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Did Gunnar know who Ann was and why they were really there?

“I don’t know,” Emily whispered.  “You seem confident enough...”

“Confidence is just a showing of emotion,” Gunnar said.  “Power is what holds true.  And with power comes trust.  Those people trust me to take them away.  They trust me to change them.  To touch them.  They trust me to bring a level of spirituality in their lives that they cannot obtain alone.  And just like you, Emily, they all need me.”

Emily had the overwhelming feeling to cry, to just break down and offer her body, her soul, even her life to Gunnar.  The man knew...
everything
.

“Look in the box, Emily.  Understand your next path of fate.”

Every nerve in Emily’s body shook with something she couldn’t identify.  She leaned over the box more, her left hand moving to the table for balance.  Just in case.  Her right hand touched the side of the box and her fingers moved, feeling for the soft cloth of the inside.

There were no drugs, nothing even close to drugs.

But there was something.

A single object. 

A key.

Emily touched the key, finding nothing different nor special about it.  It wasn’t an odd shape or design.  It wasn’t too big or too small.  It looked like an average key, one used to open a door to a house.

Or the door that remained locked in the dressing room.

The thought came to Emily as she lifted the key.  Her fist tightened around it and she held her hand out to Gunnar.

Their eyes met, the penetrating command and beauty of his eyes flooding her body with an electric feeling.

“You understand,” Gunnar said.  “I can see it.”

“The other door,” Emily said.  “I tried to open it.  Your bodyguards locked me inside here and I wanted to see if there was another open door.”

“To leave me?”

“No, I swear.  No.”

“Just curious then?”

“Yes.”

“Good.”  Gunnar’s hands were back on her body.  “I’m curious too.  I want to see what you’ll do.  How far that innocence goes.  How deep that fear runs.”

“Fear?”

“Fear of your body, Emily.  All the curves and places I can get lost, all of which you refuse to embrace...”

Gunnar stood up, his left hand gripping around Emily’s right wrist.  Pain stung for a few seconds but Emily barely noticed it.  She felt used to the pain, which made her body ache even more for Gunnar.  She stood too and followed him to the door. 

He stepped back behind Emily.  His body came against hers a second later, and Emily could feel his throbbing sex, long and hard, pulsing against his pants and now her backside.  She put her head back and moaned.  His hands came to her stomach and then moved over her breasts. 

Gunnar’s lips touched her neck, followed by the gentle but threatening graze of his teeth, all the way to her ear.

“I want you to open the door,” Gunnar said.  “But I want you to know one thing.  When you open that door, there’s no turning back.  There’s no leaving this room until I allow you to leave.”

“Doesn’t the club shut down?” Emily asked.

“I shut it down when I’m ready.  Nothing stands in my way.  Do you understand?”

“Of course I do.”

“Good girl.

Gunnar’s hands left Emily’s chest.  His left hand held her wide hip while his right hand slipped down her arm to her hand.  He forced Emily’s hand open as she put the key between her thumb and pointer finger.  Together they worked the key into the keyhole.  Then Gunnar’s hand opened and he moaned into Emily’s ear.

“Do it.  Now.”

Emily turned the key and felt the lock disengage.  She touched the handle and turned, gasping even though it was unlocked.  She pushed and the door opened.  Emily saw nothing but darkness.  A cool pitch black pounding at her.  Her instincts kicked in and her hand searched the wall for a light switch. 

She found it.

With a quick flick, light came to the room, and Emily let out a cry.

There was a bed in the middle of the room, with red silk sheets.  The walls were filled with what looked like hanging blankets, obviously the set up of Gunnar at his request.  The bed turned Emily on, knowing that Gunnar would have her body. 

But there was more to it.

The bed had tall bedposts, all painted black, similar to the spikes from an old gated fence.  Attached to each bed post was a set of handcuffs.

Emily started to look over her shoulder when Gunnar pressed his body harder against her body.  His teeth touched her ear again, leaving Emily shivering on the outside and burning on the inside. 

Gunnar groaned and took a breath before muttering a single phrase that would change Emily forever.

“Welcome... to the after show...”

10.

Emily found herself walking without the aid of Gunnar.  Her feet moved on their own, her body tingling and warm in all the right places.  Then it hit Emily, she liked it.  She liked this.  Beyond that simple thought, she wanted this. 

When Gunnar moved by her, he checked the quality of the room, touching the blankets on the walls, fingertips grazing the top of the sheets, his pointer finger teasing the handcuffs, lifting and dropping them enough so the metal clanked against the bedpost.  One by one he did it, all the while he looked at Emily.  She moved with Gunnar, moving much slower than he did, but she couldn’t help looking into his eyes.  Their color was perfect.  The shadows of blue poured a sense of hidden innocence.  Maybe desperate innocence, but it certainly didn’t match the bed and the handcuffs that were now a part of Emily’s destiny.

“Come here,” Gunnar said.

He stood against the bed, on the opposite side.  When Emily reached her side, they were separated by the bed.  Gunnar leaned and placed his hands flat to the bed.  Without saying a word, the intensity in the room started to grow by the second.  Any thoughts of innocence were swept away by the that Gunnar offered to Emily.

She touched the bed too, knowing the silk sheets would be covered in a sticky mess when Gunnar began to touch her.

“Keep coming,” Gunnar said.

Emily slid her hands along the sheets, reaching as far as she could.  As she leaned down more,her chest began to push from her shirt.  When her chest touched the bed, she spread her hands outward.  Her eyes were level between Gunnar’s legs. It would make for the perfect chance to taste him, but there was still plenty of bed creating too much space between them. 

“On the bed,” Gunnar said.

Emily pulled back and bit on her lip as she started to lift her leg.  Her self conscious feelings about her curves started to tease her, telling her she wouldn’t be able to lift her leg high enough to seductively climb the bed.  Her leg shook and her fingers gripped the sheets.  She refused to look like a fool, not right now, not like this.  Gunnar would have his way, his command over her, no matter what, but Emily wanted to save a little grace for herself.  She knew that Gunnar could be seduced and she knew he could crack, even lust a little.

Her knee touched the top of the bed and with a quick jump and a moan, Emily was on the bed.  On her hands and knees, looking at Gunnar.  Her eyes and body dripped with need and she felt the same thing coming back to her from Gunnar. 

“Come to me,” Gunnar said.

Emily crawled to Gunnar and when she was close enough to smell his body, her mouth couldn’t contain itself.  Her lips went for his chest, kissing him gently at first, reveling in the taste and fantasy of
her
lips touching
his
chest.  Her tongue came forward, tasting rock n’ roll sweat. 

She kissed up, moving to Gunnar’s neck when he put both hands to her face and pulled her away.  Emily sighed.  She wasn’t done...

“You kiss down,” Gunnar said with an evil grin.  “Understand?”

“Yes,” Emily whispered. 

She tried to move but Gunnar held her in place.  “But first...”

He pulled Emily towards him as he moved down at her.  Their lips touched and their mouths opened.  The kiss was hot and Emily took her hands off the bed because Gunnar kept pulling at her, wanting her higher.  Her hands found comfort at the top of his pants.  Her fingertips were inside his pants and her right thumb started to move, wanting to feel him.  Her right hand followed suit and as her hand slipped down, she had a handful of Gunnar. 

Even over his pants, just like last night, she could feel him.

His length.  His thickness.  His hard desire.

Her fingers worked frantically at Gunnar’s leather belt, pulling, wanting him undressed completely.  With the belt now open, all Emily needed was to unbutton his pants and...

“No, no,” Gunnar whispered.  His mouth was open, a centimeter away from Emily’s mouth.  “You’ll have it soon enough, I promise.”

Emily exhaled a breath, knowing she sounded and looked desperate. 

She couldn’t help it.

“Stand tall on your knees,” Gunnar commanded. 

His hands opened, allowing Emily to get into the requested position.  She propped herself up high, on her knees, her lips level with Gunnar’s neck and throat.  He looked down at her, the man of power.

He touched her shoulders and moved down her arms, his fingers making her shiver and tingle.  Between her legs, she was a mess already.  She could feel the moisture pulling at her panties.  It was reminiscent of the night before only tonight her body wouldn’t accept being clothed and teased.  Last night had been a whirlwind of erotic emotion.  Tonight... Emily moved her eyes to one of the bedposts. 
Handcuffs
.
  She shuddered.

Gunnar’s fingers lined up with Emily’s fingers.  He closed his fingers, making fists on top of Emily’s fists.  He held for a few seconds and moved his hands away.  This left Emily’s hands closed and she let them remain that way.

Gunnar moved to the bottom of Emily’s shirt.  He started to lift and Emily gasped.  Yes, she knew that getting naked meant taking clothes off.  She knew that naked meant... naked.  But her body, her curves, her...

“Relax,” Gunnar whispered.

Emily inhaled and exhaled, then lifted her hands into the air.  Gunnar lifted Emily’s shirt up and over her head.  The shirt was then in the air for a second and gone.  Gunnar’s strong hands touched Emily’s sides, bare skin to bare skin.  Gunnar groaned and licked his lips, ready to have her.  The passion in the room now grew faster, building upon Emily’s thoughts and Gunnar’s intended actions.  He touched her breasts, using his pointer fingers to trace where her bra rested. 

Emily felt the urge between her legs, her lower half slowly starting to thrust at Gunnar.  She couldn’t stop it.  Her body was reacting to her needs.  Her desperate needs that Gunnar had brought to life. 

He didn’t creak the spark, he set the fire.

Gunnar reached behind Emily and unsnapped her bra.  The weight of her chest pushed forward, her bra slipping down.  Emily looked down at the rosy rim of her nipples then looked up to Gunnar.

“Do it,” Gunnar said. “Show me. Show me you want to...”

Emily placed her hands to her breasts.  She used her fingers, pushing her bra down but continued to hold her breasts.  It was a devious move, one that made Gunnar raise one side of his lip in a snarl.  A wave of confidence soared through Emily.  Gunnar wanted her.  As much as she wanted him.