The Seduction Trap, Part 2
Tammy walked into the hotel bar once again. She'd barely even seen James the past couple of days, he was so busy with work. Now, of course, she knew the truth, that he wasn't working at all. He was out fucking. She was so close to proving it, of shoving it into his face and humiliating him like he did to her. It had only been a little over a week since she first met Emmanuelle and recruited her help... paid her to allow her husband to seduce her... paid her to allow her husband to fuck her.
She shivered at the thought of them fucking. She lay in bed just last night envisioning Emmanuelle laying on the bed, face down, with James behind her, sliding in and out of her pussy... holding her hair like reigns. She imagined Emmanuelle's panting breaths, her moans of pleasure mixed with James' grunts. She imagined Emmanuelle's wrists bound with leather straps, tied to the bed, holding her in place. She came hard again last night, her fingers getting tired from all the orgasms.
She slid onto the bar stool at the end and ordered a quick drink. She scanned the room quickly and saw Emmanuelle sitting with a guy across the room. She was laughing, touching his cheek and chest. She seemed to be having so much fun... but that was her charm. She was always having fun.
Their eyes met and Emmanuelle smiled at her. She leaned forward and whispered something in the guy's ear. He looked up at her, questioningly, begging her to stay and be with him, but she stood and peeled away from him, kissing him on the way.
She walked to Tammy and slid an arm around her shoulders as she sat on the bar stool. It was so smooth and practiced. She leaned forward, giving them privacy for a moment.
"Hi," she whispered, looking Tammy in the eye... confident... cool... dominant.
Tammy looked subservient, eyes downcast, huddled. She shivered when she felt Emmanuelle's arm slide around her and knew the girl had full control.
"Hi."
"I just had to leave a very promising client to come talk to you. So, in order to make this look on the up and up and keep me out of trouble, we have to go up to my room to talk. Ok?"
Tammy didn't know what to do or say any more. Her whole world was like shifting sand, sliding and disappearing, making it hard for her to move.
Emmanuelle wrapped her hand inside Tammy's and turned her around, pulling her to follow. Tammy slid off the stool and moved very compliantly. She almost wanted someone to do this with her, control her, tell her what she was supposed to do. She looked at the man across the bar and saw him watching them, smiling. He gave her the thumbs up, obviously wishing her luck.
Emmanuelle led her to the elevator and then into her room without ever saying a word. She led Tammy to the sitting area and onto a small couch, letting her sit.
"Let me get more comfortable and I'll tell you what you want to know," she said, reaching behind herself and pulling down the zipper to her dress as she turned and walked away. She let the dress fall to the floor and picked it up to lay it on the bed. Tammy got her first look at the girl. She was only wearing heels, stockings, thong panties and a corset as she disappeared into the bathroom. Her ass was the most perfect specimen Tammy had ever seen and it shocked her that she noticed.
When Emmanuelle came out of the bathroom, she was loosely tying a short, silken, black robe around her waist.
"Now... we can talk," she said, sliding into one of the chairs beside the couch.
"Ok," Tammy said, almost shyly.
"Well, we met again... this time we went to his office."
"Oh my God, at the publishing house?" Tammy perked up, looking surprised.
"It was just after hours... everyone had already left for the day. He led me into his office and locked the door, then turned and told me to strip. He barely even kissed me before that... just strip. I slipped off my dress but left my stockings and heels on. He seemed pleased with what he saw. I could see his pants tenting, so I knew he was hard. I was dripping wet and could feel my clit pulsing with need. You know what I mean? That point where you know you're going to get fucked and just can't wait?"
Tammy put her hands in her lap, wringing them as she listened, barely able to even look Emmanuelle in the eye. She nodded.
"He moved to his desk and pulled something from the drawer. As he walked over to me, I realized what it was..." Tammy looked up, wondering what it was, shaking a little as she tried to think of what it could have been. "... a collar. He fastened it around my neck and tightened it. It was a constant reminder of his domination over me. He put cuffs on my wrists and ankles, too, then stood back and admired me. He had me turn around and show him my body, since it was the first time he'd ever really looked at me. It was the first time he'd seen me naked. I was shivering, I was so fucking excited."
Emmanuelle watched as Tammy licked her lips, trying to be casual, but betraying her extreme excitement. She saw the almost imperceptible shake of her legs as the desire fought to overwhelm her body.
"My pussy was wet when he attached chains to my collar and wrists. He kissed me hard, forcing his tongue down my throat for a long moment, almost smothering me with his desire for me. He led me over to the desk and lay me against it, bending me over it. He attached the chains to the legs of the desk, forcing my legs wide apart, holding my hands down. I was so excited I could feel my juices running down my legs."
Emmanuelle leaned forward, her robe loosening and almost opening.
"He moved beside me and told me not to scream. He said if I screamed it would be worse for me. All he wanted me to do was count... count every swat on my ass. I'd never been dominated so roughly before and when he started spanking me, I wasn't sure why I hadn't started sooner. It was so liberating to just... let go... to just let him do as he pleased with me. I knew he'd give me all the pleasure I wanted."
Tammy changed her position, obviously uncomfortable, obviously very turned on. She squeezed her legs together and felt the squish of her pussy and relished the feeling. But she needed something more... she needed something to touch it... something pounding in it.
"But you must know that... you must know how dominating he can be."
Emmanuelle stood, her robe, fully untied now, draped open to show her corset and how it pushed her breasts up, magnifying her already impressive cleavage. She moved to stand in front of the couch, in front of Tammy.
