The summer day is as lovely as it gets. Early morning. 8 a.m. Little wind, nearly no clouds to hide the sun, and Paris, her city, shows its best face. Beautiful people all around, couples in love, young families enjoying their family time, and the occasional hot single is out there too.
Emma has just left her apartment at 44 Rue des Batignolles and strolls a few doors down the street to the bakery for a coffee to go. She is dressed in one of her favorite business-casual outfits. A dark purple blouse over an anthracite skirt that just covers her knees, with matching sheer tights. What others can't see is her underwear. The same dark purple as her blouse. The same shade as the collar she accepted from him. If the people around her knew, what would their reactions be? The wives would be mad at their husbands for staring, and the moms would cover their children's eyes, that's for sure. Would some men approach her? Maybe some women, too?
Today she rocks her red low-cut Converse Chucks. If her red hair isn't enough to catch some stolen glances and shameless stares, those red Chucks act like a neon advertisement. Her black high heels stay in the cute little backpack on her back. The commute to Publicis Groupe at 133 Avenue des Champs-Élysées is way too long for those, and her delicate feet would hurt too much when she arrives. Neither Emma nor Sebastian nor Claire is into feet, and Nathan isn't kinky like that anyway, but that's no reason to get calluses on them.
Her thoughts wander to that day Sebastian tricked her into a threesome with one of her now best friends, Claire. Despite the 22°C, she shivers, pleasantly so. Last night was another okay-ish encounter with Nathan. It was good, but not the superbe extase she felt when Sebastian commanded Claire to ride Emma's face, muffling her moans, while he forced himself into her tight petite body. Or that day when Sebastian grabbed her by the hair, fucked her mouth, and made her his sub, the day she was collared.
She needs to push those thoughts away and focus on the delicious pastry in front of her. She arrives at Jean Paul Charbonnier, her favorite bakery. This is the one daily treat she allows herself if she wants to keep her body fit. The choice is as hard as ever. Croissants. Madeleines. Fluffy pastries filled with chocolate or vanilla cream, like Sebastian filled her the last time they met, first her mouth, then her pussy, and when Claire complained that she got nothing, he explained in a very serious voice that while he was willing to share orgasms between Emma and Claire, his "cream" belonged only to Em.
She quickly chooses a simple croissant and a black coffee, no sugar, to go, and leaves before the cashier wonders why her face turns red. She nibbles on her spoils and takes a careful sip of her coffee. Jacques, the barista at Jean Paul Charbonnier, knows she likes her coffee piping hot. The same intensity she felt when Claire's lips collided with her own. Searing hot. Both were hungry for each other's taste.
Emma had been curious about women for some time, and Claire proved her right. With Sebastian's explicit agreement, she met Claire a few times without him being present, as windows with everybody available are very rare.
Sebastian, meeting him at the hotel, was one of Emma's best decisions so far. This affair gives her life that thrill, that spark that was missing, and Emma's thoughts get interrupted when she bumps into another pedestrian at a crosswalk.
And what a specimen of a pedestrian she finds herself facing. Tall, broad shoulders. Well-groomed blond waves and crystal-blue eyes. About 30 years old, clean-shaven angel face, and under his suit must be a gym-fit body. His voice is soft as he excuses himself when it was actually her fault. He is nonchalant and laughs away the fact that his suit was nearly ruined by her coffee.
God, he is boring.
After a timid smile and a simple excusez-moi, Emma heads for work again.
How could she fall for someone like that when she has dedicated herself to Sebastian? And Nathan. Of course, to Nathan in the first place.
Picking up the interrupted thought again. Sebastian gives her thrills.
And, strange as it sounds, the affair with Sebastian and the occasional meetups with Claire benefit her relationship with Nathan. She is more relaxed around Nathan and can give him everything he wants and needs from her, because her own desires are covered.
She learned about her own desires. Some things she always missed with Nathan were only nice fantasies. When she tried those with Sebastian, she realized that the reality was not as pleasant or exciting as she had hoped. Like anal. They did it twice. The first time was a disaster. Painful, because she wasn't able to adjust to Sebastian's size. The second time, she was more relaxed and even more eager to please him. So after one of her infamous oral performances, she let him cum in her ass. The sheer amount of saliva and lube prevented the pain, but it wasn't that comfortable or enjoyable after all.
Sebastian laughed away her concern that he might be disappointed in her when she told him she didn't want to do anal again. He reassured her that it was more important to him that she enjoy herself, and that there were so many other fun things to do.
Emma thinks about all her former encounters with her Dom. Almost all were only positive and joyful. A few began great and turned bad when she had a guilty conscience. But Sebastian was always able to save the day and talk her out of her bad mood. He explained her own feelings to her better than she could herself.
The things he taught her. And the exploration she shared with Claire. Sebastian was right about her friend. Claire not only didn't mind watching them have sex, but she was eager to join. She has to chuckle when she thinks about Sebastian almost struggling with two women at a time. But in the end, both women were sated.
So was he. It fills her with pride that she always succeeds in making him cum hard. There is nothing better for Emma than feeling him pump his seed down her throat when she does "the thing," as he calls it. Her special technique of sucking his cock. It never fails, and the thought of dedicating her mouth, tongue, and throat to him makes her stop for a moment in the Square des Batignolles.
Since Sebastian gave Emma a pet name, she appreciates this park even more. Some ponds, a few trees, but most importantly, the chardonneret. A small bird with a beautiful voice and a splash of red on its face. She didn't understand the word at first when he kissed and whispered it into her ear, but when she saw a picture, she understood, and when she heard their song for the first time, her heart swelled with pride. Sebastian told her the moans she makes when she's in bed with him are the most beautiful song he has ever heard.
Standing at a pond with her eyes closed, listening to the birds, Emma imagines what she wants to do the next time they meet. She is determined to make him lose control this time. She has to get Claire on board for the idea starting to form in her head.
A first session of bondage. Claire has to tie her to the bedframe, ass up and face buried between Claire's thighs. One of Sebastian's favorite positions, and eating Claire is Emma's second-favorite thing to eat, after Sebastian's perfect cock. She will beg him to spank her this time. Maybe with a toy? She could go shopping with Claire, who has more experience anyway. Something that leaves no marks. When Sebastian bit her breast that one time, she had to hide it from Nathan for three days, which was scary and thrilling at the same time. Thinking of it makes her press her legs together.
She sends Claire a short message with her plan and an invitation to go shopping, sighs, and continues her way to work. Now she needs to stop thinking of Sebastian and focus on the workload, the important meetings, and her boss.
Thinking of her boss gives her pause. Thinking about her boss made her nervous before she was collared. He approached her once or twice, and this handsome man is tempting to most women. But since Sebastian is her Dom, there are few who can spark an interest in her. Rarely can anyone tempt her. This makes her smile, and she enters Publicis Groupe at 133 Avenue des Champs-Élysées.
