smut warning: super pissed off Emily. Choking, hair-pulling... her possessive side really shines.
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A/N: Of course, I'm going to drag this out into multiple chapters! This is the longest chapter I've written. I could have extended it even more, but I decided not to. You're welcome.
Enjoy, my lovelies, and here's a little reminder to drink water.
Actually, yes, drink water before you read this.
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Not joking, darling.
Did you drink water? Okay. good girl. Now, you can proceed.
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"What, is my baby scared?" she taunts me, pressing her body into mine, "Good, maybe you'll think twice before talking to a random woman in the bar next time." I shake my head quickly with a soft whimper. My head spins from the alcohol and Emily's intense gaze. She's right in my face, her eyes blazing with barely restrained anger. I don't know what to make of it, but I know I'm about to regret my decisions very quickly. "Em- Mistress, please, it wasn't like that," I find my voice and plead with her.
My words just rile her up even more. Her body presses up against mine even more, her hands sliding to my wrists and pinning me roughly up against the car. The wintery cold seeps through my clothes, the chill in the air making me shiver, as if the impending snowstorm has already cast its influence. The swirling depths of my mistress's eyes echo the low-hanging clouds, a silent omen of the wrath my mistress is about to unleash.
"It wasn't like that?" she repeats. Her voice shakes, the anger getting the best of her. I can't do anything but shake my head, trying to get air into my lungs. I'm breathless, her body against mine warm in the contrast between the icy chill of her fury and the wintery air. She's so close that her breath puffs over my face, hot and welcoming, yet nervewracking with the words she speaks.
"Tell me what that means, 'it wasn't like that'," she fumes. Her face is tight, a snarl crossing her lips. Her teeth flash in the streetlights, and I swear her eyes fall to my neck for the brief moment I tilt my head back to try and escape her proximity. "Mistress, I was just talking to her, I was being friendly," I manage to breathe, the quiver in my voice giving my fears away. She barks out a laugh, leaning even closer, her nose grazing my neck before her lips find my ear.
"Friendly?" she husks, "You call letting a stranger in a bar hold your hand, kiss... your hand, being friendly? The way she was looking at you..." she cuts herself off, a low growl rumbling into my ear, sending a shockwave of emotions bursting through me, settling deep into my core. "I should be the only one who looks at you like that," she hisses.
"I... I'm sorry, Mistress," I whimper softly, letting my body go lax. Emily senses it and presses into me even more, now supporting my weight with her body. I'm grateful for it because I know without her pinning me like this, I would be a puddle on the ground before my woman. My woman. I look into her eyes again as she pulls back slightly to see if my apology is sincere. Of course it was, but I know my Mistress is not even close to letting this go.
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