Page 152 of Risks of Temptation
I give them little previews, similar to the first night we were in Panama City, but I never let her orgasm in front of them. Each time, we come back to the room and morph back to us.
Any time we do leave, Emilia wants her collar on. I don't fight it anymore. I saw the value of it the first night, and it helps us both stay in our roles.
But the moment we get into the room, I remove it.
One morning, we're in the middle of sex when Gustave knocks on the door.
"Busy. Come back later," I bark.
He knocks again. "We're leaving. Get ready."
I freeze over Emilia then roll off her. "Come in."
Gustave opens the door. "The President lifted the persons of interest on both Naomi and Emilia."
"Why?" I ask.
Gustave's eyes grow darker. "Santiago and his brother are dead."
"How?"
"Nicolas had a noose around his neck. The rope wasn't something he would have access to in the prison. Santiago's body was found tied to a tree, half-eaten by vultures."
Emilia puts her hand on her stomach.
"Andre," I mutter.
Gustave nods.
"Anything leading to him?"
Gustave purses his lips. "Nope."
"Good."
"What does Andre have to do with this?" Emilia asks.
I stare into her blue eyes. "He had to have made a deal with the President for the persons of interest to be lifted. The President wanted Nicolas dead. He has no more reason for Naomi now. Andre had to have done it. It's the only explanation."
"And Santiago?"
"He hurt your sister."
Her eyes flare with understanding. There is nothing further for me to say. Ma belle is no longer the naive woman who crawled out of the pit.
"Get ready. We're getting out of this country," Gustave says.
It only takes us ten minutes to shower and dress.
"Where are the suitcases?" Emilia asks.
"Leave the clothes. You will get new ones wherever we go."
She nods and picks up her collar. "Can you buy me an oversized bag? So I can take things with us if I wish?"
I kiss the top of her head. "Yes, ma belle. Is there something else you want to take?"
Her face flushes. "I... I want the lingerie."
