A slightly delirious Emily remained naked, held up by her throat, and bend over Erik's lap, while his hand hovered over her slightly reddening ass.
Pats! His hand came down, and the goth girl moaned.
"What are you, Emily?" an amused Erik asked, as he now softly rubbed the affected area.
"W— What?" Emily mumbled, needing time to recognize his question.
Pats! "Hnnngh!" His hand came down again.
"What are you, Emily?" he asked again while rubbing her ass, enjoying the dominance in his situation.
"E— Emma's sister?" she mumbled a quick response, hoping to avoid the answer she knew he wanted.
But, obviously, that wasn't going to work.
Pats! "Hnnnnngh!"
Another five bullshit answers and spanks, along with some soft rubbing of ass and pussy, Emily was once again on the brink of orgasm, but Erik wouldn't push her over the edge.
"What are you, Emily?" he asked again, while softly brushing past her quivering folds.
