Alternative Payment

"Now," he said loudly. As if his ego wasn't big enough, this certainly wasn't helping any. "Let us discuss payment..." Owen leaned forward, clearly intent to continue things. He seemed shocked when he was stopped.

"And what kind of payment do you require, Drizzit?" Her voice was teasingly husky. A finger ran down his chest, eyes chasing it.

"Aren't you saving for new armor?"

"Mm."

"Perhaps we could negotiate... alternative forms of payment." His gaze betrayed his intentions. Reaching out, Owen slowly worked at her blouse, one button at a time. He had a wicked grin as he stared at Emma, daring her to stop him.

She didn't.

Her throat tightened as more of her pale incandescent skin was exposed. A pang of regret tore through me as our eyes met. There was a hint of accusation there as she made clear whose fault this was.

Mine.

For allowing it to happen.

For continuing to allow it. I could stop it at any time, and it tore at me that I found myself unable to do so.

Stop him, her eyes seemed to plead. When only silence answered, she turned away with enough **** to make her displeasure known. Her blouse fell away with a shrug of her shoulders. Pale pink nipples stood proud and upright, exposed to Owen's unbridled lust.

He wasted no time. Lurching forward, he grabbed at her exposed chest. A wince marred her perfect features as he feasted upon them. Hands clawed and pawed at her mounds as his tongue and lips sucked and teased those perfect nipples until her pale skin was made red. Emma faced the onslaught with resolute determination. Her face was stoic, making clear that she took no pleasure in this. Something she made abundantly clear in her disapproving glances.

Yet she was undeterred.

Unashamed of her flawless beauty and the way it made men animals.

Then it was over.

With a firm press of her hand, she pushed him away. He looked shocked, even fearful.

"A trade, then," she said with the same dispassion as always. "I could help you..."

Her voice trailed off. Hands ran against his waist, each word bringing her ever closer to her goal. He grunted as she forcefully took hold of his erection--**** for the savage treatment she received.

Her voice was firm and defiant. "...polish your dagger." Her voice dropped to a husky whisper that dripped promise. "Show you how a real rogue does it."

She had him eating from the palm of her hands. Anything she wanted, she could have demanded it. After all that, she took control so effortlessly. Flipping Owen from the aggressor to completely at her mercy. Owen nodded as if in a trance. A shiver ran through him as she danced her lithe fingers slowly up and down his length. Light, tantalizing touches designed to tease, not satisfy.

Emma was ignoring me now. The glimpses and brief moments of eye contact were gone. It wasn't until it was gone that I realized how much those little things meant to me. Each one poked and prodded the fire burning within me.

Now?

I felt cold.

Owen's sweatpants dropped to the floor in a heap.

Emma showed her experience, Owen's underwear falling away as her hand pulled out a sight I never wished to see. His size seemed to surprise even Emma, expression slipping for a fraction of a second.

"Oh my. Quite a long knife you have there."

Some of Owen's ego crept out. "Now you see how difficult it can be to... properly maintain."

A creepy smile formed.

"Girl like you shouldn't have any problem polishing it up, right?"

Emma had taken a seat back on the table. She pondered thoughtfully. "Seems a bit... dry."

Her leg rose as she considered him. A pure white sock ran against the engorged member. Owen's eyes bulged, a moan escaping him. Her lips twitched, wet dark marks staining the pure fabric. Gasping, he thrust against her foot, **** for any kind of friction he could get.

"Hmm, looks like there's a little bit of oil, but I think we need a little bit more to properly lubricate things." Emma tapped her chin thoughtfully, Owen making pitiful noises as her foot toyed with him.

"I don't have any oil in my inventory though. Oh, whatever shall I d- Oh! I know."

Emma hopped down from her perch. Owen shuddered with a gasp, nearly stumbling away. She grabbed him by the waist, steadying him before her before falling to her knees. A hand ran along his erect shaft. Her face moved closer to it as if examining a dull blade.

"The tips a little dull, needs some tender loving, but is certainly workable," she muttered her lips grazing his head. Owen whimpered as her fingers slid along the sensitive skin. Only then did her eyes meet mine. Owen's cock twitched and pulsed between us lightly tapping on her lips with each bounce. A hint of a smile touched the corners of her lip.