Chapter 30

About fifteen minutes later, Priscilla, who was having breakfast on the lanai, heard a cry muffled by the distance between her and the bedroom as Emily had another orgasm.

She grinned and then took a long sip of her coffee. She then looked down again at her iPad. The screen was showing the video feed from her cellphone, which she had left in the bedroom, pointed at Emily.

Emily was writhing on the bed in the classic manner of a bound woman actively climaxing. Priscilla's clit pounded at seeing the gorgeous nude woman wriggling on the bed, her restraints keeping her in place.

She looked at Emily left hand. It was still balled into a fist. The red scarf was not being waved.

Putting the coffee cup down, she used her fork to spear another cube of honeydew melon which had been served alongside her egg-white omelet, and brought it to her mouth.

Normally, she would be reading the morning's financial news, as well as keeping track of what her business interests around the world were doing, as they pertained to the various markets. But this morning, she couldn't care less.

She was using the time instead to think…and to plan.

She really liked Emily and wanted her to remain in her life. This had been unexpected, to say the least, but she had always been a woman who had thrived and even profited from listening to her instincts. It had not only benefited her professionally, but it was what had made her such a good athlete, capable of reaching the Olympics.

In any case, her instincts were telling her that she and Emily could have something special…that, in fact, Emily was special, and she wanted to explore that and find out where it would lead.

Happily ever after? Well, Priscilla knew she might be a little too jaded still to believe in that. She had known plenty of couples—gay and straight—who had sworn to a happily ever after in front of God and witnesses, and who were now not even speaking to one another. In the case of Mitzi Carronierre—one of Priscilla's Olympic bobsled teammates—she couldn't even bear to be in the same country as her ex-husband, and left whenever she got word that he was in Lichtenstein.

Besides, Priscilla thought that happily ever after was too much to expect or even hope for at the start of any relationship. It was much better, in her mind, to settle for happy for now or happy until we can no longer bear the sight of one another.

It was kind of frustrating that at her age, she was still thinking along those lines. She wasn't twenty-two, after all, she was forty-two. Wouldn't it be nice if she at least started believing in happily ever after?

Perhaps Emily could help her with that.

She grinned to herself as she reached for her coffee cup again.

Easy, Priscilla…let's not get ahead of ourselves.

Of course, to have a chance at anything with Emily, meant getting the woman to stop looking for The Young Shepherdess.

She had thought the offer of five million dollars would do the trick…

It was obvious that Emily Bacon was a woman who enjoyed the fine life and expensive things, and so Priscilla had had someone look into Emily's finances.

Emily was very well off. Not only that, but she seemed to invest her money well—mainly in real estate. She was also a collector of art—at least within her means. She would never be in a position to bid on a Van Gogh at auction, but she had purchased a small Chagall for $45,000 a few years ago.

Despite being as comfortable as she was, however, she should have jumped at the chance to be handed five million dollars. Even to her, that was a lot of money, and of course Priscilla would have given it to her in such a way that the IRS would never have known it had been done.

But no…

While Emily hadn't exactly turned down the money, she also hadn't stuck her hand out, waiting for the cash.

Priscilla was impressed by that. In fact, she wondered if she would be here now, on the lanai, contemplating how to ensure Emily remained in her life, if Emily had been quick to accept the payoff. That would have made her far less attractive. Instead, Priscilla had to admit that she was drawn to Emily more now.

But how to—for lack of a better term—keep her?

That was the current dilemma.

Of course, she knew she could keep The Young Shepherdess hidden indefinitely from…anyone—even a permanent, long-term (and maybe live-in) girlfriend. The only problem was, Emily had been right last night. She would keep looking. For as long as she suspected that Priscilla had the painting, she would poke into every nook and cranny of every home Priscilla owned, looking for a hidden niche, a hidden stairway, a hidden door…something that would reveal the Bouguereau.

Not only that, but that suspicion would act as a cancer on their relationship.

I wouldn't want that to happen…

She smiled ruefully after taking another sip of coffee.

Well, I had my fun…

If she was going to implement her escape plan she needed to get to work on that as soon as she returned to California. But before leaving Hawaii, she needed to send a message to her partner in crime, and tell her to get to work. Her phone was with her—as always—and she picked it up and fired off a text message…

Time for our curtain call, my dear.

No sooner had she sent the message when she heard another orgasmic cry coming from the bedroom.

She smiled.

Okay, that's enough…

She looked at the iPad. Because she didn't see the red scarf being waved, she took another bite of her omelet, put her fork down, stood up, and left the lanai, reaching the bedroom upstairs soon afterwards.

"Goodness…" she muttered, and then bit her bottom lip as her clit started pounding.

On the bed, Emily was still shaking from that last orgasm, while also letting out mewling cries that made Priscilla's pussy clench.

Priscilla stepped over to her, took the remote from Emily's hand, and switched the toy off.

Emily let out a huge breath, and began panting once the toy stilled. Priscilla enjoyed watching the way Emily's breasts moved up and down as her chest heaved, her brownish-pink nipples extended and hard.

She removed the pajamas she was wearing, including her panties, and then stood at the foot of the bed. Her eyes locked onto the panties Emily had on. They were simple light blue cotton briefs, but now the crotch was very dark…soaking wet from Emily's essence.

She untied Emily's ankles, starting with the left one. She then walked to the head of the bed and untied Emily's wrists. She then bent, placing her lips next to one of Emily's ears.

"Are you okay?" she whispered.

Emily was still trembling, and it seemed she had no interest in moving because despite being untied, her arms were still raised above her head, her wrists together, and her legs were still spread. However, she nodded vigorously.

Satisfied with that response, Priscilla picked up her phone from where it was propped up against a lamp on the nightstand, and turned it off. She then got on the bed, kneeling between Emily's legs. She brought the other woman's legs together herself, and then started removing the blue panties.

"Wow!" she couldn't help exclaiming.

Pulling the panties away from Emily's sex revealed a vulva that was absolutely covered with arousal, strings of it sticking to the fabric of the underwear as it was removed. Emily's pussy was swollen, pink, and her clit—unhooded—was visibly twitching. Only the base of the vibrator was visible, sticking out of Emily's opening, and it too was sticky with Emily's intimate juices.

Priscilla guided the panties off Emily's legs and tossed them behind her, not caring where they ended up. She took hold of the base of the vibrator and pulled it out quickly, Emily hissing as it rubbed along the nerve endings of her opening. Priscilla chucked the toy to her right, but not hard enough so that it didn't land on the mattress.

She reached forward and petted Emily's mound, thrilling at how Emily's clit twitched even more at the contact.

"Wow!" she exclaimed again, watching a rivulet of come stream from Emily's now unoccupied vagina.

"Oh fuck, I thought I was going to lose my mind!" Emily said, her voice a bit scratchy.

"Was I good to you?" Priscilla prodded.

"So good!" Emily said breathily. Her hands were now on her breasts, pulling her nipples.

"Thank me," Priscilla instructed.

"Thank you!" Emily said quickly. "That was amazing!"

"Good girl," Priscilla purred. "Now…I'm going to clean all of this up with my mouth, and you are going to continue thanking me for being so good to you."

She didn't clarify that statement, but once she topped Emily and settled herself over her body in a sixty-nine position, she knew Emily understood perfectly.

"Oh god…yes…" she moaned when Emily began eating her out. She then began using the flat of her tongue to lick Emily's pussy languidly, cleaning up all of that musky feminine stickiness that was practically slathered all over the other woman's sex…