Chapter 781: Chapter 781 - His canvas*
As soon as they came into view, Emily turned visibly excited again. Her body trembled. Nothing was left of her previous fear, as all her focus was on Erik’s hand.
Seeing her reaction, Erik smirked. "I was going to ask if you’re sure about this, but perhaps that’d be redundant."
Emily grinned, still kneeling between his legs. She kept her hands behind her head, her back straight, and her breasts pushed outward, as if putting herself on display. Yet, her eyes continued looking at the jewellery. "I’ve been thinking about getting these since even before the awakening," she muttered absentmindedly, her mind flung back to nine years ago.
Quickly returning to the present, she finally tore her gaze away from his hand and looked up at Erik with a wide grin. "Back then, I never would have imagined I’d be getting them as a tribute to my husband and master... but I couldn’t be more excited about it."
"Heh, well, I won’t deny I’m feeling some excitement as well," Erik chuckled as he played with the two rings in his hand. "I do like the idea of marking you even more..."
Currently, there was Erik’s mark on the lower half of her stomach and the—essentially permanent—collar around her neck. Now, he’d be adding another two permanent accessories to mark her body as his.
"My body is your canvas, Master," Emily grinned, her voice quivering with lust, obedience, devotion, and more than a little obsession. "Mark it in whatever way you like..."
Erik sighed dramatically, as if regretful. "I can’t believe I ended up with such an incorrigible masochist for a wife... What would my younger self have thought?"
"Who cares!" Emily groaned impatiently, her gaze now drawn back to the rings. "Just get on with it!"
"Hmpf," Erik snorted, before suddenly grabbing her chin with a lightning-fast movement. "I decide when and how this happens..." he growled, looking deeply into her black and crimson eyes.
Emily’s breath hitched in her throat. Gulping, she quickly nodded, her eyes becoming lost in the fierce amber gaze that dominated 90 percent of her thoughts. One had to wonder if she’d lashed out just to evoke this very reaction.
"Good girl," Erik chuckled, gently patting Emily’s cheek. The somewhat demeaning gesture only caused more pleasure to surge through her body, panting softly.
Yet, even in these moments, love radiated through both of them—and that was very important. Those feelings—and the fact that there wasn’t anything like a Bond of Service enforcing her obedience—were what separated Emily from Nora, Anne, and now Leia.
Still clutching her chin, Erik looked deep into Emily’s eyes. "Stay still now, my lovely canvas," he demanded in a domineering tone.
Shuddering, Emily nodded as much as she could, anticipation gathering in her gaze. Yet, nothing followed. Erik continued staring at her with the same gaze, not doing or saying anything.
Naturally, this only increased Emily’s anticipation. Her breath was shaky and rapid. Impatience surged through her, but she kept herself from doing or saying anything... not wanting to disobey him.
This silent stalemate dragged on until Emily became unsure if she’d been sitting there for seconds or hours. All the while, her haggard, anticipation-filled breathing was the only sound filling the room, until...
Tak
Suddenly, a sharp sound echoed, and Emily’s eyes widened from a painful sting. "Hah!" she yelped and panted. Almost instantly, the flash of pain then made way for ecstatic excitement and pleasure... but she still didn’t move. Erik hadn’t allowed her yet, and she knew there was still another one to go.
Suppressing her desire to try and look down, Emily instead revelled in this feeling and forced herself to wait patiently.
Meanwhile, Erik’s expression barely changed, nor did he show any movement. Not wanting to give Emily any warning about when it happened, he manipulated the rings purely with aetherium and fully suppressed Emily’s omnisense.
Another silent stalemate followed as time seemed to drag on until it became entirely meaningless to Emily. Her shaking only ever worsened as the first sting slowly faded away.
Tak
Suddenly, what seemed like an eternity later, the second sting came. Emily yelped again, both from surprise and pain, but her grin only widened. Now, she was truly vibrating from excitement. The only thing stopping her from moving was the stern, amber eyes looking deep into her soul and compelling it into submission.
Erik didn’t immediately release her. He spent several more minutes drinking in the absolutely perverted expression on her face and the lewd trembling of her body. Then, he finally released her with an approving grin. "Good girl," he chuckled. "You can look now."
Without pause, Emily’s eyes angled down and her head soon followed. At the same time, she removed her hands from her head and moved them down, too... but that quickly stopped when pain surged from one of her breasts, accompanied by Erik’s growl: "I said look, not touch."
Without even much conscious thought, Emily instinctively obeyed as her hands flew back to her head. Yet, her eyes continued, revealing the scene below. Two beautiful golden rings had pierced her nipples, with one being actively pulled by Erik as punishment for moving her hands.
At the same time, Erik also released the ring again, flooding Emily with a feeling of relief as a reward for her obedience—and this was exactly the feeling she craved.
As soon as she saw the rings, Emily actually released a soft, relieved moan. Finally, the anticipation she’d been feeling was released, and it was just as she’d hoped. With her omnisense no longer suppressed by Erik, she thoroughly inspected the result.
Naturally, her third-rank Arcanist body had healed the small wounds almost immediately, and Erik had already evaporated the small drops of blood. Her senses then flew over the engravings she’d personally etched onto these rings: ’Goth-Kitty-Slave-Wife’ and ’Erik’s Property’.
Finally, she looked up at Erik again. "Do you... like them, Master...?" she asked with more shyness than Erik had likely ever seen from her.
Erik smiled warmly at her, gently lifting one of her breasts with his hand as he inspected her new look. "They’re a wonderful gift, Emily... and I can see you like them, too."
"Y— Yesss~" Emily purred softly, lust practically dripping from her every pore. "C— Can I please touch now, Master~?"
"Heh," Erik chuckled. "Fine."
Instantly, Emily’s hands flew to the rings, and she couldn’t help but pull on them a little. A shaky moan of pleasure passed her lips both when she pulled and released. She looked back up at Erik with a teasing pout. "It feels better when you do it, Master..."
Erik smirked before waving his hand. Suddenly, a small golden chain materialised between the rings, and Erik quickly pulled on it. "I think we can start our third activity of the night by testing these out a little..."