Dear Literotica reader, Emma's journey is drawing to a close, but it will be a cliffhanger. Meanwhile, bear with me and please do read the previous chapters.
The young girl who had carried the breakfast tray earlier, returned to help Emma do her hair and make-up.
She held out a beautiful black sleeveless shift, which was elegant, yet sexy. Emma stepped into it and gazed at her reflection in the mirror, wandering how many of her school friends knew about The Order of Saint Ishmael and if any were also learning the ways of the libertine society.
Sir James knocked once and entered. He was dressed in evening dress, black jacket and bow tie, classic high society clothing, immaculately tailored.
He reached into his pocket and took out a long leather box. 'This is for you, Emma. Please wear it tonight. It will please me very much to see it.'
Emma looked at James rather fearfully, but opened the box. Inside was a beautiful diamond necklace.
James fastened it around Emma's neck. It sat high on her throat, with four rows of diamonds and it was a little reminiscent of the collar that she'd worn in the castle.
The light from the diamonds lit up Emma's face, making her pale, almost translucent skin look like alabaster.
'Ah, my darling, you look like an angel. Come, we'll greet our guests'
Emma quickly stepped into some strappy black sandals and took a final glance at her reflection in the mirror. She looked like a 1950s actress, caught in a thousand flashlights, wide-eyed and innocent.
She took James' hand and followed him down the grand staircase to the lobby below.
The grand entrance hallway, at Stornoway Palace had been refurbished in the early twentieth century and was designed as a homage to Italianate architecture. Black and white marble columns were arranged along each side of the hallway, with matching tiles to create an illusion of even larger rooms to follow.
Emma, her hand firmly clasped in James' hand, nodded and bowed and even curtseyed to his guests.
Two men were princes from a major European family. They had arrived with a few minutes earlier and seemed to be very close friends of Sir James, who grasped the hand of one and kissed the cheeks of another. Their elegant, beautifully dressed wives, one of whom was a duchess from a very famous English family, accompanied them.
The party moved into the main sitting room and everyone sat and drank champagne, eating canapés and trying to make small talk. It was difficult for Emma to know what to say, or how to address the two women.
One of the men, Prince Edmund (or so Emma thought) leant over to Emma and asked how she was enjoying married life.
Emma was stunned. She hadn't had a moment to work out her feelings, or so she thought. She regained her poise and politely commented that she had learned a great deal from her husband and that it had been a very interesting time.
The man smiled, a knowing, lascivious leer and was about to ask another question, when the butler, Mr Dobbs announced that dinner was served.
The party walked into the dining room, which was long and magnificently lit by crystal chandeliers. Emma gasped.
The long table was not laid for a grand dinner, with plates and glasses and cutlery, but on it layed two naked women.
One of the women was Sister Angela and the other was another woman of a similar age. One was lying face down and the other, face up.
Their eyes were closed, but they were covered with various morsels of food. Angela, who was lying face up, had pate spread over her stomach. Her nipples were covered with a couple of strips of red peppers. Her groin was a mound of salmon mouse and she had small stripes of sauce piped across her thighs.
She had similar lines of sauce along her arms.
All the foods were to be licked, or sucked from Angela's body.
The other woman was covered with cut fruits and whipped cream. Small jellies, just mouth sized, designed to be sucked from the skin were arranged along her spine.
