Page 45 of Crown Jewels
EMMA
The phrase what the fuck seemed to be the theme for my life lately. Everything that happened to me in the past week could be summed up in those three words. And it all started when Vahn put his hands on me.
The guy who was annoyed by my mere presence suddenly decided to hold me down and play with my clit. What the fuck was that? Oh, and let’s not forget the whole barging in on my relaxing bath like a bull in a China shop. It was like he woke up one day and decided to be someone else.
I repeat what the fuck?
Then there was my favorite professor, who everybody loved, and who I thought was a good guy. But turned out to be an asshole rapist. What the fuck? Oh, and my loving brother, who claimed to be there for me. He came home long enough to give me a hug, say everything would be okay, then he ate a sandwich and left. At least he ate something.
Add in Vahn claiming me like I was a piece of property, me seeing him in action, then him catching me in action. To which he decided to splodge on me, disappear for the night, and avoid me the next day.
I was so out of what the fucks, that if someone handed me a bag of them, they would be gone before I could open it.
I rolled my eyes as music once again came blasting out of Vahn’s room. Did he have to play that crap so loud? I was not a fan of Metallica, and he’d been playing that same damn song for three hours.
Maybe if he came out of his room, I could tell him to turn it off. But no. He only did that when I was in mine. Not exactly what I would consider to be the actions of someone who said I belonged to him, but whatever. I never understood Vahn anyway. His name should be what the fuck.
Trying to figure out the inner workings of Vahn Kessler’s mind was making it hard to focus on the good surprise I’d had this week.
My upcoming calendar shoot.
The fact that I was asked to do it made me feel both confident and nervous. I didn’t want to disappoint. I wanted everything to be perfect.
I was excited about that too. But here I was in the afternoon of Tuesday—one day before I had to be ready—and I wasn’t ready. I had the outfit and a general idea of what I wanted to do for the shoot, it was the other stuff I was lacking in.
I had absolutely no idea what to do for the cam show. It couldn’t be like one of my normal shows. This one had to be special, but I still wanted it to fit the era. That was tricky. The Victorian era was a very patriarchal time.
Women were viewed as fragile and innocent. When it came to sex, it was their duty to appease their husband, whether they wanted to or not because regular sex was considered healthy for men.
There were a few women who fought against the social norms, they were, of course, generally ostracized as a ‘fallen woman’. Like it was some sort of fall from grace to enjoy orgasms.
As for sexual aids, there were a few. Most of which were used more for the man’s pleasure than the woman’s. Basically, sex in the Victorian era was all about the guy, and what they desired. How in the hell was I supposed to portray that?
Playing with myself while talking about how it was all about the man felt contradictory to me. Not that the men watching would care, but I would.
I threw my head back with a groan. “What am I supposed to do?”
That was a question more for myself than anyone else, but the bird decided to answer. “Brawk, Vahn’s the master.”
I shot Ruby a dirty look. “You’re not helping.”
“Vahn is the master, Vahn is the master,” she repeated while bobbing her head in time to the music.
I swear that thing enjoyed tormenting me as much as her ‘master’ did.
“Ugh, master.” Of course he would teach her that. “The great and powerful Vahn Kessler, king of everything, walking around with his you belong to me,” I pointed at Ruby, then swung my finger around to myself, “and you belong to me, and that lamp belongs to me. Cause I have magic fingers and you…”
I stopped and turned towards Vahn’s door. “Magic fingers?”
Having a guy on camera with me would fit the time period, and I had yet to orgasm during a show. That would definitely make the show special. There was no doubt in my mind that Vahn could get me there. Was Vahn Kessler the solution to my problems. Could it be that simple?
It wasn’t like I would be agreeing to a relationship, or his bullshit you belong to me crap. It was for work. And since Vahn worked for Behind the Lens, he was already cleared for shoots, which was convenient. Still…
My eyes drifted back to the cockatoo still bobbing in her cage. “What do you think Ruby?”
“Do it.”
What the fuck? Did she just say that, because I was fairly sure she’d never said that before.
