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—I'm not referring to that type of drug, it's another one that attacks your brain in the worst way, let's go to a more private place.
—Why not here? Since you like all this shit we can do it.
"You're sick, Emily," he purrs. Very sick and it's something I didn't expect.
—I did not expect that you would not be able to play as I expected, you treat me as your conquest, not as your prey.
I move his hand away from my cheek and look back at the auction, they already have more than five hundred million euros in their pockets. My actions have nothing to do with my weakness, I am not a prude, I know that these types of men tend to order everything to make their women submissive and although I like a little of that, I am not willing to give in.
I want to get him out of his zone, I want to shake the thoughts he has about me and I know what he thinks.
Emily is boring.
Emily is fragile.
Emily is a saint I can break.
Emily will be at my mercy.
It won't be like that because I declared before coming here that he would be my challenge, not I his unless I manage to get into his game, which I'm sure I'll be able to turn around so that it ends up being my game.
His fingers run up and down my back, I don't move, I stay straight with my chin up and let him touch me. I'm trying out the movements, I'm working them out in my head as if I were him. He touches my thighs, I end up putting both legs parallel and separates them with his fingers that slip between the groove of my thighs.
I let him feel me, let him touch, let him believe that he is achieving it. He doesn't go any further, he just touches my thighs and reaches my neck where I feel his tongue. He catches my earrings between his teeth, tugs on my ear, and places a hand against my abdomen.
"You don't know how much I want to fill this body with my semen," he growls against my skin. You on your knees, tied by your legs and hands so you don't move, me going around in circles or standing behind your back to spread my semen all over your body. —Continue massaging my abdomen, moving up to squeeze my bandaged ribs—. That white-stained hair, that mouth, those tits, that abdomen covered in my sperm and you managing to reach orgasm just by feeling it fall on you.
—What is your fantasy, Salvatore?
—Right now I have to force myself to think about you because I have you at my mercy. —I smile to myself when I realize that I was right—. My fantasy is to fulfill yours to satisfy myself with what you can offer me, an exchange, I tie you up, I please you and you do the same when I bring you to orgasm. In the morning while you sleep, forcing you to wake up because my tongue is between your folds —he takes one of my breasts—. In the afternoon while you eat and I put my fingers in your pussy until you cum in front of my brothers. Or at night when you're ready to sleep and I make you stay tied up, I spank you, I don't let you sleep until I fucking feel like it and you end up cumming for getting too much.
Even though I don't want it, my body is activated, people are minding their own business enjoying their new acquisitions. The saliva gets stuck in my throat when I try to make it flow through that hard, dry tube and... I breathe, I calm down because I can't let it beat me.
Salvatore Marino has it all, he always wins in life and this moment will not be one of those days full of luck for him. He can tell me to my face that playing with him is the worst thing, it's a mistake, but he doesn't know that tempting and threatening Emily Fiore is also the worst thing you can do.
I am a woman who gets what she wants with the best techniques, I give, I receive and when I'm done I close everything.
I will do that today with Salvatore because I will be the one to show him that in life he will not always win.
"Wow, wow, what do we have here?"
From one moment to the next I already have him rubbing his fingers against my mons, he continues to go down touching the top of the dress and the pressure he exerts makes my clitoris begin to throb. I don't let myself be knocked down, I put my hand on his pants, he's ready for my game.
—I told you not to tempt me, my game could be the worst.
-Yeah?
—Yes Emily, you're not going to be able to beat me this time.
I caress his bulge trying to shift my mind to other things. I remember projects I had, talks, I remember David because his rubbing is too exciting and I don't want to cum. I can feel my vagina getting lubricated, I don't make a single grimace, I just run my fingers over his bulge.
I manage to feel its crown in my hands, the glans that throbs and I continue rubbing to make it come. He growls, clenches his jaw and continues to put more pressure on his fingers that stimulate my clitoris.
A challenge between looks.
A challenge between two beings who can be the pretty face or the bad face when they put their minds to it.
No one in their right mind would let themselves go so easily, a sweet person is always classified as the weak, fragile one who doesn't bother with anything. It is a lie because everyone in the world has something that can be criticized, pointed out and even crossed out as a possible disease.
