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Emilia
When dinner is over,the lights dim. The flickering of the candles on the table creates a soft glow. Full tables of people begin to move around.
Malin and I move to a couch area. He chooses the armchair and pulls me back on his lap. A performer comes on the stage and begins singing. Her voice is sexy and seductive. She sings in Spanish, but I've never heard her songs before.
The Prime Minister wouldn't take his eyes off me the entire meal. I did my best not to squirm, or think about the night before when he whipped me. I didn't know it was the Prime Minister. I don't follow politics. I wasn't so naive I didn't know who the U.S. President was, but I had never seen a picture of the Prime Minister to know it was him.
But he isn't the only one staring at Malin and me. Throughout the dinner, I could feel other eyes on us. Many of the men in the room were with us the night before.
I should feel self-conscious, knowing they saw me naked and having sex, but I feel powerful next to Malin. I'm his property, which is another reason it's crazy.
I hid my entire life. Naomi was always the one with attention on her. I preferred it that way. Now I have the most dangerous men in the world wanting to hurt me. If I weren't with Malin, I would be petrified. But something about belonging to him gives me confidence. It makes me want to please him more.
I don't want to submit.
I need to submit.
Malin is involved in a conversation with Louis and William and Gustave. The Prime Minister sits in the armchair next to us, continuing to fixate on me. All the men have women on their laps.
I don't attempt to talk to any of them, including Bernadette. I concentrate on Malin, dragging my fingers along his chest.
Malin caresses my thigh, tracing the edge of my hose, sending heat to my core.
Men and women consume more drinks and drugs. The room is dark, but sexual acts are visibly taking place. Many of the women have shed their clothes and are in only their lingerie or less. Moans and cries compete with the singer.
I unfasten two buttons on Malin's shirt then continue to circle his chest hair.
His hands move from my outer to inner thigh.
I squirm on his lap.
His heat-filled eyes catch mine. He takes another sip of his scotch then takes an ice cube out and holds it to my lips.
I don't open my mouth. He hasn't told me to. The water dribbles down my chin and my cleavage.
"Suck," he commands.
I obey, closing my lips over the ice while he holds it.
He takes what's left of the cube and rubs it on my chest. It feels good on my hot skin.
If I didn't know who the men around us were, I would think we were on a date. Well, maybe an evening out in what I imagine a sex club would be, since people are doing intimate things all around the small room.
I never considered going to a sex club. And I don't want anyone besides Malin to touch me. But something about others fornicating where I can see and hear them adds to the arousal I always have around Malin.
And Malin is feeling it, too. I'm sitting with his erection pushing against my thigh. His body heat has only gotten hotter, like mine. The lust in his eyes grows more potent.
I lean into his ear. "I'm throbbing for you."
"We're going soon." He nibbles on my ear then pulls my ponytail and kisses my chest.
I moan, louder than I think, and when he releases my hair, Louis rises and takes the chair next to Malin. The Prime Minister had been in it but got up to go to the restroom. Louis pats his knee, and the woman with him sits on it.
"Take your dress off," Louis commands.
She gets up and obeys.
