Prologue

If envy was labelled as a mere emotion, I would have replaced its meaning with an unexplainable rage that I am feeling right now, watching other men and women touch her and ogle at her beautiful self. I don’t blame them but at the same time, I don’t like their hands on her. At all. Sipping my mojito (non-alcoholic of course)

I do my best to divert my mind off her, talking to other guests. Why the hell am I even here?

“Jealous, are we?” Lucy, the nice little receptionist teases.

“Nah, I just want to rip their eyes off. Been long time I haven’t killed anyone “I reply dryly to which she giggles.

“Aww you both are so cute!!!” she gushes on. “She’s so lucky to have you as a girlfriend”

The smile wavers from my face for a moment. “Maybe “I shrug my shoulders, looking at her smile wide at something whispered into her ears. Her eyes meet mine for a moment and she winks at me.

Taking it as some kind of indication, I put my glass down and march towards her in quick strides. Her eyes widen in warning but I don’t care. I push the guy murmuring to her as politely as I can and grab her hand.

“I need to talk to you ….in private” I squeeze her hand tight.

She doesn’t argue to my relief and I nearly drag her across the hall to the restroom upstairs. Locking the door, I turn to see her looking at me with a perfectly raised eye brow. Drinking in her view for few seconds, I just haul myself in her arms and kiss her pouty lips passionately. She kisses me back for few minutes and pulls apart.

“What’s gotten into you?” she looks amused.

“Just a bit jealous” I stroke her chin. “You can talk to them from a distance you know. No need to get touchy”

“You don’t get to order a domme darling” she warns me.

I bite the side of her neck and she hisses. “At times I do”

Swearing she grabs my shoulders and pushes me against the wall, “You don’t want me to punish you here”

Her voice gets throaty, turned on that she is.

I pull her closer and rub my breasts against hers, “I want you to make me come” I whimper.

She squeezes my left breast a little tight to cause that sweet pain. “Ask me nicely”

“Please……please make me come” I plead her, moaning.

Smirking, she crouches down and lifts my dress. “Whatever my Gem wants.”