After the call I had with Emma, and the agreement that we needed to see each other and that that could be achieved by me flying to England, things moved quickly. Very quickly. As in, I was booking a flight later that day to leave the next evening.
We also stayed on the phone much longer than usual, hammering out the details. Which in this case meant that we were sitting there, unpacking everything that Emma had said while she watched the video, and translating that into exactly what she wanted to do.
This was when I first got the sense that Emma was a little...backed up. It had indeed been a long time since she had been to the Lodge, and missing the giant return party was weighing heavily on her mind, but even so, I had never before seen her this...particular.
"So when you said you wanted me to tie you up..." I asked Emma, referring to when she had watched me pinning Ana De Armas's hands behind her back while proneboning her.
"Yeah?" Emma asked back.
I neglected to recap the part where she said she also wanted me to "fuck her until she screamed" because I assumed that was said in a moment of passion.
"What were you hoping for?"
Emma laid it out. She didn't want to be just tied up, she wanted something more intricate. I told her I'd be happy to oblige. I'd tied up plenty of the Lodge's guests in the past. Some just wanted their hands bound, or to be attached to the bed, but others liked the long, drawn out tease that came from wrapping a rope around their body inch by inch, coil by coil, until they could barely move and were left at the mercy of whoever was there. Emma wanted *that*. Done.
Next up was how she was practically drooling at the sight of me fucking Ana on the video. I'd never heard her be so vocal about watching me before. Usually Anya was the encouraging one who got off to the sight, but watching the video opened my eyes to what Emma wanted. And yep, what she wanted was to watch, up close, as I completely railed another girl. *Then* she would join in.
While I thought fast and started talking through who I could call on short notice to travel with me to England, Emma simply shrugged and then asked,
"Why don't you just call someone else who lives here? As in, this continent?"
That "duh" hit me like a ton of bricks. There were numerous guests to the Lodge that lived full-time in England. Those that came to visit or stay when they had your traditional Hollywood obligations call them to Los Angeles. Movie premieres, award shows, press junkets, all that crap. Once they were finished with that, they would zip their way north and find themselves here. But once they were back home, they were all but out of reach. But if I was going to them...
I thought quickly about who would be perfect. My mind had a few brief flashes of possibilities. Natalie Dormer had previously played the role of 'girl I fuck in front of another girl'. Maisie Williams had been an enthusiastic third in the past, but frankly I didn't know what her deal was these days (seeing Sophie Turner appear at the Lodge without her was enough to make me think there was a rift, but I never followed up because Maisie was doing her own thing and not responding to Lodge-related texts, and I'm never about to chase any of the guests if they don't want it).
Nope. There was only one choice. One obvious choice. Which Emma wholeheartedly agreed with.
Emilia Clarke. *The* Queen. As much as I missed Emma and everything about her, Emilia was something special. Sometimes I see that smile when I close my eyes. And of course, she was perfect for what Emma wanted. Emilia had bossed girls around during group sex in the past, as well as been the one who hogged all my attention while another girl simply sat and stared. I also knew about her enthusiasm for...presentation, which I was beginning to feel Emma was really wanting in this. Naturally, when I called Emilia and explained what was happening, she was beaming. I could *hear* that smile over the phone.
And shortly after that very important aspect was finalized, I was off. The timing was unfortunate on my part, as the flight left California at what was 6pm my time, and with the length of the flight and the time difference, that meant I arrived at about 12pm GMT. I slept on the plane what amount I could, but even if you can manage that you're still thrown off when you arrive. International travel is taxing.
But of course I had my objective in my mind the entire time, so that kept me motivated. Once I landed, I rented a car, adapted to driving on the wrong side of the road, and then plugged in the address Emma gave me. I was taken north, driving away from the cities and into the lush English countryside. The drive to [undisclosed location] took some time, but at least there was some pleasant scenery on the way. I was tired from the flight, and my body clock was completely off, but again, I knew what was waiting for me.
The final stretch of tiny, country road led me through a vibrant green countryside, where I didn't see another car the entire time. As I kept going, things got more picturesque. Rolling hills and lush stretches of forest appeared, and the world seemed to take on something like you would see in a children's book. After turning off that road and driving down a tiny path, I saw a tiny cottage that was almost exactly that.
I recognized it from the picture Emma had sent. Behind a row of hedges and past a gate that was left open, there sat a small, brick cottage with a stone roof. The front walls were overgrown with ivy, the door was made of seemingly ancient wood, and the windows all had cutesy white curtains that were slid open to let the sunlight in. One might expect something grand or enormous for Emma to have as a vacation home, and perhaps she did, but it seemed sometimes she just wanted to be somewhere quiet. And this was seemingly that.
As I parked and got out of the car, I couldn't hear anything for miles. In a way, it reminded me of the Lodge. Middle of nowhere, private, away from the big city. I had to laugh to myself at how I was basically doing the same thing that all the Lodge guests did. The tables had turned in a wonderful way.
I wandered forward, looking up at the house and over the roof to the enormous thicket of woods behind it. Then the front door opened, snapping my attention and immediately forcing me to focus. There stood Emma, holding a teacup in both hands and looking as nonchalant as any wife or girlfriend who might have been waiting for me to come home from work. She was wearing a blue sundress that went down to her knees, and that was seemingly it. Her feet were bare, she had on no jewelry or accessories, and her hair was hanging down freely.
I stood on the stone path leading to the front door, and smiled as I saw her. Emma smirked, and then beckoned me inside with one finger. She didn't wait for me, and the way she turned around whipped the skirt of her dress up just the tiniest amount. For one brief instance, I got a glimpse of the backs of Emma's thighs, and honestly that was enough to almost drive me into a frenzy right then and there.
Following quickly, I stepped through the threshold into the cottage, and closed the wooden door behind me. Emma was waiting, strolling through an area that was halfway between the one room that made up both the kitchen and the living area. She set down the teacup on a small, round table in the kitchen, and then turned to me. Her fingers tapped along a wooden kitchen chair as she continued to look as nonchalant as possible.
