46. A Spoiled Princess

**DAY THREE**

“Do you like it?” Emara asks, her fingers lightly tracing the red lacy lingerie adorning her body.

“I love it.” I reply, licking my lips.

I couldn’t tear my eyes away from her, she is so close. Her hazel eyes stare back at me with raw desire, pulling me towards her.

Her warm breath falls on my lips, before they meet mine in a tender kiss. A shiver runs through me as she climbs onto me, grounding me in the moment.

A sigh releases from my parted lips, feeling her weight pressing down on me and I pull her closer. Her warmth slowly seeps into my skin and I feel getting hot from inside out.

Suddenly, Emara twists her head and starts licking my ears, all the way down to my chin. “What are you doing?” I chuckle, feeling the tickle of her wet tongue against my face.

Her hot breath brushes my ear, sending ripples of goosebumps across my flesh. Her touch feels so real that it makes me smile even more.

Instantly, my eyes snap open and I wake up to a wet-ticklish sensation on my face. Blinking against the sunlight, my senses slowly come to life and I see my dogs, Zeus and Hades happily licking my face.

“What the fuck!” I groan, pushing their faces away from mine and surprisingly, find myself lying on the grass.

*What the hell!*

Confusion sets in as I take in my surroundings. My dogs excitedly wag their tails while I lie in my garden, wearing my running shoes and clothes.

*How did I even get here?*

*And where is Emara?*

I push myself up, feeling the dampness of the grass clinging to my clothes and the realization hits me, I was dreaming about her. About our kiss.

*Why the fuck I dreamed of that shit?*

I hold my head as I slowly stand up to my feet. Everything is slightly spinning in my peripheral view and I wonder how the hell did I end up here when I clearly remember jogging on the streets.

*But what happened after that?*

My watch blinks of 7:23 AM. A dull ache settles in as I try to focus my brain to recall the events of the past hour. But my foggy mind only replays the dream of kissing Emara.

*Why the fuck did I even dream that?*

Petting Zeus and Hades, I head towards the back door of the kitchen. The pulses at the back of my mind throb unstoppably as I make my way to the fridge to prepare a protein shake.

After air-frying a chicken breast, I toss it into the blender with some spices, and blend it until a smooth paste consistency is achieved.

Pouring my blended chicken shake into a glass, I sit by the countertop, while trying to piece together the gap of one hour in my memory files.

“Dakota!”

Suddenly, Emara’s voice echoes through the house, breaking the trail of my thought. I instantly roll my eyes.

*Not now! Can’t I just deal with one weird thing at a time?*

“Where are you?” She screams again, her voice closer this time laced with impatience, and I brace myself for her entrance.

But nothing could have prepared me for the sight as she bursts into the kitchen, wrapped in grey sheets, looking like an overcooked burrito.

My protien shake nearly jumped into the different pipe as I stare at her hideous outfit of the day. *Can’t she act normal for one day?*

“Where are my clothes?” Emara demands, flaring her nostrils angrily at me.

I raise an eyebrow at her tone. I don’t remember when was the last time someone talked to me in a tone like I owed them shit.

And why does she keep asking me about her clothes? I have got bigger problems than figuring out the mystery of her missing wardrobe.

“I don’t know what you are talking about.” I reply disinterestedly and focus on my drink.

“I am pretty sure they didn’t walk out of their own.” She taunts me and I narrow my gaze at her.

*She is getting braver and braver day by day!*

“Listen mister, I want my clothes back.” Emara takes a step, raising her pointed finger at me.

“The ones you stole on the first day and the bathrobe, along with the towel which you hide yesterday. I want them all back. Right now.” She orders me like a queen.

I couldn’t help but scoff at her bravery. Does she really thinks I am going to jump up and follow whatever she commands?

“Didn’t your parents teach you the lesson of life, Miss Stone?” I question, and watch her face go through phases of confusion-to-utterly bafflement.

“What?” Emara blinks cluelessly.

Maybe that’s how she was raised, like a highness with all her demands met without question.

*A spoiled princess.*

“That in life, you don’t get everything what you want.” I explain, laying down the theory for the practical lesson she is about to receive.

“What it has to do anything with my clothes?” She scowls at me with irritation.

*I’ll tell you..*

Straightening my spine, I stride towards her. There is something about her that has always drawn me in, a magnetism I can’t resist.

“I wanted to see you walking in those lingeries since day one.” My eyes lock onto Emara as I tell her the absolute truth.

The thought of her in lace and silk, barely covered has haunted my thoughts and now my dreams, more times than I care to admit.

“I have imagined it so many times, touching the frill against your skin, feeling the delicate lace under my fingers while I trace your curves.”

Hazel eyes widen slightly, and I can see the surprise flickering in them. I step closer, closer enough to catch the subtle scent of her body lotion, which only fuels the burning desire in me.

“I wanted to bite the lace off your body and taste every inch of you.” A course of heat passes through me as I watch her breaths quickening.

Her naked breasts rise and fall behind the thin bedsheet, a sight I can’t ignore.

“I wanted to feel the net tear under my teeth, piece by piece, until there is nothing left between us.”

*And the thought itself is driving me crazy!*

“I wanted to feel it all while I am inside you, deep and hard, and you scream my name at the top of your lungs, over and over.” My voice barely louder than a breath as I come stand close to her.

Instantly, Emara clutches the sheets defensively closer to her body as if I’ll snatch them right away.

*Or maybe I will.. Because I am pissed now!*

“But did I get anything of that? No.” I snap in a voice that could bite cold.

I am done. I am fucking done playing games. I am done being denied the very thing I crave the most.

The frustration and longing that has been simmering inside me finally boils over.

“So, I have decided. If I don’t get to see you in lingeries, then I’ll see you in nothing.” I declare, tasting my unsatisfied desires.

Emara blinks her large doe eyes at me in confusion, before something takes over her, like a spirit of wildness.

“Fine. I have decided too.” She snarls at me, rounding the counter with pure determination. “If you won’t give me clothes to wear.. Then I’ll make my own.”

I watch her intriguely, as she pulls a pair of scissors from the drawer and murderously pierces a hole into the bedsheet, glaring at me entire time.

I smirk at her attempt to scare me off, as it only fires my loins. I love a strong and sexy opponent.

Like a main character, Emara fixes the bedsheet around her and gives me a badass stare. I couldn’t help but sneer in return for the drama she just pulled off.

“You never fail to amuse me, Miss Stone. You are a unique piece.” I applaud her.

*A perfect specimen of weirdness.*

“Thanks. I like to stand out.” She spats at me with all her attitude, which somewhat makes me hot from inside.

My cock hardens at her little rebellious act and my lips curl up in a dark satisfaction, as a twisted sense of pleasure runs through me.

“Interesting.” I smile, staring at the thin bedsheet wrapped around her that does nothing to keep her out of my fucked up mind.

I can see the spark of defiance, the fire that has always drawn me to her. She is not backing down, and that only makes me want her more.

“Very interesting.” I grin, feeling highly stimulated by her challenge.

*It’s a fucking turn on for an animal like me!*

My eyes bore into her daringly, thinking of all the possibilities that I can make this last piece of bedsheet disappear from her skin.

*Game on, kitty.. Game on.*

“Omelette. In ten minutes.” I remind her, before walking away with brooding ideas in my head.

I’ll fucking burn that bedsheet if it keeps blocking my view.

"Or maybe burn down every piece of clothing in this house, even mine, so that next time it’s just me and her."

I nod my head as I climb the stairs, grinning at the thought.

*I don’t mind walking naked, I mean we are born this way, so why not embrace it?*

“Hey, you two naughty boys!”

My feet suddenly halt in mid-step as I hear Emara’s playful voice outside. *Who is she talking to?*

Curiosity gets the better of me, and I immediately peek from the glass. There she is, standing on the patio, waving bread at my dogs.

Zeus and Hades flock to her excitedly, and a smile surfaces on my face as they sniff and lick the bread she is offering. She does like them.

But then suddenly she pulls the bread away from dogs, lets out an evil laugh, before heading back to the kitchen.

Oh wait..

*She got to be fucking kidding me!*