely out of the bathroom, I take a deep breath and slowly undress myself.
I almost kissed Emma on the forehead today when I left her in the bath. I’ve never done something like that; something so tender. But it feels like second nature with her. I want to kiss her pouty lips. I want to give her forehead kisses when she’s sad. I want to hold her hand as we walk around the grocery store.
I’m wondering if I’m projecting the disappointment I thought I saw. I probably am.
