Page 20 of Desire

Chapter Five

EMMA

Emma gripped the steering wheel tightly as she navigated the familiar roads to her parents’ house. The afternoon sun cast a warm glow on the lined asphalt, mirroring the heat that coursed through her veins. Dante had texted her earlier that he was going to take his own car to dinner and that he would see her there. No mention of the dungeon or last night. Had she really gotten away with it? Had she fooled him? She felt like Cinderella, only she hadn’t left a shoe for him to track her down with. Would Dante even try to find his Queen Mab? Or was she just one Halloween fling that would soon be replaced by another?

She hated that idea. After last night, Emma knew that she couldn’t keep away from Dante. But could she risk him refusing to be with her because she was Joey’s little sister? Did she want him to know it was her, or was it better to keep their connection a secret for now? Surely once they had sex, he would realize that it didn’t matter who she was related to. No, for the moment she would still be Queen Mab for him. And once she got up the courage, she would go back down to Club Inferno and find him again to ask for another lesson.

Maybe, he would even make her beg for it.

Emma’s body tingled with desire, remembering the way Dante’s fingers had grazed her skin, leaving trails of fire in their wake. As she drove, with each mile marker passed, her arousal grew. The thought of continuing her education with Dante, masked and incognito, sent shivers down her spine. She imagined his strong hands guiding her, teaching her the tantalizing language of submission, pushing her boundaries while exploring every inch of her body.

Her pulse quickened, and heat pooled between her thighs. The temptation to pull over and find quick relief with her own fingers was overwhelming. But she knew that what she truly craved was Dante’s touch, his command, and his undeniable presence.

Besides, her parents were waiting for her. It could keep until she was back home at Couture. But with each passing streetlight, her fantasies became more vivid, ensnaring her senses and deepening her longing for Dante. Emma imagined the sound of his raspy voice as he whispered in her ear, commanding her to obey him.

Get a grip, she told herself. The thought of facing her family with these feelings coursing through her was embarrassing. She needed a cold shower or something.

As Emma pulled into her parents’ driveway, her fingers curling around the steering wheel with anticipation and nerves. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for the dinner ahead. Dante would be arriving soon, and she couldn’t let her fantasies run wild. Not in front of her parents and not until she was safe behind her Queen Mab mask.

Emma stepped out of her car, trying to compose herself before entering her parents’ house. The thoughts of Dante still plagued her mind, making it difficult to focus on anything else. She tried blanking her mind and thinking about Couture’s scheduling issues for next week. Anything to clear her thoughts of Dante’s head between her legs.

“You made it,” her mother said, giving her a quick hug when she opened the door. “You’re just in time. I need to finish up a few things in the kitchen, so why don’t you go relax for a bit? Your father’s in the living room. Go say hi.”

“Sure,” Emma said, and hung up her coat on the rack. She walked down the hallway and leaned against the doorframe to the living room. “Hi, Dad,” she said.

Her father was engrossed in a football game on TV. He grunted and waved a hand to her.

Emma could go help her mother in the kitchen, but she knew from experience that her mother would just shoo her away. She went upstairs to where her old room was still kept ready for her, just in case she ever decided to move back home. Not like that would happen. She wandered around her room, smiling at the glass figurines that her mother had dusted and then running her fingers over her beloved books that she couldn’t fit into her small apartment at Couture. Yet even with all the distractions and familiarity with being at home, she couldn’t help but still feel an undercurrent of arousal and nerves.

How would she even look Dante in the eye after the things she let him do to her?

Emma went into the adjoining bathroom to splash cold water on her face. As she locked the door behind her, she glanced down at the floor and remembered the secret hiding place she had created years ago. Lifting the loose tile, she found an ornate box. It was still there. Well, of course it was. Sitting on the floor, she took it out and blew off the dust. When was the last time she had seen this? It had to be when she was home for college. She had been too afraid to take it to her dorm. So the box had remained here, forgotten until now. Inside, placed in the velvet lining of the box, was her first vibrator, hidden like a treasure.

Smiling, she tested it, giggling when it buzzed to life. Just what she needed. It wouldn’t even take long. Emma turned on the faucet in the sink, letting the water run to mask any noise she might make. Then she quickly undressed, her clothes falling to the floor in a heap. She folded a towel into a tight roll and then stepped into the empty bathtub. The porcelain was cold and she had second thoughts about it, but she was already naked, so she tucked the towel behind her head and tried to get comfortable. As she spread her legs, though, she could already feel the wetness between her thighs, a testament to the power Dante held over her imagination.

She switched on the vibrator and gasped as it buzzed against her sensitive skin. She closed her eyes and let the sensations wash over her. It wasn’t Dante, but it was a start. Emma teasingly traced it around her nipples, feeling them harden with anticipation. Her pulse quickened, mirroring the rhythm of the toy.

Emma’s mind raced with the possibilities of what Dante could do to her if she were to submit to him completely. She envisioned herself bound and helpless, at the mercy of Dante’s skilled hands. She imagined herself kneeling before him, wrists tied behind her back, her gaze fixed on the floor as she awaited his instructions. In her fantasy, Dante’s voice was firm yet enticing, commanding her to present herself to him. And she did so willingly, spreading her legs to reveal her wetness, aching for his touch.

“Look at me,” he would say, his dark eyes locking onto hers, sending shivers down her spine. Emma could feel the heat rise within her as she obeyed, raising her head to meet his intense gaze. Dante’s fingers would trail over her breasts, teasing her nipples until they stood erect, sensitive and desperate for more attention.

“Tell me what you want,” Dante would demand, making her voice her most secret desires.

“Please, sir,” she’d whisper, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment and arousal. “I want you to spank me, to make me feel your power over me.”

A wicked smile would spread across Dante’s face, followed by a swift, hard slap against her ass. Emma gasped as she imagined the pain quickly morphing into pleasure like it had done last night. Her body craved more discipline from his strong hand. Each smack would send shockwaves through her, the sound reverberating in the room, intertwining with her pleading moans.

“Are you ready to be mine?” Dante would ask, his fingers dipping between her thighs to gather her slick arousal. Emma would nod vigorously, unable to form words as anticipation consumed her. He would then grab a handful of her hair, pulling her head back as he leaned in to whisper against her ear, “Then come for me, my beautiful Queen Mab.”