The next few minutes were spent with Emily desperately lathering his cock in as much saliva as she could, knowing it would soon ravage her ass.
Yet, it was hard for her to focus. Erik's pheromones were making her thoughts hazy as a pink fog of lust filled her mind, even while the finger in her ass was constantly sending electric pulses through her muscles that were making feel all sorts of strange things that she couldn't quite understand.
All in all, her mind was a mess. And she loved it.
This is exactly what her masochistic instincts desired. Exactly what she had been half-heartedly trying to deny herself this whole time.
For Erik to take control, and teach her to obey. To have her mind quiet down, and have him help control her darker urges.
So that there would never be a repeat of what happened in London.
