Chapter Three Emma
I hadn’t seen him when I came back with my stuff. I figured he must be in the bathroom, or at the vending machine, or something, so I just sat back at the table and decided to wait. There were still lots of minibar goodies to be eaten, so I was set.
I had never been to a hotel so nice. The only places I had ever stayed as a kid were motels along the interstate, the kind of places that usually catered to long-haul truckers and drunk teenagers from town. My daddy was the former and had been the latter, so he felt right at home there. I just hadn’t known any other life.
It was the same with my hometown. I’d heard the stories of the big city, and I knew a fair few kids who dreamed of going there, of ‘getting out,’ as they called it. I never really felt like that. I guess it helped that we didn’t have a TV or Internet. Mama wouldn’t allow it. Said it brought the Devil in.
When I was a teenager, though, my Daddy got me a smartphone, for emergencies, and to give me a small taste of normalcy.
It was like a piece of alien technology. A treasure, and my own little secret.
But the tempting lure of technology had sucked me in, and before long, I’d fallen down the rabbit hole of the internet.
And one little pop-up had stirred a whole new awakening..
Daddy never found out what I had done, which was lucky, because if he’d told my mama, I would have really been really in for it.
For days after seeing the videos, I would think about them. They didn’t seem so bad, the way I remembered them. Pretty soon, I started to get pretty excited and would touch myself down there, gently rubbing my pussy as I remembered them. The incident with the phone when I was 15 was pretty much my sexual awakening, not just in terms of sexual feelings in general, but also realizing that I was ‘kinky.’
I didn’t know what it was, but there was something about being dominated, about not being in control, that made me really horny; my pussy would get dripping wet and I couldn’t help but touch myself.
I had seen Damien my first day at the firm. I didn't know his name then, of course, but seeing him had really cheered me up. I hadn’t had an easy time of it, coming in from Wyoming, with the airlines being their usual charming selves. I also hadn’t realized how difficult getting a taxi in the city was, or how expensive; the fare into town was more than half of the money I had brought with me.
All the stress melted away when I saw him. It seemed silly, but I could almost feel the charm coming off of him. His handsome face and perfect body didn’t hurt, of course, but there was something else about him, something that made me feel safe – as well as super aroused. I knew I wanted to give up control to someone, to be dominated, and I knew right then that I wanted him to be the one to do it.
Not that he knew that I was alive, of course. He was a top-level corporate attorney and I was just an assistant, fresh off the plane from the middle of nowhere. We also worked on different floors and in different departments. They had put me in with the family law gang with a nice enough woman named Sheri.
I had suffered in silence for months, fantasizing that, one day, Damien would notice me and sweep me off my feet. A silly, girlish fantasy, I knew, but I could still dream.
When I heard about the assignment to be quarantined in the hotel, it seemed like a miracle. There was no guarantee that I would be assigned to Damien; there were lots of lawyers who needed assistants, as most of them were opting to continue to work during the lockdown. Putting my nerves aside, I entered my name for the volunteer pool.
I damn near fainted when they told me I had been assigned to Damien, and that we would be staying at the Hotel Seventy. It was the kind of place I couldn’t even dream of staying at on my salary. It was all so amazing; I could hardly contain myself.
I actually slipped up containing it here and there, like the sound I’d made when Damien said I could raid his minibar. I blushed in retrospect, but, to be fair, I had barely ever even seen a minibar before, let alone allowed free run of one that someone else was paying for. It was like giving a kid a shopping spree in a candy store.
He still hadn’t come out when I finished the last bit of the snacks. With nothing to distract myself, the throbbing in my pussy became a lot more pronounced. I did my best to ignore it. I thought about other things. I tried doing the alphabet backwards. It worked, for a while, but then I would hear it.
I was pretty sure what Damien was doing in the bathroom, and wondering if he was thinking about me. Imagining he was, at any rate. Before I really knew what was happening, my hand was up my skirt and slipping into my panties.
The first touch made me jump. My arousal was at full intensity, my pussy aching for stimulation. I, of course, would have preferred Damien’s tongue. That wasn’t going to be happening, though, so I would have to do it myself.
I put my hand back down in there, just hoping he wouldn’t catch me. I gently petted my tender pussy, sending waves of pleasure rippling through me. Letting go, I let my mind drift to
