11 Chapter 11

More eager at the thought of an actual bath than she cared to admit, Trixie hurried into the suit. For a moment, she froze just inside, astonished at the luxuriousness of it all. Everything looked so gorgeous, clean, and fluffy, she felt like she had stepped into a cloud, one with a gold lining to be precise. It took her a moment, but she found the wash room to the side, and slipped in. As glorious as the fancy bed had looked, she was even more excited about the tub. The thing was massive, and filled with foaming water that was wafting with pleasant aromas. Quickly, she stripped out of her clothes, then stepped into the warm water and allowed herself to sink in.

She groaned with pleasure as the water hugged her soar and aching muscles, relieving tensions she didn't realize she had. There were some blisters that had formed on her heel where the new shoes had chaffed the skin, and that stung a little, but the slight pain was insignificant compared to the delight she was experiencing as the pain and the grime seeped from her body. After simply enjoying the water for a while, she started experimenting with the vials of soaps, shampoos, conditioners, and other exotic oils that lined the shelves by the tub. Thankfully everything was labeled.

"I take it you are enjoying yourself?" Emerick called through the door after a polite knock a while later. "You've been in there quite a while."

"I am," Trixie replied with a smile. "Do you always bathe like this?"

"I guess," Emerick responded. "Dinner has arrived. Would you like me to bring it in there and join you? I could feed you while you bathed," He offered in a suggestive tone. The idea made her nervous.

"No," She called. "I'll be out in a second. Don't come in!"

"Alright," He chuckled. "I'll wait, but don't take too long. The food will get cold."

She felt silly as she hastily rinsed herself off and stepped out of the tub. He was going to see her naked at some point that night, they were going to have sex with each other after all, but something about him being in the bathe with her made her feel shy and exposed. Shaking her head, she wrapped herself in a towel and went to the door. She stopped by her dress and bent to pick it up, but decided against it.

She had already let her nerves get the better of her once, and she refused to do so again. Rich or not, she had every intention of showing Emerick what she was made of. Squaring her shoulders, she secured her towel then made her way out of the bathroom.

Thankfully, Jacoby was nowhere to be seen. Emerick, on the other hand, was sitting at a table near the foot of the bed, and she had his full attention. Smiling to herself, she strode confidently to where he sat, ignored the chair he'd pulled out for her, and slid into his lap. Beneath her, she could feel him harden.

"So, what's for dinner?" she asked innocently. She relished the carnal desire burning in his feral, silver eyes. She wondered how far she could push him before she drove him insane.

"Based on the smell, I believe it is steak," He replied. "But I haven't checked. I didn't want to release the heat." His voice was calm and steady, but a seductive husk was creeping into it.

"Sounds yummy," she said. She rocked forward in his lap to lift the dome off the silver platter holding their meal. Looking at the huge cut of savory meat, her mouth immediately started watering. She nearly forgot what she was up to when a twitch of his stiff shaft under her bottom caught her attention. Deliberately moving up and down his lap as she worked, she cut a piece of steak, then twisted and popped it into his mouth. She could tell he was struggling by the look on his face.

"Is this how you want to eat dinner?" He gasped, after he'd managed to swallow his mouthful.

"Is there something wrong with it?" She blinked innocently. She smiled inwardly at his frustrated grunt as she squirmed. He had pretty impressive self-control. Not even Renna, who tended to be her most patient client, had been able to hold out against her antics for this long. Initially, she'd had her doubts that a full night was completely necessary, but now she was thinking Emerick might just be able to make the time worth her while.

"I do believe you are trying to torture me," He replied.

"Whatever gave you that idea?" She asked devilishly. Dinner became a grueling event as she took her time feeding him, alternating bites between the two of them and making a show of savoring each one. There was only problem with her scheme. By the time the meal was finally finished, she was just as sexually frustrated as he was.

"You are a little demon," Emerick commented as she finally set the cutlery to the side. "And I hope you're ready for the consequences of playing with fire."

"Just what are you going to do?" Trixie teased. "Punish me?"

"First, I'm going to finish paying you," he replied. Quite abruptly, he slid her off his lap and had gone to a trunk in the corner of the room. It took her a moment to process what he had said, and what he was doing. She had very nearly forgotten the other two-hundred gold coins.

He took his time, counting out each coin, before he finally returned to her. Burning with lust, she wanted to scream she was getting so impatient to finally get stuck. He seemed very well aware of the effect his actions were having on her based on the smirk plastered to his face as he handed her the coin bag.

"And there you go, payed in full," He stated. "I suggest you put it with the rest of your things so it's not forgotten."

"Are you serious?" She spoke without realizing she was thinking out loud. He merely waved her towards her bag.

Grumbling, she carried the coins to her things, then bent over to stow them away. Apparently, it was a huge mistake to let her guard down. She squealed when, unexpectedly, she felt his fingers penetrate her from behind. Before she could pitch forward, off balanced and sapped of the energy to stand from his assault, Emerick grabbed her around the waist with his free arm while he plunged his fingers deeper within, touching and teasing the muscles until he worked his way deep within her womb.

"So wet," he commented provocatively, then nibbled her ear. She couldn't speak, she was so immersed in the pleasure. After probing and prodding her a while longer, he finally extracted his fingers, then lifted her in his arms. She shuddered as he began licking the juices from his fingers.

"Emerick," She managed to gasp his name. He gently kissed her on the nose, then carried her over to the bed.

She felt herself shivering with anticipation as he laid her down on the mattress, then pinned her hands above her head. He growled as she repeated his name, then began kissing her. She felt dizzy as his mouth moved feverishly over her lips, her cheeks, then gradually down her neck. Her need was growing unbearable as his tongue started circling the skin over her collar bone, just above where her towel was still loosely wrapped over her breasts.

"If I didn't know better, I would think you were enjoying yourself," He teased, pulling away and earning a frustrated groan from her. "I wish I could appreciate this view forever."

"Would you stop teasing me?" She begged. She had never felt this desperate for sex before, and she didn't know how to cope with it. She would've been all too happy to flip him on his back and satisfy her needs, but he was far stronger than appearances had led her to believe, and no amount of struggling could free herself long enough to roll him over.

"I don't think I will," He replied. He shifted so that he was holding both of her wrists with one hand, then used the newly freed hand to stroke her face, down her neck, to her visible cleavage. Slowly, he began working the towel apart, until it fell aside and exposed her completely. The glint that appeared in his eyes nearly drove her over the edge. Just as she thought he might finally be getting to the good part, he slid back away from her and off the bed.

"I'll only be a moment," He called before disappearing into the bathroom. She moved to sit up, intending to pursue him, but found herself anchored in place.

Confused, she felt around only to discover he had somehow manage to tie her hands to the headboard. She wasn't sure when he'd gotten the rope, nor how he'd gotten it around her wrist without her notice. More confusing, he'd also managed to tie her legs and even her tail in place. Had he used some kind of magic, or had she really been that oblivious?

Stewing with impatience, she lay there, completely naked and awkwardly exposed on the bed while he took his time in the bath. At least, it felt like he was taking his time. She didn't have an accurate grasp of time at that moment, so it was hard to tell. Each second felt like an eternity. It didn't help that she could hear him singing in the other room, and it was a rather sultry song. He had a nice voice, and it only made her want him even more.

"Sorry, I couldn't very well proceed knowing that I had been puked on among other things," He said when he finally returned. She couldn't decide if he was genuinely being considerate—she had completely forgotten about the fact he'd been covered in puke when he first came across her—or if he was just being vindictive because of what she'd done to him during dinner.

"I don't like being kept waiting," She replied grumpily.

"How about I make it up to you then?" He questioned. Before she could reply, his lips crashed against her lips, and his bare chest pressed against hers. The only thing between them now was the towel he'd wrapped around his waist and as their kissing intensified she wished more and more that it would be gone.

It took some effort, she was heavily distracted and he'd tied the knot well, but she managed to work her tail out of the rope, the used it to pull away the obtrusive clothe. She gasped sharply when their bare parts collided. He froze as well, startled. As he glanced down to investigate, she made a point of waving at him with her tail and earned a chuckle for her efforts. The vibration pressed him closer and made her squirm.

"It's rude to keep a lady waiting!" She growled. "If this keeps up, I'm going to think you're all show and no action!"

"So impatient," Emerick replied. "Must you be in such a hurry? We have all night. Why not relish this?"

"Relish it all you want, just stick it in already!" She meant it as an order, but it came out more like begging than anything. Normally, she would've had complete control of the situation. It was maddening that she didn't.

"But I'm not wearing a condom," Emerick pointed out teasingly. Seeing the fury in her eyes, he reached over to the end table by the bed and quickly removed a small package from it. "Fine, fine, I'll stop messing around."

She breathed with some relief as he fitted the protective plastic over his penis, then settled back into position. The last thing she needed was to get pregnant on top of everything. Titus had day after remedies if necessary, but this was the better way to make sure there were no unwanted surprises.

"May I?" His voice was strained. For all his bravado, he was just as eager to begin in earnest as she was, it seemed. He was poised to enter, but he held himself back, waiting for her go ahead. She felt unexpectedly touched at the gesture, even as she was frustrated he hadn't taken the plunge.

"Please," She gasped. "I can't take it anymore!"

Obeying her, he thrust in, and the lovers found themselves on a whole new plain of ecstasy. She lost track of time as their bodies melded completely in their passions. At some point, the bonds were removed and she was free to move as she pleased. A hunger she'd never known spurred her through orgasm after orgasm, and she lost track of where she ended and where he began.

It was late into the night when their love making finally subsided. Covered in sweat and gasping for breath, Emerick pulled her into his chest and curled around her. Neither spoke a word as they lay together, basking in the afterglow. With a bittersweet sting in her mind as sleep began to overtake her, she realized she would look back on that summer night for years to come, and she'd long to do it over again.