The idea of the Lodge was there from day 1, when Anya came to visit and ended up staying. But that was based on the nature of our relationship. When Maisie and Sophie came, it was so they could get privacy away from everyone else. They didn't specifically come up for the type of good time that I offered, but it was a happy coincidence that that was what they were looking for. It was quite some time before another girl became interested in the Lodge based on the previous events. While Maisie and Sophie established the idea of the Lodge being the secret place where anything goes, the next girl ushered in the era of how that would actually work. That girl just happened to be Emilia Clarke.

Sophie and Maisie had returned a few times before it was ever mentioned. I was perfectly content with Anya at the time, and those two were just welcome occasional visitors It was a great arrangement on its own. But, one of the times that the 4 of us were together, Sophie broached the subject.

"Hey, so...has anyone other than us been up here?" Sophie asked as she looked at Anya and me.

"No," I answered. We were sitting in the lounge, all of us on the couch, with Anya's legs draped over me. Maisie and Sophie were further down, both sitting cross-legged.

"The idea was for you to come up here to get away," Anya said, "We weren't advertising or anything."

"Yeah that's what I was thinking about. You did us a favor," Sophie continued.

"Sure," I replied. Sophie paused for a moment, seemingly deep in thought, and then snorted a laugh to herself.

"I was thinking, would you want to do another favor?" Sophie raised her eyebrows quizzically, but with a mischievous amusement.

"Oh my god," Maisie looked at her with another smirk, "You're serious?"

"What?" I asked.

"Emilia Clarke," Sophie began, "The last time we spoke to her together, we got to talking about...things. Not specific things like where we were or anything, but it was dropped that Maisie and I had a...mutual acquaintance. Emilia said she was super jealous of us, that she kinda had nothing."

"'Perpetually single' was the term she used," Maisie chimed in.

"Right," Sophie nodded in agreement, "So I just figured, maybe having a tumble up here would do her some good?"

Sophie and Maisie chortled to themselves, and I almost rolled my eyes. The Anya-Sophie-Maisie situation was one thing, but Emilia Clarke just needing to be fucked seemed the kind of unbelievable that wasn't real. Or, maybe it was the kind of unbelievable that happened because of how it seemed so impossible? My head tried to wrap around the fact that Emilia Clarke couldn't get a date, but maybe that was just it. A girl like her could have an endless number of men throwing themselves at her, so maybe having to navigate that fact just made her completely over it.

"I could see that," Anya answered with a shrug.

"Haha, should we try to get her up here?" Sophie asked with a smile, "Or at least tell her it's available?"

All three of them looked at me. I looked at Anya, but I knew she wouldn't have any objections. At this point she had laid back and watched me fuck both Maisie and Sophie several times, so she was not averse to sharing me. I finally shrugged and nodded, "Sure."

That was all that was said on the matter that night. Several weeks went by, and it had completely exited my brain at that point. But one day out of the blue, I received a text from Sophie.

"Heeeeey, sooooo, remember when I brought up Emilia coming by?"

"Yes I do." I answered back, very curious.

"...she wants to meet you."

"Seriously?"

"Yep. I brought it up at a thing I saw her at last night, and the look on her face was definitely curious. She seemed interested, but had worries. So she asked if I could arrange for you two to meet first."

"Holy shit."

"I know. So, should I tell her yes?"

"Of course you fucking should."

"Haha, k. Does tomorrow work for you?"

It did, so of course the very next day I drove down to LA. In the current days of the Lodge, this was a big no no. If I was seen out with a celeb, all it would take is 1 more sighting for people to possibly make a connection. Then who knows what would be said. Best to avoid that possibility entirely. But in the early days that rule hadn't been established yet, and this was Emilia fucking Clarke we were talking about.

I was in LA semi-regularly for work, so I wasn't bothered. Sophie had arranged the whole thing for us, and it became that Emilia and I would meet up in the middle of the day somewhere off the beaten path. To my surprise it was a bar I'd never heard of, and the whole thing was a combination of blind date and Cold War spycraft.

To ensure that Emilia would know it's me and not start talking to a random person, I was instructed to wear a bracelet that Maisie had left behind for me on one wrist. Sophie sent a picture of it, but not me (again, for cautious reasons, the same reason that would become the rule no pics could be taken at the Lodge with phones). So, I put it on, rolled up my sleeve to ensure it was visible, and made my way inside.

The place, while seeming very classy and well put together, was almost dead that time of day. A maître d' asked if I was alone, but I answered I was meeting someone as I looked around. The whole bar was split into two sections, so I made my way further inside. The booths and tables were mostly empty, until I got to the back room. That's when I saw her.

The booths were tall so as to block one booth from looking into another, but sitting at the edge of one, visible to me, was Emilia. My brain registered instantly, and as I started to walk to her, I saw her eyes shift down and notice the bracelet. She was slouching in the booth, but immediately perked up as she saw me approach. A bored expression shifted into a happily surprised one, with her eyebrows lifting, her eyes widening, and then smile flashing across the room like a beacon to me.

I closed in and got a good look at her. Her long, brown hair was let down, she had on a black jacket with a white shirt underneath, and from what I could tell under the booth, very tight jeans, and high heels. Emilia stood up as I finished my approach. Her smile had changed into something of an amused grin as she looked at me, and the next thing I know both her hands were on my arms.

"Hello," Emilia said as she leaned in and gave me a greeting kiss on the cheek. She pulled away and looked at me, but her hands stayed on my arms a moment. Then she gave them a squeeze, looking at my chest as she did. She was sizing me up. Even with her heels, I was much taller than her.

"Obviously I didn't think those two would have bad taste, but," Emilia smirked again as her fingers felt my shoulders, "Yeah."

The two of us slid into the booth at that. Emilia already had a drink, something with gin and lime-garnished. I ordered a whiskey as we started to talk.

"Sophie could've just sent me your picture ahead of time," Emilia started, "That would've done it for me."

"I think she's scared of being hacked," I answered, "I would be too if I was her. The amount of selfies she takes in the shower is very high."

Emilia laughed, "I wasn't planning on doing that."

"What were you planning on doing?"

Emilia laid it all out. Dating in her social circle was problematic as it was. Men either were trying to date her for bragging rights, or they got too attached and made it awkward for her to go on extended filmshoots. Or at least that was her experience so far.

"So really, I was just hoping to go somewhere and have some fun," she concluded.

"That can be arranged," I answered, triggering that perfect smile of her's once more.

"Ok, so tell me, what kind of fun can I have up there? Sophie and Maisie were mum on the details," Emilia spoke quietly, looking at me with a more serious gaze. But one eyebrow was still slightly raised, showing her curiosity.

"Depends on what you like," I answered. "Do you like swimming?"

"Maybe," Emilia shrugged coyly.

"Private sauna?" I went on. Emilia raised her eyebrows and nodded slightly, nodding with another tease.

"Private room where I can guarantee you won't be bothered?"

"Oh?" At this Emilia leaned forward, putting her head in one hand, "What happens there?"

"What do you like?" I asked, pointing the question with a slight grin cracking in my expression.

Emilia smirked, and looked up at the ceiling in thought. Her expression seemed even more amused as she ran her tongue slightly along her top lip a moment.

"I like lots of things," she said quietly. That's when I felt it, Emilia's hand under the table going onto my thigh, "It's just that Maisie and Sophie were mum on the...details."

"They liked lots of things, too," I said as I looked at her. Emilia's eyes turned back to me, and her hand ran slowly back and forth on my thigh.

"Such as?" She asked, a tiny smirk staying on her lips.

"Both of them love being eaten out," I said, barely above a whisper.

"Mhm," Emilia said, looking more amused.

"Both of them love sucking cock," I said matter-of-factly.

"Obviously," Emilia said, hitting each syllable hard.

"Both of them love watching the other take it. Hard," I said, emphasizing the last word.

"Ahh, see that's where I'm curious," Emilia disappointingly took her hand off my leg and folded her hands together. "There are lots of things I like, but they go behind being pounded hard and sucking a cock."

"Trust me when I say that's not all I do," I said quietly. Anya could attest to my more soft, giving nature, but I didn't think bringing anyone else up was a good idea at that moment.

"What else do you do?" Emilia said with a curious glance, her eyes scanning me up and down. I took another drink, taking my time to pause, and then looked at her.

"Obviously, you want something more intense, more thoughtful, or you wouldn't be bringing up looking for something so specific. You want someone to go over every inch of you. You've been admired, but you want someone to restrain themselves long enough to admire you the way you want. You want someone to worship you like a queen? You want to feel like every inch of skin you show is a treasure? You want someone to caress every part of you with their fingers and their lips before you even touch them? That's me."

There was a pause that felt like minutes passing by as Emilia and I stared at each other. I could feel heat in my ears, either from the drink or from how Emilia was looking at me. Finally Emilia straightened her hands and slowly put them on the table, before leaning in closer to me.

"Ok, you got me. That's exactly what I want," Emilia said confidently. But then, she slid one of her hands forward towards mine. "At first. But here's the other thing. When I said I liked a lot of things I wasn't lying. So yes, I want to be worshiped like it's a gift I'm even in the room, but then, I want the same kind of affection, only with me tied up and held down while you do it."

She took one of my hands in her own, and then brought it to her other wrist, making a show of my fingers locking around it. Then she flashed her eyes up at me with an armor-piercing look.

"So, can you do both those things?"

I moved my hand on Emilia's wrist, taking her other arm and putting them together. With one hand, I gripped both her wrists and held them together, slowly picking my drink back up and taking another sip. Emilia watched my hands hold her arms down, and then she flashed a closed-mouth smile at the sight of it, and nodded.

"Of course I can use more than my hands to do it like that," I said as I released her arms. Emilia kept her hands on the table, raising her eyes back to me again. Her expression changed into a pleasantly flirtatious look, and then she cracked into another tiny smile.

"Alright," she said, bluntly.

"Alright?" I asked, also fighting back a grin.

"I'm in," she said.

"Wonderful," I said quietly, looking right at her.

"So how is this going to work?" she asked. She bit her lip after she said it, like she was waiting for an order.

"You get up to the house as soon as you can," I said with an amused sense of urgency to my voice. I dropped one of my hands down below the table, putting it on her thigh this time. Emilia looked down at her lap at me doing it, but said nothing.

"I want to do this right," she began. She paused and reached down, putting her own hand on mine before speaking again, "There's a few things I'd like to get first, so I'll come up Friday night."

I nodded slowly, suddenly a bit anxious that I couldn't take her back with me right now. Emilia seemed to sense that, or at least she felt something similar, because she began to tease by pulling my hand to her inner thigh.

"But until then," she began, leaning in closer, "Where can we go right now?"

"You're serious?"

"Yeah," she whispered in a light, teasing voice, "Just a quick preview."

My mind raced, trying to think of something. Hotel nearby? Bathroom of this bar? Back in the alley? Emilia didn't seem the type for something to happen in any of those.

"Does your car have tinted windows?" Emilia asked, eyebrows raised.

"By an odd coincidence, it does," I said as I gave her a smirk.

There was a silent pause as we stared at each other again, each of us daring the other to back out. Neither of us did. Emilia instead just bit her lip, and then finished her drink.

"Pick me up out front," she said, eyebrows raised suggestively.

I did. Calmly leaving the bar, I rushed back to my car further up the street. After catching my breath a moment, I started the car and pulled back up in front of the bar. With the window cracked just enough for her to see in, I waited there, double-parked. Emilia emerged from the bar and nonchalantly walked to the car. She entered without a word and sat back as I pulled away.

"Where to?" I asked, turning to look at her a second.

"Wherever works," she said, running her fingernails lightly along my arm.

I quickly got off the busy street to a side street. I knew the area somewhat well, and a couple minutes later I found a multi-level parking garage a little off the beaten path. It was quiet as I pulled in, and as we approached the top level there were fewer and fewer cars, and not a single person in sight. I pulled into a space in the far corner of the top level, where the view out the windshield was of buildings too low to see up to us, and the view around us was empty garage.

"This works," I said, unbuckling my seatbelt and turning to her.

She said nothing in response, but instead she started to lean in towards me. Both her hands reached out and went to my face, sliding her fingers over my cheeks and pulling me into her as I leaned in as well. Our mouths met with a slow press, and her full pouting lips pressed against mine as she let out a quiet "mmm."

We kissed again, as soft as before, and then a third time where I felt Emilia's tongue slip out just enough to enter my mouth. We kissed a little wider, and her tongue licked the tip of mine. I reached one hand across to her seat, and let it come to rest on her thigh, sliding it along her tight jeans and beginning to feel the curve of her leg.

Emilia shifted as we kept kissing, lifting her leg and allowing my hand to slide underneath it. I pulled her a little upward as I felt the back of her thigh and then slid my hand up higher onto her ass. It wasn't the best angle to grab, but I could still feel how perfectly thick it was. Emilia let one hand run down my chest, and then grabbed a handful of my shirt. She pulled me towards her and we started to kiss harder, faster, getting into it like we both knew the other needed it.

Hands started to move more freely. I gripped her leg and reached back around to her ass to grip it as hard as I could through her jeans, while Emilia kept pulling on my shirt and sliding her hand across my stomach, until her hand finally moved down and began to feel my cock through my pants.

Her eyes dipped down as her fingers felt the bulge hardening, and she stared down at it a moment. She tightened her fingers around it where she could as she tried to actively fight the cloth blocking her way. After losing, she began to just run her fingers along the outline of my shaft, and leaned in to kiss again. Thinking it was only fair, I started to slide my hand down between her thighs. Even though she had jeans on, I could tell from her reaction that she felt something as I ran my fingers on her pussy through them.

Emilia gave several more hard, almost sloppy kisses where her tongue ran along my lower lip, and then she leaned back. With a very delightful smile, she thumped her hand on the gear shift and the center console of the car.

"This is in the way," she laughed. After a quick glance to the back seat, she leaned in to kiss me one more time, and then worked to maneuver herself between the seats to the backseat. She laughed as she slid her head through and then slithered her legs next, and then landed in the back seat with an awkward flop. She laughed again and fixed her hair, before patting on the backseat next to her.

I reached down and pulled the lever to move the passenger seat up as far as I could. It gave me enough room to squirm my way into the backseat as well, which I very much needed being much taller than Emilia. She giggled as I made my way into place, and then grabbed me again. I sat back as Emilia shifted onto her knees and leaned her body on top of mine. She pressed her lips onto mine again while I reached back to grab her ass with both hands this time.

Emilia hummed a tiny moan of approval as I grabbed her ass, while her tongue slid back into my mouth. I felt her hands move again, and she shook her back as she tried to get her jacket off in the slightly cramped space. I reached up to help, pulling it off her shoulder and down her arms, leaving her in the short-sleeved white shirt she had on underneath. It was quite tight, emphasizing her tits even though it showed no cleavage.

After tossing the jacket back into the front, Emilia came at me again. Only this time as her lips pressed against mine, her hands went to my belt. She pulled it open with one motion, and then undid my pants with a frantic strength in her grip. One more kiss while her hands ran over the fabric one more time, and then she pulled back to watch as she pulled down my pants just far enough for my cock to spill out.

"Oh my god," she said with another bright smile. She looked at me, and then turned to look out all the windows of the car. Emilia confirmed there was noone in sight, and then she began to slide down in the seat. She pushed her legs further back and sat on her knees, leaning down again as I sat there. At the last second, she flipped her hair to one side, and gave me a perfect view of her lips parting as they slid over the tip of my cock.

"Mmmmmmmm..." Emilia moaned out as she slowly slid her mouth down the first time. She went up and then far back down twice, faster this time. Then she pulled her mouth off with a pop, looking up at me with another grin, her face partially obscured by my cock right up against it.

"You have," she started to say and then stopped to bite her lip before finishing, "A very nice cock."

"Thank you," I said with a grin of my own. I was almost throbbing from how badly those first few moves had gotten me. Emilia slid her mouth back down and I felt it again. Her tongue was working against my cock while she sucked with just the right amount of pressure. I was about to compliment her on it until she went down again, farther this time. Like it was nothing at all, Emilia pulled my cock into her throat and held her head there for several seconds. While she stayed there, one hand went to my chest. She was definitely feeling me start to breath harder while my cock stayed in her throat.
When she pulled back, her other hand went to my cock and started to lead her mouth. She would jerk downward right before her lips slid over my cock, and then pull back up as she took her lips back. The motion felt amazing, and I has to moan as she started doing it faster. Her fingers tightened on my chest slightly, digging her nails into it through my shirt.

Emilia leaned her head down and back a bit. She continued to pump her mouth back and forth, but the changed angle also allowed her to stare up at me as she did it. From the way I was breathing and the look on my face, she could definitely tell that she was doing a good job. Her eyes smiled back at me while she kept going, and she brought her other hand down to my cock as well. Now both her hands worked my shaft in tandem with her mouth. She would slide down, and then as she pulled back, squeeze and jerk my cock with both hands.

"You...are gonna-mmph," I had to stop in the middle of my sentence as Emilia sucked the tip of my cock a little harder. "I'm gonna cum really fast here."

Emilia's answer didn't take her mouth off my cock, instead she just hummed an "Mmhmm" and kept moving the same way.

I reached down with one hand and re-tucked Emilia's hair to one side, as it was in danger of falling into her face and blocking the view. At the moment, the view was half the reason I felt like I was going to cum so fast. Emilia, with her eyes closed and her mouth tight, looked so amazing bobbing her head up and down. Each time she did my cock went so deep into her mouth I could feel the back of her throat, but she took it like that didn't bother her in the slightest. I kept my hand on top of her head, just feeling the urgent rhythm in the way she moved. She could tell how close I was, and she wanted it.

She didn't have to wait long. A few more pumps of her mouth, and I started to feel it building. My hand ran through her hair and ended on the back of her head. At first I was going to guide her down farther, or faster, but then I realized that it was what she was doing at this perfect pace that had me about to blow in the first place. I dropped my hands back down onto the seat like I was dead, and leaned my head back as I felt myself about to blow. I moaned again, and looked down at Emilia at the same exact moment she looked back up at me. That moment of eye contact was it. I started to cum right as Emilia began to slide her mouth back down.

Emilia slid her mouth down farther, and as the first blast from my cock came out, it went straight down her throat. I moaned and felt how deep she had it, which made my orgasm all the stronger. Instead of pulling back up, Emilia worked her head up and down only a few inches. With where my cock was in that moment, she was basically fucking her own throat, and ensuring that every drop of my cum went straight down it. She kept it up until I quieted down, and then she let her mouth be still a moment. By the time she slid off, my cock was twitching and sending jolts up me from the sensitivity my orgasm had left me with. Emilia finally pulled her mouth off with a silent slide, punctuated with a loud, wet smack. I twitched one more time as she did it.

I panted as Emilia looked up at me with those big, bright eyes, with the added bonus of that grin raising her eyebrows. Her hands ran over my legs in an enthusiastic scratching motion until she leaned forward again.

"Your turn?" I asked as I caught my breath, "Please say it's your turn."

Emilia nodded slowly, and then we began to shuffle around each other in the backseat. She came back up to sit next to me, while I grabbed her and began kissing her again. Her hands went to her pants, undoing the tight jeans and trying to pull them down while sitting. The angle was awkward, so Emilia lifted her hips up and pulled again. Jeans and black panties started to simultaneously slide over her hips, until they became stuck at her thighs.

"Ahh, help!" Emilia laughed as she sank her hips back down into the seat. Her pants were down just far enough to tease bare hipbone, and it drove me crazy from one look. Her pale skin looked so smooth and soft, it was perfect. I slid down onto the space in the floor, partially getting on my knees, and then reached up for Emilia's pants.

I started to work them down again, forcefully pulling them around her thighs. Then I saw it, Emilia's perfect, completely smooth pussy. There was no waiting. I lifted Emilia's legs up, leaning her back in the seat, and then leaned forward. I held her legs up so the backs of her thighs were in my face, and then slid my tongue out and immediately against her pussy.

Emilia moaned and reached both her arms out, attempting to grab something to get her balance. Her head rested against the back of the seat, and she pressed one arm to the driver's seat and the other to grab the headrest above her. I started licking her pussy, coating it with long, hard strokes of my tongue. Her legs were almost together, so I couldn't get to all of it, but in that moment I just needed to taste her.

I did that for a minute or so, with Emilia giving off tiny, quiet moans while she stared down at me. Then, she adjusted herself again, flipping her body so she her top half was laying down in the seat with her legs still up. She looked at me with a grin, and then reached up to her legs. Quickly, she pulled off both of her high heels and tossed them into the front, and then reached down again for her jeans, and the panties that had been tangled up in them.

The two of us worked together, with Emilia keeping her legs raised and bent, and me yanking the jeans over her knees and then off her feet entirely. They were so tight it made for another challenge in the small space of the backseat, but soon I had them and tossed them into the front as well. Emilia shifted herself again, looking at me with a giddy look and pulling herself to lean back more comfortably. Then she spread her legs again, draping one onto my shoulder and the other onto the driver's seat. I leaned in again, and locked my mouth onto her pussy.

Emilia let out hard moan the exact moment my tongue pressed back down onto her pussy. I pushed my tongue against her and began to work it up and down, and her hips twitched a little from the start. It was likely a combination of me hitting a very good spot right away, and her being so worked up everything was amplified. I wrapped one hand around her thigh on my shoulder, and the other I laid onto her hip. While my tongue kept licking, I let my hands move along her skin, caressing her bare thigh with one and allowing the other to go up her stomach and under her shirt. Emilia felt where my hand was going and reached down as I turned my eyes up.

She reached down with one hand while the other grabbed the back of the seat behind her. With a grip and a hard pull, Emilia began to pull her shirt up over her stomach, and then higher until it revealed the black bra she was wearing. The shirt was lifted until it reached her neck, and then she left it there. I thought it was just a tease of her bra in the moment, but then she reached back down, pulling the cups of her bra down one at a time to pull out her tits.

My hand immediately went to one of her tits. I squeezed it softly, and then let one of my fingers circle around her nipple as I felt it harden. Emilia moaned and stared down at me before she gripped my hand and pulled it to her mouth. In a slow, teasing motion, she took one of my fingers in her mouth and sucked it down just like my cock. When she released it, I brought it back down to her nipple, and did the same motion with my now wet finger. Emilia smiled with delight as she felt it, and raised both her hands to hold the seat behind her.

I kept my tongue working, tasting every inch of her pussy I could. I gave it long, broad strokes with my tongue, and felt how wet she was each time. My tongue was nowhere near penetrating her pussy, but I could still tell that she was soaking wet inside, as it was starting to leak outside. Emilia kept her grip on the backseat's headrest, which was a good move as her legs started to twitch. I tightened my hand around the thigh on my shoulder, but the other leg lifted up higher. Emilia moaned again, and worked her hips the little bit she could into my face. I felt her other leg move, and saw she was lifting it higher. She had her foot pressed up against the headrest of the driver's seat in front of her.

"Mmmmm," I let out with a low hum as I pushed my tongue against her clit harder, moving my head from side to side a little as I did. It wasn't normally a part of my technique, but Emilia's pussy both tasted and felt amazing, and I was having trouble doing anything but trying to lick every inch of it as fast as possible. I refocused and moved my tongue against her clit again, licking it upward with slow, hard strokes. Emilia's hard nipple pressed against my finger as I kept touching it, and all the while Emilia stared down at me with an ecstatic smile on her face. It was like every interview clip I'd ever seen of her laughing, through the context of her loving the attention she was receiving between her legs.

Then, her facial expression shifted. Starting with her eyebrows, they went from pure joy to something else. It wasn't discomfort or anything like that, it was more the look of someone being caught off guard. Emilia breathed out a sharp, urgent moan, and her eyes widened as she stared down at me.

"Don't stop, don't stop," she whispered with all her breath. She tipped her head back, running her hands through her hair before raising them and pushing against the ceiling. "Right there, right there...there there the-OH!"

I flicked my eyes back up to her as I heard it. Her face was wide with shock, and she quickly tilted her head forward to look down at me like that. Then a wave went through her body, and I felt her tighten up. Legs and her stomach and her arms all flexed in front of me, and then she shot her head back again. She pushed it back against the headrest as the wave rode through her, and transformed her expression back into the gleeful joy she was showing before. Only now she was starting to scream out hard, shape moans.

One of her hands clasped mine on her nipple as she started to orgasm. The other hand pushed against the roof of the car above her, while her leg went down from the seat to wrap around my face. Her soft, creamy thighs pressed against me as her body twitched in the seat. She continued moaning, loud "UNH" noises that echoed inside the closed-off car, and probably would be heard outside of it easily. Slowly, she came down, getting quieter until her moans were just hard breathes that she tried to catch. I kept licking, still wanting more of her sweet, perfectly smooth pussy.

I looked up at her and saw her staring up at the ceiling, mouth hanging open as she tried to catch her breath. I was still slowly licking her, and it was only when I put my tongue low and licked all the way back up to her clit that she jolted back to life. She looked down at me with a grin, releasing my face with her legs and reaching down with her hands.

"You better stop before I decide I need another one and don't let you," she said with a smile as she pulled me up by the hair. I leaned back up, lifting myself just high enough to put my lips on her's again. That went a little further, with Emilia tasting her own pussy on my mouth.

"I'd give you another one right now if you wanted," I said quietly, our lips barely pulled apart.

"I could also have you fuck me just like this right now if I wanted," she said, grazing her lips along mine. That was when I realized that the angle I had pulled myself into brought me right between her legs. Not only that, my cock was still out, and I was still hard from watching her orgasm. I slowly started to move my hips forward, just ready for my cock to find her dripping wet pussy and easily slide in.

"But I don't," Emilia said, putting her hand down onto my chest and pushing me back in a painful tease. "Not right now. We need to save something for our actual time together."

The two of us acrobatically got ourselves back in order in the car, with Emilia's jeans being the most difficult part (well, after convincing my cock that we were done without fucking Emilia at the moment). We eased ourselves back down, and then eventually drove out of the garage. I took Emilia back to her hotel, and she told me that she would come up the next evening, as she had an appearance to make tonight, and then some preparations to make tomorrow. When I asked what that meant, she just said "You'll see." I begrudgingly watched her walk away, almost desperate to follow her up to that hotel room, especially when she turned to look at me one more time. I drove back home and put all my energy into preparing the house for the next night.

There wasn't much to do, really. The room that Sophie and Maisie had more or less claimed as their own was still a functioning guest room, and was clean and ready for anyone else to use. Noting what Emilia had back at the bar, I made a tiny liquor shelf arrangement on the dresser with those things front and center. After that, it was just a matter of primping the room up for someone of Emilia's class. A few flowers on the windowsill, some fancy bubble bath in the bathroom, etc.

But, before I was done for the day, I remembered what else Emilia had said. That justified a special trip, and I found myself at a shop with a very...niche...appeal. I looked around for some time in the bondage section. Handcuffs didn't seem right for her. Neither did any of the more coarse ropes. I finally settled on a series of wide silky ribbons, and a small set of soft rope, just to be prepared. If only the girl at the counter had made conversation long enough to learn these were going to be used on Emilia Clarke. Needless to say I drove off with a cocky grin on my face.

The next day seemed to take forever. Emilia said she'd be there in the evening, and she wasn't exaggerating. I was finally alerted to a car coming up the road after the sun had already gone down. I went outside and watched the car pull up, approaching as Emilia rolled the window down.

"Helllllo," Emilia said with a mock pickup line tone. "They were not kidding when they said this place was quite posh."

I nodded in agreement as I opened the car door and offered Emilia my hand to help her out of the car, "Wait until you get inside."

Emilia waggled her eyebrows at me suggestively, "Wait until you do."

I froze and had to chuckle at the crass joke, while Emilia went to the trunk of the car. She popped it open to reveal her bags, and then went to the back seat of the car. Hanging off the roof of the car was a black zipup garment bag. The kind in which you would transport some kind of formalwear. She took that, and I grabbed her bags, and the two of us went inside.

We left her bags in the main hall, and then there was a brief tour. Emilia seemed quite pleased with the surroundings, particularly at having a hot tub and a sauna at her disposal. When we finally went to recollect her bags and bring them up to the room, Emilia's mouth went into a subtle smirk. I put her bags on the floor next to the wardrobe, and Emilia hung up her garment bag inside it. Then she turned to look at me. For a moment there was quiet, while I took another thorough look at her.

She was dressed down again, wearing a plain blue top with looser fitting black slacks. Her dark hair was let down, and she was just wearing a pair of flats on her feet.

"So," she said slowly, "I am going to...get ready. And I'm guessing you can amuse yourself until I call you?"

I nodded as I said "Whatever you say."

"Good," Emilia grinned. She waved her hand to shoo me out of the room, and then gave me a stern look. Her posture was slowly changing. She was standing up straighter, more commanding. "Until I call for you, then."

I turned and quietly left the room, shutting the door behind me. Who knows what she was actually doing when she said she was getting ready? Anya had me leave the room on occasion, but it was usually so she could surprise me with a new outfit. Emilia could be doing that. Or maybe she wanted to shower first. Who knows.

I walked the halls for a while, anxiously eyeing my phone to ensure I hadn't missed the text from Emilia calling me back. In future days, I would be able to walk into almost any room and find a girl there, ready for fun, but tonight the house was empty save Emilia and myself. So I waited.

I ended up going back to my room. If Emilia was dolling herself up, it was only fair I did the same. I changed into a nicer black button-up shirt, and a matching pair of dark pants. I debated putting on a tie, but decided against it. After re-combing my hair and a dab of cologne, I was ready. Thankfully, after that I didn't end up having to wait long. My phone vibrated in my pocket, and I checked it to find a message from Emilia reading "You can come in now." So, I made my way back to the room. When I reached the door, I paused for a moment, listening at it. I couldn't hear anything from inside. Being as quiet as possible, I turned the knob and went inside.

I found Emilia standing at the makeshift bar I had set out on the dresser. She had already fixed herself a drink, the same one she had at the bar, much to my expectation. But noticing that was an afterthought. At first I was simply struck by how she looked as she turned around to face me. To say she had primped herself up a bit was an understatement.

She had fluffed up her hair a little, making it appear larger and more unruly, when in fact the slight curl made it look more perfect. Her makeup was redone. She had given herself a smoky-eye look that emphasized the slight raise her eyebrows had as she looked back at me, her cheeks were reddened even further than before, and best of all her lips were coated in a red so dark it may as well have been black. It matched what she was wearing. What she came in with was MIA, and she stood before me wearing a black, silky robe. It delicately draped over her entire frame, teasing the curve of her breasts and the outline of her hips. It ended just below her knees, and just below her elbows. She had it tied at the waist, but there was the barest hint of cleavage as the robe parted slightly at her chest. As I scanned down and looked to her legs, I saw she was wearing a pair of black high heels to top the whole outfit off.

I stood there a moment to just take in the sight of her. She deserved to have 10,000 pictures taken of her in that moment, and for a second I felt it was almost a shame that only I would be able to see her that way. I started to walk towards her, while she stared me down and took another sip from her drink.

"You look absolu-" I was cut off.

"Ah-ah," Emilia tut-tutted me with one finger as she lowered her glass. That finger was then pressed against my lips as she stared me down with a very serious expression on her face. "From this point forward until I say so, your mouth is for whatever I say it is only."

I nodded in agreement with a very amused smirk on my face. What the fuck else did I need to say when she could just tell me what she wanted me to do?

"Put on some music," Emilia instructed, "Something light."

I nodded again and turned to walk towards the dresser. There was a tiny speaker system on it, which I switched on as I scrolled through my phone to find a playlist. I settled on a soft jazz playlist and hit play before leaving my phone next to the speaker. The music started, and slow, big-band music started to play.

"Good," Emilia said with her back to me. She had moved across the room and stopped in front of a tall mirror. "Now come here."

I crossed the room and approached her from behind. Emilia was admiring herself in the mirror and sipping from her drink, but turned her gaze to my reflection. As I got closer, I was fixed on her lipstick, and the tiny amount that had rubbed off on her glass. It put so many images into my head of seeing it rubbed off on my cock. I snapped myself back to the moment, remembering to only do what she said. Emilia lifted one hand, fluffing her hair a bit, and then outstretched her arm to the side.
"Kiss me," she said bluntly, "But only my body, and only what you can touch right now without disturbing the robe."

I said nothing in response, I just leaned in slowly towards her outstretched arm. The robe ended partway up her forearm, so I moved my lips toward her wrist as a start. Just the scent of her skin got me going, so I began to give myself the biggest tease of all time. I kissed her wrist, and then began to slowly move my mouth up her arm.

I stopped when my mouth reached the sleeve of her robe, and Emilia changed the hand of her glass, and then stretched out her other arm. I did the same there, kissing along her arm as Emilia watched me do it in the mirror. This time I kissed down toward her hand, and when I reached it she slid her hand up and ran it through my hair. That felt nice on its own, but then I felt her fingers tighten in my hair. Again she said nothing, but then I felt a tug downward.

I followed her motion, and lowered myself down. On my knees, I looked down at the bottom of the robe. Being behind her like this I was so close to her ass, and wanted nothing more than to grab it with both hands. But that wasn't what she said. I leaned down, and got my mouth to her legs. Her calves were tightly flexed from the high heels she was wearing, which really let me see how perfectly shaped she was.

I kissed along her calves, front and back one at a time. They were perfectly smooth, and also had the slightest scent and taste of something fruity and sugary (Emilia must've loved body butter). With my head turned, I leaned in and tried to get the slightest glimpse up her robe. I kissed higher, and then looked up at Emilia again. She stared at me with a pleased look on her face, and then reached down again.

Her fingers went through my hair again, in an affectionate stroke, and then went to her robe. Emilia ran her fingers over the silk covering her thigh, and then slid her fingers into the folded gap in the robe. Transfixed, I stared as she moved it, and carefully revealed one of her thighs and nothing more.

I leaned up, beginning to kiss every inch of her thigh that I could see. Emilia watched me with a tiny smile on her face. I kept kissing, and without thinking I began to run my hands up her calf and onto her thigh. When my fingers reached the same part of her thigh that I was kissing, Emilia raised her eyebrows. I caught myself and dropped my hands back down to the floor.

"I'll allow it," Emilia said. Then she quickly swished the robe back over her thigh. "But if you're going to touch, start here." She raised her arm and rubbed the area where her shoulder met her neck.

I stood back up and re-positioned myself behind her. Both my hands reached out, and I set my fingers into the muscle she gestured to. I let my hands dig into it firmly but gently, and began to massage the muscle as she stood there. Emilia closed her eyes and heaved a sigh of relief, dropping both her arms to her sides and standing still.

"Oooh, that is nice," Emilia weightlessly rolled her head from side to side, and for a moment she seemed content to just enjoy the neck rub. But then she straightened up again and said, "More of that later, go back to kissing."

I kept my hands where they were, but leaned in closer behind her. Maneuvering my mouth under and through her hair, I started to kiss the back of her neck. Burying my face in it gave me a very closeup smell of her hair, which smelled fruity in the greatest way. My lips moved around from the back, dipping down lower and then going along to the side.

I carefully took one finger and brushed Emilia's hair back to expose more of her neck, and continued to kiss along it, and down to the very small space of her shoulder that was exposed. Emilia reached up with one hand, and pulled her robe to the side off her shoulder. It gave me a few more inches of skin to kiss, so I did.

Emilia reached back, and her hands felt down my arms until they found my own. Without a word, she brought my hands to her hips. I felt through her robe to her hips, and then slowly to her waist. The silk of the robe let my hands smoothly run over her body, but it still let me feel the hourglass shape of her waist.

I continued to kiss her neck as my hands started to move. Then I felt her moving her hands again, and took a look in the mirror in front of us. Emilia reached up to the sash of her robe, and slowly pulled the loose tie free. Then she let it drop, and the robe fell open. I pulled my mouth from her neck and stared in the mirror. Under the robe, Emilia was wearing a black, strapless bra that draped lace across her breasts and further down onto her ribs. Below that, she had on matching black lace panties that were almost see through in the front, and lacey enough that I could see the skin of her hips they were draped over.

"Do what you want," Emilia said, "Take nothing off until I say so."

I went around to the front of Emilia again, locking eyes with her and then lowering myself down. She watched me go back to my knees, and we kept eye contact as I leaned back in. This time I lead with my hands by putting them on her thighs and then slowly sliding them back around. Her legs were so smooth, and just from her standing in heels I could feel the slight flex of her muscles with my fingers.

My lips went back to her skin, beginning to kiss up her thighs one at a time. I moved upward, and was so close to her panties that it took every ounce of willpower I had to not pull them aside for just one taste of her pussy. I moved on to her hips, kissing up them as my hands ran up her legs and over her ass. I took a firm squeeze of her ass without seeing it, and realized just how much of her ass was revealed by her panties. My fingers ran along the fabric of them and then back around to the front.

I let my fingers lead, and began to kiss up her stomach. Emilia stared down at me as I moved my hands to her back and freely slid them around. Then I began to stand back up, kissing up her stomach and ribs, and then coming to her cleavage. Emilia tipped her head back as I kissed along the top of each of her breasts, letting out one quiet "Mmmm" as she felt it.

"Now you may take off the bra," Emilia said without opening her eyes.

I did as she said, reaching my hands to her back by sliding them around her stomach and then up. The robe stayed on, which made it lucky that she was wearing a strapless bra. Or maybe that was her intention? Either way, with my lips still lightly kissing along her cleavage, I unhooked the bra from behind. Carefully, I held it at each end, and then slowly let it come away from her chest. Emilia said nothing as I lowered it down and revealed her perfect tits that were framed nicely by the dark silky material of the robe.

I dropped the bra onto the floor, and put my hands back on her. Starting at her stomach, I slid them back up to her ribs and then to her breasts. I let my hands go to each of her breasts and softly touched each one, caressing the shape of them with my palms while I let my lips kiss lower. She still said nothing, so I continued. A few more teasing kisses down, and then I slid my tongue out onto her nipple.

"Mmmm," Emilia vocalized as my tongue circled her nipple. I moved my mouth to her other nipple and did the same, and that's when I felt Emilia's fingers rake through the back of my hair. Her nipple was getting hard in my mouth. I closed my lips around it while I continued to move my tongue against it, and Emilia gave my head the slightest pull closer into her. She let out another sigh that was almost a moan. I continued licking one nipple while my hand went to the other, rubbing the pad of one finger along it. They were both hard at this point, and I could feel the tiny details of it with the tip of my finger. Emilia tightened her fingers in my hair and then gave a light pull. I moved at once, taking my mouth off her and leaning back.

"Now," Emilia started, holding me by the hair, "Go lower. Take your time. Leave the robe."

At once, I moved myself back into her. This time my hands started at her stomach and my lips began to kiss between her breasts before I moved down. I was making sure to really take my time now. My fingers ran over the material of her panties, going over the sides of her hips and then around her ass, while my mouth kissed back down her stomach. When I reached her panties, I began to kiss along the top of the fabric. Top lip touching skin and bottom lip touching fabric.

Underneath her robe, my hands slid back to her ass, running along it slowly and feeling the perfect shape. That, combined with how smooth she was, kept my hands locked in place there for some time, while my mouth kept teasing. I kissed along the top of her panties, then to the side, then down her hip and back to her thighs. Finally, I reached behind her, and slid my fingers up until they felt the band of her panties. I pressed them gently into her skin as I slid up, and my fingers went directly under the fabric.

Emilia closed her eyes, enjoying the sensation with a barely visible smile on her lips. I slid my fingers under her panties, along the band from the back to the front. It pulled them out just far enough to tease more of her smooth skin. I brought my lips back up, and placed them directly above the fabric. Then, I curled my fingers up in the fabric, and gave one tiny pull.

Emilia's panties slid down barely an inch. But it was enough for me. I began to kiss again, this time on the freshly revealed skin right above her pussy. I pulled more, now taking the panties down further, folding the band down and starting to flip the rest of them over themselves. I kissed a few more times, taking care not to touch her pussy directly yet. I continued kissing as the panties slid down her legs, finally ending with them around her ankles, and my hands on her calves.

I felt her fingers take me by the hair again, and pull me back. Emilia stepped one high heeled foot out of her panties, and then the other.

She kept me a few inches away from her as she looked down at me. Her eyes were intensely staring at me now, her brow the slightest bit lowered in focus. I didn't move an inch. While her fingers stayed locked in my hair, she began to turn around. I turned my eyes to get a glimpse of her perfect pussy, but it was quickly out of sight as the robe swished along with her. Emilia released me and began slowly walking toward the bed.

I stayed there, on my knees, and watched as Emilia took exaggerated steps forward. She crossed one high-heel in front of the other, slowly teasing the movements of her legs as her heels sank into the carpet. She reached up, and raised her hands to fluff her hair one time. With the robe she was wearing I couldn't see any of her aside from her calves and her heels, but it was so thin and silky that the outline of her hips would have been noticeable even if I was peeking through the keyhole of the room. Finally she reached the end of the bed, turned, and slowly sat down. She let the robe hang open, which gave me a nice view of her tits again, but as she settled into place she crossed one leg over the other.

Emilia leaned forward, resting her elbow on her crossed leg, and her head in her hand. For a moment she just stared at me, with a very hungry look on her face. Then she swayed her head to the side a bit, as if we were having an inquisitive conversation through the complete lack of words. Her expression cracked into a sly smile, and she beckoned me forward with her other hand.

I got up and walked toward her, putting myself right back down on my knees in front of her. Emilia stayed silent for a moment, staring at me with one eyebrow raised. Her legs were still closed, and she gave no indication to do anything otherwise. So, I went right back to what I was doing before. I leaned forward and began to kiss up and down her leg in front of me.

The smooth skin of her calves was against my lips while my hands ran up and along her thighs. Since she was sitting I couldn't quite grab her ass, but my hands definitely glided onto the side of it along her hips. There was a beat where I looked up at her as she shifted, and then she stretched out her crossed leg, sticking it straight out. I turned my head and immediately kissed up it from her ankle (noting how good those heels looked on her) up to her thigh.

"You're going to keep this kissing every inch of me up, right?" She said with one exaggerated raise of her eyebrows. When I silently nodded yes, Emilia smiled again, "Good. But first..."

I stayed where I was as Emilia lifted her outstretched leg and slowly moved it over my head. She scooted more to the edge of the bed, and then slowly parted her legs in front of my face. I began to lean in towards it, completely lost in the moment and remembering just how sweet it tasted yesterday. But, I was stopped partway there as Emilia lifted one leg and stopped me with one high heel pressed against my shoulder.

"Sloooooowly," she said with a tease in her voice, "This isn't your car, we're not rushing anything this time."

Again there was no need for me to respond, because her saying that snapped me back to the reality where I remembered I want to have my mouth touching her body as long as possible. I turned my head and began to kiss her ankle again. Emilia gave an approving smile and took her heel off my shoulder, allowing me to begin kissing up her leg again. When I reached her inner thigh, she set her foot down, spreading them open again and firmly planting her heels in the carpet. My mouth went up her inner thigh, then to the other thigh, and then I leaned in and began to kiss the area directly above her pussy. Then I kissed beside it, teasing the entire thing by moving my lips in a half circle around it. I glanced up at Emilia as I did, and I saw her glaring down at me with a sudden intensity. Right as I leaned in again I felt both of her hands rake through my hair. Then, her grip tightened, and I felt her pull me in.

My mouth went to her pussy, guided by both Emilia's hands. I opened my mouth to let my tongue emerge at the last second, and the first thing I felt was her perfect pussy lips against it, before I pressed my mouth to it as well. I gave the entire thing one long, deep lick, splitting her lips just a bit as I pressed my tongue in. Emilia's opening was dripping wet, and the taste of it stayed on my tongue the whole way up. When I got to the top, I locked my lips around my tongue and gave her clit a deep kiss.

Emilia let out a low, breathy moan as she felt it. I started slow, licking from the bottom to the top several times. It was agonizingly slow for me, as I wanted to start feasting on her as much as possible right away, but Emilia's reaction told me to keep going. Every lick prompted a long buildup where she slowly breathed in, and then let it out with a moan as I pushed my tongue into her clit at the end.

Emilia's fingers began to lessen their grip in my hair, and I began to lick a little faster. My strokes went up her pussy to her clit a few more times. Then I paused a moment, licking my lips before I pushed in again. I kissed my lips around Emilia's clit and kept my tongue in the center, letting that press against it directly again. Emilia's hands let go of me, and she rested her hands on the bed.

When I began to go faster, she leaned back a bit. Bracing herself with her hands behind her, the new pose allowed Emilia's tits to be perfectly on display as I glanced up at them. It only encouraged me to go faster with my tongue. I eagerly ran it from side to side over her clit, and a few times up and down her lips again. I tasted exactly how wet she was again, and got another idea. One hand reached up, and without her realizing beforehand, I began to slide one finger into Emilia's pussy.

She gasped, sucking her stomach in as she felt something penetrate her pussy, then she moaned hard as I slid it into her further. She was so wet that my finger went in deeper than I anticipated, leaving my up to my knuckle with one push. I curved my finger inside her, essentially rubbing it along her inner wall. Then I pulled it out, and after pulling my tongue away, I began to rub the tip of my finger onto Emilia's clit in a hard pressured circle. She moaned harder, and louder now. Her breathing was getting faster, causing her to jerk around a little. As I glanced up I saw that her robe has fallen down one shoulder slightly, revealing decolletage above her perfect breasts.

Her fingers locked onto my wrist and pulled my hand up, taking my slippery finger away from her pussy. Emilia took it up into her mouth in one motion, sucking her pussy taste off it and then dropping it back down. I put both hands on her thighs and began to eat her pussy faster, getting into a heavy tongue rhythm that focused right on her clit.

Emilia's breathing got faster, and occasionally she peppered in an "ahhh" or "mmm" that floated out of her throat like a moan. Then she began to get quiet, breathing silently. But I watched her arms as they braced her torso upward. They were starting to bend, lowering her down onto the bed. Her eyes closed, and after a hard moan, I saw it.

"Mmmmmf," Emilia flopped back onto the bed, leaving her legs to dangle off it while she laid back. Her hips began to twitch, her back arched a little, and she began to squirm on the bed, made easier with the silky fabric of the robe between her and the duvet. Then a great twitch of her hips lifted her thighs up just a little, and as my tongue flicked against her clit hard and consistently, Emilia began to moan harder. I could feel it just as it started, and Emilia began to cum.

"Ahhhh, ahhhhhh, ohhhhhhh," Emilia moaned out. It was like a song, each note accompanied by several twitching movements of her body. Her legs shook into my shoulders from beside me. Her hips lifted up a little, and her head rolled back and forth on the bed.

One more massive twitch accompanied by a moan that was almost a yelp, and Emilia's heels lifted and kicked sideways into my shoulders. I stopped and looked up. Emilia had lifted her head off the bed and looked down at me, panting with her mouth open. I stopped my tongue and looked back up at her. Emilia bit her lip and sat up in place. As she did, she reached down for me, grabbing the shoulder of my shirt and pulling me into a standing position. As I stood up, Emilia immediately pulled me into a bend so I could kiss her. Her hands gripped my shirt roughly, and she lifted her legs up from the floor to brace them against either side of me. Her tongue slid into my mouth, and circled the outside of my lips, gleefully tasting herself before she let me go.

"Do that again," she said as she pushed my shoulders down further. I stayed stood up, but bent down to lower myself back to her pussy. Emilia lifted her legs up higher, spreading them and bending her knees. Her fingernails gripped the back of her thighs to keep them upright, and her high heels shone in the light coming from above the bed. The position gave me the most perfect look at her glistening pussy, I again didnt need to take her orders to want to go down on her again.

Emilia moaned and kept her legs held up as I began to dance my tongue across her pussy at this new angle. With how she was spreading her legs, it made it all the easier for me to let my tongue slide on every direction on her pussy. I went all over, taking in her taste, before I began to use my hands as well.

I set both hands to work, sliding a finger from one inside Emilia and using my thumb on the other to pull the skin above Emilia's pussy a bit. It made her clit the slightest bit more exposed, and the deep moan she let out as I started licking it like that came from the pit of her stomach. I focused on her clit with the tip of my tongue, keeping it pressed against it and giving tiny flicks on it. Meanwhile my finger was slowly curving up inside her pussy, rubbing her inner walls on the other side of her clit to apply more pressure.
Emilia moaned and laid back in place. More than once I caught her lifting her head to look down at me, likely just to see what I was doing. She was louder than before, her moans and breath getting more frantic and more frequent after only a couple minutes of taking it. But she kept her legs up like that the whole time, holding that perfect pose.

"Right there, yeah that's it," Emilia moaned and dropped her head back onto the bed, "Ohhh right there, yeah I'm gonna...AH!"

Emilia let out a moan that was almost operatic at first. She belted out a loud note of a cry, and then began to moan several times in quick succession. I glanced up and watched her chest rising and falling rapidly. Her fingernails were dug into her thighs, and I saw her feet shaking just a bit as her pussy rolled another orgasm through her entire body.

When her orgasm stopped, Emilia began to roll over on the bed. I stood up straight again. My head was swimming. The taste of her pussy was still coating the outside of my mouth, and my cock was as hard as could be while I was still wearing pants. I watched as Emilia rolled onto her stomach, and then lifted herself a bit onto all fours. At first it seemed like she may be crawling further onto the bed, but instead she raised herself up as she sat on her knees, her robe falling down to cover her back and her ass again.

One hand swished her hair from her face as she turned and looked back at me. Our eyes locked, and Emilia stared as she tried to catch her breath. Then she started to bend over again. She lowered herself down, sticking her ass up into the air as she rested her head and shoulders on the bed. Her heels stuck out as she lifted her feet slightly. Then, one hand reached back and pulled her robe up. The silk slid3 up her back until it revealed her revealed her ass, and then she let it fall back down on either side of her waist, framing it like an open curtain to a window.

"Can I have one more?" Emilia said, out of breath, almost dazed. "Please?" The instructional queen was gone. She forgot to command. The domineering look in her eye was gone, and now there was just a pleading for more as she looked back at me.

I hooked both hands around her thighs and leaned down again. I didn't waste time teasing or doing anything else, I just gripped tightly and shoved my face back into her pussy. My head went up and between her thighs as my mouth locked onto her pussy and rapidly began licking downward, dragging my tongue up her pussy starting with her clit. My entire view was just her ass, but I could hear Emilia begin to moan again.

"Unh, unh, unnnnh," Emilia squeaked out several moans as my tongue worked her pussy. It almost sounded like she was losing her voice, but then she let it drop back down with a hard breath and one "Fuck!"

I let my tongue work down her pussy, starting at her clit. My tongue stroked it every time, and the way I was positioned allowed me to keep my tongue pressed against it and simultaneously lick the rest of her pussy. The opening of her pussy was right up against my upper lip, so I took one of my hands off her thighs, and reached down to it from above. Two of my fingers dipped back into her pussy, teasing the opening but not outright shoving them inside her. Emilia moaned again in a way that sounded almost like a laugh, and her hips shook a little as the new sensation was added.

I kept my tongue working at it, curving it up and into her clit with every movement, while the rest of my mouth hung open to at least get my lips onto as much of her pussy as possible. My fingers ran in a circle on the opening of her pussy, teasing the outside and occasionally pressing inside her just a little. Even though my view of the rest of her was blocked by her ass I could feel the movements Emilia was making. She was laying shoulders and face down on the bed, but her arms were moving back and forth on the bed. Fingernails were scraping across the duvet, and occasionally I would see her grip it with both hands. And sometimes her moans would go straight into the fabric, muffling a loud cry.

"Ahhh, that's it, yes yes yes I'm gonna cum, yes!" Emilia cried out again. The sound went straight at me as Emilia moved her head upside down in order to see underneath her to what I was doing. She pushed herself up just high enough to peak, and see my jaw sticking out between her legs, and one of my hands around her thighs. She screamed again, and then lifted her head back up. Her back arched, and she craned her neck to look up at the ceiling. I kept licking as she orgasmed again, her body rolling gently as she pushed her ass into my face a few times.

Emilia stopped her movements, and then slowly let herself down, flattening herself onto the bed and laying on her stomach a moment. Again, I stood up and watched her. Emilia took slow, controlled breaths, obviously trying to regain her composure. All I could do was stare down at her a moment, and admire the sight of her ass as her robe did not fully fall back down to cover it. Emilia brought one hand up to her hair and ran her fingers through it, swishing the puffed up strands back and out of her face. Then she began to roll over again.

There was a silence between us as Emilia moved, but the soft music was covering it with a quiet brass band dance-tune. Emilia shifted and came back to the edge of the bed, sitting and dangling her legs off it again as she looked up at me. Her attitude had completely at this point. The serious, almost steely look she had gave me when she was first issuing orders was gone. Now her eyes looked up at me with an eagerness that wasn't there before. Or at least, she was acting like it wasn't there before. Her face scrunched into a closed-mouth smile as she reached for my shirt again. With both hands at my chest, she pulled me down for a kiss.

Our lips locked, and stayed that way. The first kiss was long, and the second one was heavy on Emilia opening her mouth. I believe I felt her tongue running around my mouth to likely taste herself again. Then we began to kiss faster, more freely and passionately. Emilia's hands released my shirt, and then went straight for my pants. Her fingers urgently grabbed my belt, undoing it and letting it hang open. Then she fumbled for the waist of my pants, pulling the button free and then pulling the zipper so hard she might have broken it. After that, both her hands went to the waistband of my pants and my boxer briefs, and with one fast clawing motion of her fingers, pulled them partway down. My cock sprung out immediately. I had been as hard as could be the entire time I was eating Emilia's pussy, and her pulling it free was all it needed to harden the rest of the way.

Emilia didn't even take a moment to look at it. There wasn't even a second for her to pull my pants off the rest of the way. Her legs lifted up again, and I felt one of her high heels prod me in the back of my legs, urging me forward. I followed the cue, and was further guided by Emilia's hand grabbing my cock. She pulled it closer to her, wrapping her other leg around me as she guided it between her legs by the shaft. Her breath started to get faster, exhaling through her nose sharply and forcefully. She was waiting for it. So was I. And the best part was, neither of us knew exactly when it would happen. But we felt it at the same time as the tip of my cock pressed against Emilia's pussy. I pushed forward, and Emilia's mouth opened in a gasp as the sensation first shot through her. The tip of my cock had slid straight inside her.

Emilia's mouth stayed open, but the corners of it curled up into a big smile as my cock slid deeper inside her. That first push required hardly any effort at all. Her pussy was completely soaked, and my cock was so hard that I probably could've shoved it through the door in that moment. Emilia kissed me one more time, and then and let herself pull back just enough to look down at my cock filling her pussy. Her legs pulled me into her again, slowly prompting me to start pumping my cock into her. I pulled back and slid forward again, and Emilia let out a sharp breath along with a very pleased "Ohh." She bit her lip without losing that smile, and then reached up to me again.

Both Emilia's hands went to my shirt, starting with the top button. She undid it and moved down to the next one, but her expression was distracted by me continuing to thrust into her pussy. By the time she reached the third button on my shirt, her hands were shaking. With one soft push to lower her down, I moved Emilia to lay back on the bed. As Emilia sat back on her elbows and looked up at me, I undid my shirt the rest of the way. Emilia's grin widened, biting her lip again in surprise as I took my shirt off. She reached forward with one hand, running her fingers down my chest and over my abs, and then let out an "mmm" as she felt it. Then, she laid back fully, letting both arms fall back on either side of her head and going back to breathing heavily.

Emilia released her legs from around my body, and slowly spread them. For a moment, she kept them in mid air in a Y shape as she took my cock, but then she shifted again, and rested one of her ankles on my shoulder while moving the other to the side. I took full advantage and ran both my hands down her leg as I fucked her, causing Emilia to give me a very pleased nod as my hand went lower. I started to go a little faster, pushing my cock into her all the way each time, but now I let my hand go down to her pussy as well. I took my thumb, and after allowing it to slide along my cock during a few thrusts to get it lubed up, I brought it to Emilia's clit again.

Emilia's stomach tightened up as I started to make a circle with my thumb on her clit. She leaned upward a bit, and then flopped back down onto the bed with a deeper "UNH" as her hair spilled back on the duvet. I kept the same rhythm with my thrusts, and made a consistent motion with my thumb. Emilia laid flat, moaning, but I began to feel her body twitch the same was she was before. Her foot, next to my head, was making tiny movements. The high heel resting on my shoulder rubbed against the side of my head. Her hips began to pivot back and forth, rocking into my cock almost in sync with my thrusts.

"Ohhhhooooool-eee fuck," Emilia moaned out. She bit her lip again, and closed her eyes tightly. Her whole face scrunched up again, and both her hands locked onto her hair. A few more thrusts, and Emilia began to moan louder still. But then, she had another shift. Instead of crying out in a loud scream, or a harsh moan that topped her voice, Emilia got really quiet.

"You're gonna make me cum again...ahhhh..." she said it at almost a whisper. Then her mouth hung open, and her body made tiny motions on the bed. She began rolling her hips up a little higher with each thrust, her core tightened, and her shoulders lifted off the bed a bit more.

"Ahhhh...ahhhhh...ohhhhhh..." she breathed out again and again, making quiet, almost whimpering noises as the orgasm rolled through her body. When it finally peaked, she laid her hands back on the bed again, raising them over her head and then laying flat. I was kissing her leg as she rested it on my shoulder, and it felt completely limp as she laid there.

I began to slow my thrusts down in tune with her, and then stopped entirely. Emilia first opened her eyes to look up at the ceiling, and then she turned them toward me. As if coming back to her senses, a smile spread across her face as she looked up at me. She slowly lifted herself up on the bed, and then began to scoot herself back until she was fully laying on it again. Taking her leg off my shoulder required particular effort, as she seemed a bit wobbly in the limbs. My cock was screaming at me for more, but somehow I mustered up enough willpower to not immediately follow her onto the bed. I just admired the sight of her climbing back into bed. She finally reached down, bending her leg to the side before pulling off one of her high heels. She looked up at me with, giggled slightly with a massive grin, and then reached back down to do the same to the other.

Emilia took both her heels in one hand and then leaned to the side of the bed. She released them both and allowed them to drop onto the floor with a clatter. When she reset herself on the bed, laying properly with her head actually where the pillows go, Emilia looked back to me and then beckoned me to her again. I crawled onto the bed, cock still out, but my pants only half undone. Emilia began to laugh, and crawled forward again, helping me take them off as we shuffled onto the bed. We ended up right where she was before, but with me on top of her. Emilia spread her legs and then guided my cock back into her pussy with a smile. Our eyes locked as I started to slowly fuck her pussy again, and Emilia's smile stayed on her face.

"You can talk now," she said, giving a tiny giggle.

"Oh yeah?" I said, calmly rolling my hips into her.

"Yeah," Emilia said quietly as she slid her hands up my arms, "You did as you were told. So now you can tell me, what do you want?"

"What if I wanted to stay just like this?" I said as I kept slowly pumping my cock into her.

"Yeah?" Emilia said, grin wide across her face. Her hands groped up my chest and then to the back of my head. Emilia's fingers combed through my hair leading to her pulling my face down into her own. We began kissing, soft, passionate kisses as I kept fucking her, only occasionally having to break the kiss for Emilia to let out a quiet, whimpering moan. I kept my thrusts slow. Emilia's pussy was so wet and so perfect I didn't feel the need to go any faster. She seemed to love it, wrapping both her legs around me while her hands stayed around my head. She either pulled me in so the two of us could kiss, or she kept me pulled down so she could kiss along my neck and my shoulders. More than once I felt Emilia give a gentle bite on my shoulder.

We kept at that for quite some time. Emilia's pussy felt so amazing that I purposefully slowed myself down to enjoy it longer. Had I started going faster at any point, I knew I would have came immediately. The other part of it was just the sheer enjoyment of Emilia. The entire time, she took it to another level. Her hands roaming my body as I fucked her, the way her legs wrapped around me or lifted into the air to allow me a few deeper thrusts, and the look she had on her face the entire time. The biggest smile I had every seen was on her face every time we locked eyes. It was at one of these moments it finally happened.

Emilia had one hand on the back of my neck, and the other up on my shoulder. I was slowly fucking her like I had been, but as we locked eyes again, Emilia flashed that smile at me. I stared down at her, and she bit her lip again as she looked back up at me. Then her hand moved, feeling the muscles of my shoulder and then down my chest. Once it reached my stomach, Emilia moved it to my hip. At first it seemed like she was just feeling the motion, but then I felt her give the slightest pull on my hip. She bit her lip and gave an encouraging grin as she did it, and I found myself starting to go faster without thinking. Emilia noticed, and let out an "Ohh" as she felt my cock start to slide in faster. Her reaction made me keep up the speed, and within a minute I felt it.

This time it was my expression that changed. Emilia noticed, and kept doing exactly what she was doing. I felt it building from deep inside me. Eating Emilia's pussy for so long and then practically tease-fucking her had made my cock go a lot longer without cumming than usual, and it was leading to a very intense orgasm.

"Where do you want to cum?" Emilia asked, excitement flashing in her eyes, "You want me to swallow it again like yesterday? You want it on my tits? My face?"

"Can I just keep doing this?" I said with a smirk of my own. Emilia's mouth dropped open into a gasp of surprise, and then her hands clasped back onto my face. She pulled me back down to her, and our lips locked together again as I got closer to cumming. I was thrusting my cock in harder now, but it was still slow enough that I could pull almost all the way out of her pussy before I shoved it back in.

We kept kissing, but Emilia began to run her hands all over me again. Down my chest to my abs, and then she held them there to feel me thrusting into her. Then, I felt her legs caressing up my own, and then against my hips, before she slowly wrapped them around my waist again. We stopped kissing just long enough for her to flash one more smile at me, and that was it.

I started to moan, but Emilia cut that off by kissing me. On the very next thrust, my cock exploded so hard it completely broke my rhythm. Emilia locked her legs around me as the first blast of my cum was shot as deep into her pussy as possible. Even though I was staying still, Emilia's pussy gripping my cock pulled out another shot of cum. My lips broke from Emilia's as I was forced to moan again, but she quickly put her tongue in my mouth and stifled it. I started to thrust again, slowly sliding into her again and again as I felt an enormous load fly out of my cock and inside her. I'd later lament that I didn't get to see it fill her mouth or land on her face, but in the moment it was too much of an incredible feeling for me to do anything to disrupt it.

When I finished cumming, I slowed myself down, and let my head come to rest on the pillow next to Emilia's. She turned and began to kiss me on the cheek and up to my temple as I tried to catch my breath, my cock still pulsing even after the orgasm. I turned back to her, and Emilia and I kissed several more times, causing my cock to twitch inside her. I was still hard, all I had to do was start moving again and I probably wouldn't have stopped the rest of the night. Instead I slowly pulled out, giving Emilia a hard twitch as she felt one last motion inside herself.

I rolled off of her and laid next to her, my cock still rock hard and now coated with my cum and Emilia's pussy. Emilia turned and laid on her side, pulling herself into me. One of her hands started to stroke my chest, and teased going down to my cock.

"I know that lines of thinking can be different when you're already fucking someone," Emilia said, rubbing her leg against mine, "But that wasn't the only thing you wanted, was it?"

I turned my head to look at her again, "No it definitely was not."

"Good," Emilia said, forming another coy grin, "I had a couple ideas too."

"Go on," I said with my hand on her leg again.

"Do you remember what I said yesterday?" she began, "About the different ways I like to be...admired?"

I nodded slowly, and then held up one finger for her to hang on a minute. I got up, and went to the dresser where I stashed what I had bought before. Emilia watched from bed as I opened the drawer and took out one of the ribbons that I bought, and then one of the ropes I had bought. Emilia's eyes widened with excitement as she saw them.

"One more thing," Emilia said as she got off the bed and began to cross the room. She made sultry strides, fluffing her hair off her shoulders as she walked, and then ended at the wardrobe. She opened it up and revealed that she had hung up several dresses. Long, flowing dresses, more-suited to the red carpet than a bedroom. She gestured to them like she was a game show girl displaying prizes, and then said, "Pick one."

And that was how our next session started. 20 minutes later, Emilia was laying flat on her stomach on the bed, stretched out with her arms above her head. Only now, her ankles were tied together, and her wrists were tied together, and both of those were tied to posts at opposite ends of the bed. She was wearing a very vibrant blue gown, only now, it was bunched up around her stomach so I could get at her ass. So Emilia laid there, tied in place, lavishing the attention I was giving her. I had of course spent quite some time kissing every inch of her I could, but once her dress was pulled up I knew I needed to fuck her prone. The only problem was, since her legs were tied together, it was very tight. So, I started by first holding her head up by the hair, and fucking her mouth until my cock was nice and slick.
Emilia loved every minute of it. The way it felt being unable to move as I groped her wherever I wanted. The way she tried to kick but couldn't as I found a ticklish spot on the back of her knees while I kissed up her legs. Even when she couldn't do anything but open her mouth and let me fuck it, she did it with a smile. And now, she was loving it even more. I was on top of her, fucking her pussy prone with my cock disappearing between her perfectly thick thighs. Simultaneously, I was leaning down and kissing Emilia on the neck. She turned her head to the side as best she could to look at me, our faces very close together.

"You gonna cum somewhere else, this time?" Emilia asked between moans, "Give me something to do with my mouth? It's about all I can move..."

"If you like," I said as I kept thrusting up into her pussy. Emilia giggled, and gripped the sheets below her with both hands. She was still the queen, even with her hands tied and her pretty dress shoved out of the way so she could get her pussy filled.