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Emma

Itucked Katelyn in, kissing her forehead. I’d read her at least three books so far, and she continued to beg for more. But I saw her eyes blinking slowly, nodding off as she listened.

“Alright, it’s time to sleep.” I laid the book on the nightstand. Greta would put it and the others away when she cleaned the room tomorrow.

“What type of stories did your mom read to you?” Katelyn asked, rubbing her eyes. Her innocent question wasn’t meant to cause me emotional distress, but I found memories banging on my mind, dredging up emotions I hadn’t felt in years.

“Stories of princesses and knights, fairy tales and love stories.” I pulled the covers up to her chin, and she turned to her side.

“Emma, do you miss your mom?”

The question stung. Yes, I missed my mother, my life, my family. But being here was much safer. I’d seen what my father was capable of, to what lengths he would go to make sure anyone who crossed him was stopped. I’d seen it with my own eyes, the blood—heard the screaming. For a time, I had been just as naïve to the ways of the mafia as Katelyn was now, but when the blinders came off, I saw it all and I hated him for it. I ran.

“Yes, honey, I miss her a lot.” I kissed her forehead again and whispered, “Goodnight, sweet girl.”

“Goodnight, Emma. Thank you for reading to me.”

I slipped out of the room, tiptoeing down the hall to my room. The floor was cold on my bare feet. It gave me a chill, so I decided a hot shower would be just the thing to warm me up. The hot water soaked into my bones, washing away my memories and warming me. The past week or so had been so fraught with bad dreams and horrible news reports. All I wanted was a night of sleep, but I didn’t sleep well when Blake wasn’t in the house, even with Wilem on duty all night.

I shut the water off and toweled off, choosing to sleep nude tonight because my eyes were so heavy from restless sleep all week I didn’t have energy to dress. I climbed into bed, the sheets cool but warming quickly as I snuggled in. Then I fell asleep.

The text message arrived out of the blue, a sudden vibration awakening my sleeping phone. With a deep breath to steel my nerves, I clicked open the text. It was no greeting or preamble, only a single, simple request from the sender.

Blake 12:35 AM:Describe what you’re wearing.

My mind racedas I ran through the possibilities, my gaze roaming over my closet for something sexy or provocative. I finally settled on a tight tank top, cut just low enough to hint at cleavage, paired with a pair of lacy boy shorts. I typed my response, my heart beating faster with each keystroke. He didn't know I was nude, and I didn’t know why he wanted to know what I was wearing.

Emma 12:37 AM:I’m wearing a tight tank top and a pair of lacy boy shorts. What are you wearing?

The response came quickly,a single word that sent a thrill up my spine.

Blake:12 :37 AM: Nothing.

I gasped,my heart racing as I read the message again. Nothing? I had to know more. My fingers flew across the screen as I typed back.

Emma 12:38 AM:Nothing? As in, absolutely nothing?

I heldmy breath as I waited for the reply, my mind racing with possibilities. The phone buzzed again, and I quickly swiped it open. The message was longer this time, and I felt a heat rising in my cheeks as I read it.

Blake 12:39 AM:That’s right. I’m standing here completely naked, my cock already rock hard just from the thought of you in those sexy little panties. I’m stroking my dick and thinking about you, all alone in your bed, working yourself up for me.

My heart was poundingas I reread the message, my legs trembling slightly. I had never done anything like this, but I couldn’t resist the idea of it. Was this another lesson he was teaching me?

Blake 12:40 AM: I’m imagining touching you, running my hands over your curves. Your skin is soft and warm, your breath coming in little gasps as I reach down to squeeze your breasts. I want to feel your nipples harden under my touch.

Blake 12:41 AM: I know you’re a bad girl, and a little pain is exciting for you. I want to pinch your nipples and watch you squirm, then turn you over my knee and spank you.

I gaspedas I read the last line, my hands trembling as I held the phone. I was getting turned on just by reading the words, and I quickly typed back a response.

Emma 12:42 AM:That sounds so sexy. What else would you do?

The response was immediate,and I read it with a mixture of arousal and fear.

Blake 12:42 AM:So many things. I’d spank you until your ass wasred and hot, then run my fingers over the tender skin and watch it turn red under my touch. I’d dip my fingers in and out of your wet little pussy, then thrust them into your mouth so you could taste how sweet you are.

Blake 12:43 AM: I’d run my fingers up the inside of your thighs, teasing you until you were begging for more. Then I’d pull you over my lap and spank you hard and fast, watching your ass jiggle. You’d be begging to come, but I wouldn’t let you until I teased you until you couldn’t take any more, then finally slide my fingers into your pussy. I’d grip your hair and fuck you with my fingers until you came, your ass bright red and burning, your body shaking with need.

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