Chapter 29

She decided she needed to distract Priscilla from continuing this conversation right now. She needed time to think and to examine her feelings because, suddenly, she felt at a crossroads. Normally, she was a quick decision maker. This time, however, the stakes seemed higher.

So…

She got up from her lounger, stepped to her left, swung her right leg over Priscilla's lounger, and straddled the other woman's legs. She immediately started unfastening Priscilla's shorts.

Priscilla said nothing, and when the shorts were unbuttoned and unzipped, Emily stood again, with her legs on either side of the lounger, and began sliding them and Priscilla's panties off together. The redhead raised her long legs to facilitate the removal of the items, which Emily tossed carelessly to the sandy and grassy earth.

She bit her bottom lip, looking down at Priscilla, now completely nude outdoors. A soft breeze blew in from the water, making Emily's nipples harden even more. It stimulated her to action.

She reached down to smack both of Priscilla's thighs…her signal to spread those long legs, which Priscilla did. She then lowered herself until her knees were on the ground, her torso was resting on the lower portion of the lounger, and her face was right in front of Priscilla's pussy.

She looked up, meeting Priscilla's eyes.

"This by no means constitutes acceptance of your offer," she said with a smirk.

Before Priscilla could respond, she brought her mouth to the other woman's damp folds, sucking them in past her lips and stroking them with her tongue.

"Fuck, I love how you taste!" she exclaimed a moment later, pausing just enough to utter those words before going back to eating Priscilla out.

She really did love how Priscilla tasted.

Was it any better than other women?

Did it matter?

All that mattered was that she enjoyed having her mouth on Priscilla's sex, and that in a very short time she had developed a yearning for this woman's flavor, as well for how her scent filled her nostrils.

She began eating her out in earnest, her tongue and lips working energetically but strategically on Priscilla's vulva. Over Priscilla's moans, Emily's heard the drone of a small plane flying overhead. It made her want whoever was onboard it to look down and see this sapphic action going on…to use binoculars if needed, to really observe them.

That started a fantasy playing in her mind of Priscilla inviting several of her sexiest friends over to the mansion in San Diego one night, and then announcing that those friends were there to witness what a good job Emily did of pleasuring her.

"Mmph!" she grunted as her clit responded to that tableau by pulsing even more strongly.

She used her hands to push against the backs of Priscilla's thighs, tilting Priscilla's pussy to a favorable angle, and then she drove her tongue in past her opening, stretching it to its fullest length, and pressing her face tight against Priscilla's folds.

She swirled her tongue counterclockwise, loving how it was instantly covered in warm essence. After a few moments, she pulled away in order to take in a good breath, and then went right back at it, driving her tongue inside for more, this time curling it upwards repeatedly, stroking the upper wall of Priscilla's vagina, with the added benefit of causing quite a bit of Priscilla's arousal to slide down her tongue and into her throat.

In her own underwear, her pussy was quivering, and the brand-new panties—provided by Priscilla—were wet from her excitement. She wanted to strip them off, along with the cute skirt she still had on, and join Priscilla in complete nudity out here in the open air, while riding her face.

"Mmph!" she grunted again at that notion. So, in order to bring it about faster, she removed her tongue from inside Priscilla's pussy and then began using it to rub her clit rapidly, knowing by now exactly how much pressure to apply to get Priscilla off.

She heard a gasp of expelled breath, that was immediately followed by a sharp cry, which was immediately followed by…

"Oh fuck, I'm coming! Oh fuck, I'm COMING!"

"Mmmmm..." Emily moaned as Priscilla's pussy began twitching against her mouth as the redhead came undone. A surge of potent sexual desire coursed through her own core, making her desperate to climax herself.

She gave Priscilla's clit a couple of more swipes with her tongue, and then gave her wet folds a kiss. She stood up. In seconds, she had removed the rest of her clothes. Her clit really started throbbing fast at feeling the outside air on her wet sex.

While Priscilla was still in the throes of her orgasm, Emily straddled her face and lowered her pussy to within reach of Priscilla's mouth.

Priscilla, still crying out and moaning from the climax, immediately began eating Emily out, holding onto her hips tightly, her moans and squeals now muffled by Emily's pussy.

Emily wished she was in a position to see them both as they were now. Two beautiful and completely nude women having sex out in the open, seemingly without a care in the world, seemingly without any concerns at all about who might be watching.

She came quickly, as she knew she would…and when she did, she imagined being surrounded by Priscilla's friends, watching her tremble and writhe as her hips bucked, grinding her pussy on Priscilla's mouth.

She also became very much aware—again—of the seductiveness of this kind of lifestyle.

***

They continued having sex once they returned inside the house. It was energetic and loud and varied. It combined the pleasures that could be wrought from fingers and mouths and the one remote-controlled vibrator Priscilla had here, with the pain of hair pulling, bites, and spanks.

It eventually ended with Priscilla face down on the bed, but with her legs pulled up under her, and her ass raised, being brought to another orgasm by Emily fucking her with the vibrator at full power. When Priscilla started coming, Emily yanked the toy out and immediately brought her face to Priscilla's swollen vulva, licking up all of the arousal that was streaming out from deep inside her.

Afterwards, they lay next to one another, panting and worn out, not speaking for several minutes.

Eventually, more for want of filling the silence than anything else, Emily asked, "So, what else have you stolen? Like…exactly how much of a criminal are you?"

Priscilla scoffed.

"You understand that much of my work centers around what happens on Wall Street, right?" she said snidely.

"I do," Emily said. "But I was speaking more along the lines of jewelry heists you may have orchestrated. Or…tomb robberies, perhaps."

"I have too much respect for the dead to rob their tombs," Priscilla said, the lazy manner of her voice indicating how weary she was after all the sex. After a moment, she added, "Well…I guess it would depend on what I found in the tomb."

"So, you're more of a museum-centric criminal, huh?" Emily asked. She was hoping that the endorphins and oxytocin that had been released in Priscilla during sex, and which were no doubt still coursing through her body, would finally make the redhead confess.

Unfortunately…

"If you say so," Priscilla returned. And that was it.

Emily decided to try another tack. She moved herself closer to Priscilla and began snuggling against her. Priscilla welcomed her, and soon their two bodies were melded together, their legs entwined, and their arms wrapped around one another. Emily's head ended up resting on Priscilla's sternum.

"Offering somebody five million dollars is not exactly something an innocent person would do," she whispered, "despite the explanation you gave me earlier."

Priscilla said nothing in response.

Emily chose to let her know the stakes.

"Five million would buy me off for a while," she began. "Eventually, I'd want to keep looking. It's in my nature. Do you really think you could keep me and the painting at the same time?"

Again, Priscilla said nothing in response. This time, Emily decided to wait her out.

Eventually…

"That's certainly something to consider," Priscilla said in a thoughtful tone.

***

They didn't speak of the stolen painting nor the five million dollars for the rest of the night. Instead, they mutually agreed that they were both done with sex for the day, and spent the evening on the estate, chatting about practically everything other than art or money, drinking excellent wine, and even watching a movie before going to bed.

Lying in the dark, Emily let her mind wander…

She was falling for Priscilla. She hadn't anticipated that happening. Priscilla was supposed to only be a mark…a victim whose life Emily was going to con her way into with the express purpose of finding The Young Shepherdess and completing her investigation.

But in this short amount of time—which only added up to days—she had been seduced into seeing what a proper romance with Priscilla Kroyn would be like.

It wasn't just about the wealth and all of its trappings.

It was about Priscilla—a gorgeous, sexy woman who was actually quite charming, witty, and easy to talk to. She was full of surprises, had amazing stories to tell, and was very attentive and so…powerful. She could make virtually anything happen with a snap of her fingers, and those who served her complied with her requests or demands quickly.

It was fucking hot.

Considering all of that, Emily wished this case was over. Over so she could walk away from Priscilla, move on, and maybe even look for someone very much like her—but who wasn't an art thief.

It pained her to imagine that, and she felt like a stupid and silly teenager for allowing herself to begin to develop feelings for Priscilla, but there it was. That was the ludicrous situation she had gotten her emotional self into, and which she now had to extract her emotional self from.

Because she couldn't have Priscilla.

Except…

She could.

She could have Priscilla and five million dollars.

With her eyes open in the darkened bedroom, and turned away from the woman lying next to her, Emily thought about the money.

Why had Priscilla offered it?

Priscilla had said it was to clear the one obstacle preventing them from being together, meaning that she wanted Emily to botch the investigation and give up searching for The Young Shepherdess.

But was all that talk about them being together just bullshit?

Was Priscilla running a con of her own? After all, five million dollars to Priscilla Kroyn was the equivalent of five dollars to the average person. It was a negligible amount that wouldn't even be missed.

But why bother making the offer at all? Emily, her team, and the police had nothing on Priscilla. Zip. So why give up five million dollars to have her throw the investigation?

Because she wants me in her life!

It was the only thing that made sense. Priscilla wanted her to…stay.

However, Emily realized the problem Priscilla had with wanting her to stay was that she might get too close, and she might—even inadvertently—discover the secret Priscilla had thus far hidden very carefully.

The Young Shepherdess.

So…an offer of five million dollars was made, which was many times more than what Emily would get as a finder's fee. It was Priscilla's way of saying, "Five million dollars, and you forget the painting ever existed, and you and I could make a go of it…together."

Emily wanted to cry out, "Fuck!" because she did want to make a go of it with Priscilla, which conflicted mightily with her sense of duty.

Which left her with two questions to answer…

Could she be bought for five million dollars?

And if yes, could a relationship that had been paid for truly last?

***

"Don't go anywhere!" Priscilla said the next morning, giving Emily's lips a quick peck.

Emily rolled her eyes behind the blindfold covering them. She couldn't go anywhere. She was tied to the bed, her arms stretched above her head, her wrists tied together with stockings, and then also bound to one of the spindles of the wooden headboard. Meanwhile, her legs were spread, and her ankles tied to the opposing posts at the foot of the bed.

She was nude save for a pair of panties. Because her legs were spread, the panties were pressed even more snugly against her sex, which, of course, was what Priscilla wanted, because the underwear was being used to keep the vibrator that had been inserted into her vagina…in her vagina.

"I'll be back…whenever," Priscilla told her.

Emily bit her bottom lip. Her breath was ragged with excitement, wondering how long she would be kept here, the helplessness and vulnerability of her situation turning her on.

"In the meantime…" Priscilla went on. "Enjoy. Remember, if you need me…you know what to do. Do you understand?"

Emily nodded.

"Yes," she stated clearly. She waggled her left hand. It was curled into a fist and was holding a bright red silk scarf bunched up in it. Priscilla had purposely given that wrist a little more slack as well, in case the scarf needed to be waved. Priscilla would see the signal because she would be watching via her phone, which was being left in the room.

"Are you okay?" Priscilla asked.

"Yes," Emily declared.

She felt Priscilla take hold of her right hand and place something in it.

"That's the remote," Priscilla told her. "If you need to, use it to switch it off. The power button is the one on top. Do you understand?"

"Yes," Emily replied.

She then felt Priscilla breath tickle her right ear.

"Bonus points if you last until I get back," Priscilla cooed. "But don't be a hero. Promise."

"I promise!" Emily insisted.

"Good girl," Priscilla whispered, her lips brushing Emily's ear. "Now…press the button."

Emily used her thumb to locate the power button, and clicked it.

Suddenly, the vibrator in Emily's pussy came alive, vibing at a low and constant speed.

"Oh fuck!" Emily gasped out, arching her back.

She heard the bedroom door close.

"Oh fuck!" she repeated as the vibrations stimulated her passage, the effects emanating throughout her entire core.

The vibrator was at the perfect setting…steady, low, and not too intense. She felt her passage—which had already been wet—start bathing the toy in more of her arousal, while her inner walls fluttered rhythmically around it.

"Mmmmmmph!" she grunted, curling the fingers of both hands into fists.

She wondered how long she was going to be left like this, but decided she didn't really care. There were worse things. Besides, she had the power to stop it whenever she wanted.

It didn't take long before she started climaxing. And it wasn't just the vibrator's motor that had caused her to tip over the edge into bliss. It was the whole situation: tied up, at Priscilla's mercy, not knowing how long this would last.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh!" she bellowed as she came. Her body writhed against the restraints, but she had been tied up too good to break free.

Inside her pussy, her vaginal walls contracted strongly against the toy. She was aware of the base of the vibe straining against the crotch of the panties as her pussy tried to push the toy out to no avail. All that managed to escape were rivulets of her essence which she felt trickle down towards her ass.

"OhhhhhhhhhFUUUUCK!" she cried out, the enormity of the pleasure washing over her, making her feel inhuman…

Beneath all the delights her body was feeling, a thought entered her head…

If this is what life with Priscilla Kroyn would be like…there was no need to bribe her with five million dollars!