by TorreS, Pet
Larsson opens his eyes and looks in the direction of my movements. He sees my back, walking to the bathroom, as I try to open the back zipper of my dress.
Chapter 8
- Emily, I'm tired of being here! Where are you?
Larsson shouts impatiently, sitting among several red velvet cushions on a round rug on the floor. Around there are several red candles lighted. A melody gently plays in the MP3 player. A melody called (Blinding, Florence and the Machine).
Larsson looks around and sees his pack of cigarettes in the distance. He feels the urge to smoke them.
However, at that moment I go through the bathroom door and appear in front of him. His green eyes widen and settle in my stunning image. He realizes it was worth so much waiting.
Gently I begin to move my body to the soft tone of the music. My nakedness is gently revealed by a transparent tissue, and printed with tiger print. My fingers slide the fabric through my own body skin, from the bottom up and I keep dancing, lifting my hands, my arms, moving my legs and stirring my hips.
Larsson remains hypnotized. His eyes narrow. He squeezes the red cushions around, figuring he's squeezing my ass or my thighs.
His breathing begins to weigh. He seems excited only with my nakedness and my exotic dancing, staged with only a piece of fabric printed with tiger.
Unblinking, his hand slips by his bangs. He bites his lower lip and keeps looking intensely at me. I turn slightly to one side and rub the fabric underneath me, I gently let out a groan.
Larsson closes his eyes and sighs heavily.
- You want to kill me, bitch?
He opens his eyes and I walk slowly toward him. I open my legs and squat down. My hips move gently sideways and my groins rub in Larsson's face. His hands grip my buttocks and compress them as he continues to feel my pussy rubbing his nose and some parts of his face.
His face buries between my legs and he enters beneath me with his tongue.
I moan.
He continues moving his tongue quickly inside of me.
My body shivers, burns, sweats.
I push my body down and my buttocks reach Larsson's thighs. Hastily I pull the elastic of his shorts down and his penis is freed from the silk fabric. I slide my face below and spit on top of his genital organ, then my tongue makes contact with it. I lick it and suck it all. Larsson closes his eyes and groans. I keep sucking it with more intensity. He throws his head back and releases another low moan. That excites me. His hand slides down my back and down my anus. He inserts his longest finger on my clit and starts to spin it slowly and then quickly inside me.
I moan and lick his penis desperately.
Chapter 9
Sometime later...
Eighteen hours
I close my eyes and my face gets a wave of water coming against my face. I relax while bathing. I hold the soap and start to slide it between my breasts and below. My body is covered with white foam.
The water falling from above makes all the foam slides down my body, I feel my skin more soft and clean.
However I open my eyes when I hear a scream.
-EMILY!
Larsson screams desperately.
Soon I close the shower, I put my completely wet body inside the white robe and get out of the glass box hastily. I imagine that Larsson has suffered a sharp fall and hurt himself.
However, I stop in the middle of the room when I look ahead and see Larsson standing before me. Before the glass wall. The wheelchair is behind him.
-See this Emily!
He mumbles trying to detach his right foot off the floor, his pale thumb moves slowly. Slowly he takes a few steps.
My hands reach my lips.
- My God, I can't believe this!
I murmur and run hastily towards him, my arms surround his ribs. I stare at him with my eyes full of tears.
Larsson smiles at me, feeling my wet hair stuck to his chest.
- I'm walking again.
His voice has joy and longing. His arms tighten me against him and his lips smile above my head.
- Emily, I'm starting to walk again!
Chapter 10
Eight PM
The black opala parks in front of a fancy restaurant in the city. Balzak opens the back door and I get off the car, dressed in a black strapless dress. Loose hair and long barrel boots printed with tiger. This pair of boots I got from my husband as a present.
Next, two crutches point out of the car and slowly, Larsson leaves the car as well. He supports his back against the car bodywork as he adapts his arms to his crutches. I stop beside him and grab his left arm. Within moments, we walked together into the restaurant. The waiter opens the glass door to us and then he leads us to a table which was reserved for us after by call from the Tiger mansion.
I sit first and Larsson sits afterwards and the waiter takes his crutches to a place safe and far away from the table. Larsson stares at me and I watch in silence. My husband is so attractive dressed in a navy blue shirt, dark trousers and shoes.
- At last I could finally join you at a dinner out! Gradually I'm retaking my life as before!
He smiles and then screams.
- Waiter, bring me a champagne!
Within a few moments, the waiter brings the champagne and serves us in two crystal goblets. The table is decorated with a tea colored towel. There are lighted candles in glass cups.
- Today we will celebrate all night!
Larsson utters, raising his glass up. I smile and lift my glass against his. We make a toast and then our lips experience the delicious taste of imported champagne.
***
half past nine PM
- My God! I feel alive again!
Larsson exclaims standing in front of Christ the Redeemer. His arms are open from end to end, imitating the most famous sculpture in Rio de Janeiro.
I remain standing behind him, watching him carefully. Larsson is slightly drunk. Ended up mixing some alcoholic drinks during dinner.
- See how great it is to be in front of this magnificent place!
He continues and smiles at the wind going through his face and messing up his hair. His green eyes stand up and he sees Christ above him.
Larsson falls to his knees and continues watching him. I get scared and run to him. Holding his waist.
- Larsson!
- I'm fine.
He admits and looks at my face. My hair is messed up by the strong wind there. His lips rub against my chin and he confesses.
- Don't worry, I'm fine honey.
- Let's go home...
My voice says softly.
Eleven PM
Larsson throws his crutches aside after we reach the inside of our room. He opens his shirt at the front and looks at the glass wall. The full moon in the sky makes the night even more beautiful. The room continues with a soft light from outside the house.
- I feel like I was born again!
He exclaims and walks slowly to me. His eyes are narrow and greener. I realize that he's still mildly drunk.
- You exaggerated in the drink in that restaurant.
I murmur. His indicator touches my lips and he makes a soft noise with his mouth.
- Shshshshsh.
I stare at him with a serious look. His body pushes me back and I find myself trapped between the wall and his body.
- Today is a very special night...- His tongue points through his mouth and he licks my lips. - Did you know?
He insists and the tip of his tongue wanders down my chin and neck. I close my eyes and my hands tightly hold his back. His lips circulate my left ear and he whispers in my ear.
- For a long time I wanted to fuck you in that position again! But I couldn't! I didn't had the healthy legs to do it.
His arm goes down and his hand grabs my thigh with violence. He pulls my leg up and puts it in the height of his waist. His fingers slide under my dress and I feel my panties being pulled down.
He kisses me on the lips. Our breaths start running. Suddenly
I am raised up, he opens his pants and penetrates me with his pointy and hard genital organ.
One, two, three thrusts with violence.
I close my eyes and groan, delirious with his hips moving against my body.
His hands pull my strapless dress down and my breasts come into play. He lowers his head and licks them hungrily, bites them, sucks them with debauchery.
Larsson raves with my moans close to his ear.
- More...I...want...more
I murmur a little dizzy. His tongue licks my neck, my throat and he goes in and out of me at a frenetic pace. My back writhe against the wall and he keeps stirring of me more and more.
His hand grabs my hair behind, I feel my hair being pulled together with his investees within me. This is a perfect combination of pace and penetration.
Larsson knows how to satiate me really well. Again I have another orgasm within a single night.
Chapter 11
Ten PM
I rub my wet hair in the bath towel. I walk toward the door. My body carries my bathrobe and slippers. The shampoo aroma rises through my hair, I hang the towel on the hook and get out of the bathroom.
I start walking quietly across the room and hear voices on the phone.
Constância says - Mr. Larsson, I'm with a new girl here. She arrived yesterday.
Larsson Tiger says - Constância, I want to see this new girl! I need to see her before she begins work.
At that moment I hear the conversation, look to the corner of the room and see Larsson, sitting in his black chair, talking on the cell phone. He looks to the side and sees me standing, watching him seriously, with disgust. Immediately he lowers his head and turns off the phone.
- Bastard! - I exclaim. - You tricked me!
I remove the wedding ring of my left ring finger and throw it against Larsson, the golden object hits the wall and falls to the ground rolling. Larsson bows his head, imagining that the ring could hit his face. He lifts his head and looks directly at me.
- Go fuck yourself you bastard!
I curse, walk toward the bedroom door, open it with impatience and walk towards the hall. Larsson throws his phone against the wall and gets up from the leather armchair.
- Damn! What the fuck!
His hand slips through his hair and he comes walking behind me, with great difficulty. His steps are still lame.
- Emily!
He exclaims down the hall and does not see me there. However he hears my steps hurriedly down the stairs. He goes to the top of the stairs and sees me going towards the front door of the Tiger mansion.
- If you leave this house now, then never come back! Do you understand me?
My hand pulls the handle and I finally open the passage. But first I look at him at the top of the stairs and exclaim with anger, hatred, disappointment.
- Go fuck yourself, Larsson Tiger!
He shouts again when he realizes that passed through the open door.
- Emily! I'm not kidding! Come back now!
Larsson returns to his room, picks up his cell phone on the floor. He walks to the glass wall and sees part of the garden. In the distance he sees me going in a bathrobe towards the black opala. Balzak gets out and I start to talk to him.
Hastily Larsson dials some numbers in his cell phone and soon begins to talk to someone.
- Balzak don't take Emily anywhere! Do you understand me? You are forbidden to leave the car without my orders! Emily should not go anywhere!
- Yes, sir.
Balzak says, talking on his cell in front of me.
Larsson continues watching us through the glass wall. He realizes that Balzak meets his orders and refuses to get me where I want to go on that occasion.
- It doesn't matter. I'll get a taxi.
I say to Balzak and walk forward, leaving Larsson Tiger's mansion behind.
***
Nine twenty PM
The doorbell rings desperately. Mari runs to the door and opens it. She is startled.
- Emily? What happened? Why are you in a bathrobe?
I hug her with despair. I begin sobbing on her shoulder. She hugs me too and pulls me into the apartment.
- Oh, sweety. What happened?
- That...bastard...deceived me...
Mari puts her chin on my head. She realizes that I'm devastated as to leave Larsson's mansion dressed in a bathrobe.
- He ruined my life again.
I confess, wiping my tears coming down unrestrained. I see all my happiness being destroyed by Larsson's lies and infidelities.
- He has not changed. He will never change. - I mumble sobbing. - Larsson only married me by a whim perhaps.
Because I don't believe there's love inside of him. That's more than proven after his conversation with Constância by phone.
Chapter 12
Nine AM
- Mrs. Emily! Where were you during these days?
Olinda questions, opening the door of the Tiger mansion. She casts a glance at me and sees me wearing a mustard dress and white sneakers. These are the clothes I borrowed to my friend Mari.
- Where is your boss?
- He's up there.
I climb up the stairs hurriedly, go down the hall and hold the handle of the wooden door. Slowly I open it and enter the room in a hurry. I don't care to know where Larsson is and sit my eyes on him. I wish only to gather all my things, and start doing it with the drawers. My hands gather all my clothes and I open the closet and pick up some bags, throw them on the bed and pull a wave of dresses. Without any patience I try to fit all my clothes there.
However, I sigh and close my eyes when I hear noise steps. They are slow, almost stopping.
- What are you doing?
Larsson questions, seeing me close one of the suitcases full of clothes on the bed.
- I'm leaving this house. - I answer without looking at him. I get up and walk to the closet again. - I want a divorce.
I conclude with my back to him.
Within moments I feel that someone stops behind me. Larsson's hands turn me to him quickly. He holds my face saying.
- You can't do that! I will not let you do that! Get it?
His hands shake my face. Making me look at his eyes.
- Now undo these damn bags!
He commands. I get rid of him and scream.
- No!
I start crying, holding my own chest full of wounds. Full of pain and disappointment.
- I always do everything you want, but you never do what I really want.
He stares at me and tries to approach me. He is shirtless, wearing only an opened black bathrobe.
- What do you want me to do?
I stare him in the eye. My tears still fall down and Larsson's eyes are cold and calculated at my image so fragile and painful.
- I want you to leave me alone!
Affirming this, I get out in front of him and walk to bed. I take the bags of clothes and walk toward the door. Larsson continues immobilized in his place. He really realizes that I want out of his life again. He also understands that he cannot hold me there, as his favorite prey. I'm not one of his tigers which are doomed to live trapped in their cages at the fabulous garden of his mansion.
I am a human being, I am free.
The taste of my freedom is in living away from him. Away from that goddamn mansion and all his money and his obsession.
- You will you come back!
He says after a while, looking over his left shoulder and seeing me walking with great difficulty to the bedroom door. The bags of clothes propel me forward, I can barely control my steps.
- I will not return.
I stop in the door opening and look back at him and I still see him looking over his left shoulder. His green eyes are crystalline and discouraged. His happiness also seems interrupted with our separation. With my departure from that house.
- I've never heard you say you love me.
I look ahead and start walking saying.
- You started walking
again. Now you don't need me anymore.
***
Four PM
- Hello, I'm Mari, Emily friend. She asked me to come get her documents. She forgot them here.
Olinda frowns, before my friend.
- Come in, while I check Mrs. Emily's things.
Larsson's maid says. Mari enters the house and stands in the main room. She looks around and realizes the fascinating tiger decoration. With her distraction, she doesn't see Olinda going up the stairs. However, her attention turns to the top of the stairs when she hears a noise and detects a shadow from above. She stares up and sees Larsson standing at the top of the stairs. He doesn't bother to go downstairs and greet the visiting. Mari realizes he is dressed in a satin robe, black, opened at the front. He smokes his cigarette as he coldly looks at Mari.
- Tell your friend I'll put another woman in our bed. Emily made her choice and now I need to make mine.
Mari's eyes widen and she stays speechless. What Larsson said is something crude and daring.
***
Five PM
- Here are your documents.
Mari says, handing me a black handbag. I don't bother to check everything inside my purse.
- Thank you.
Then, Mari puts her thumb in her mouth. She looks nervous.
- What happened?
I question, looking at her afflicted face. Mari cannot disguise its concern about something.
My friend shrugs and tries to say something.
- Your ex-husband sent a rude little message.
- What message? - I stare at her. - Tell me!
She looks to one side and starts with a weak voice.