Tethered (44 page)

I got into the cab and asked to be driven to the train station. I managed to keep it together for hours while I waited for a train and then rode to New York. I waited until I had let myself into the apartment attached to Felix’s penthouse before I checked my phone to see if Emmet had called. He had not. That was when I fell to pieces.

Chapter Thirty-Four

“Bon jour!” the woman said and eagerly kissed both of my cheeks. “Je suis Helene. Etes-vous Donya?”

I nodded. “Oui.”

She started to speak rapidly in French, but I only caught a few words. I held up a hand to politely stop her.

“I’m sorry, I’m still learning the language,” I said apologetically.

“I’m sorry,” she laughed. “They told me you were fluent.”

“I basically know how to ask for food and shoes and that’s about it,” I said. I couldn’t bring myself to laugh. I had to save all of my energy for the long ass day I was about to have. We were not only creating several ads for magazines, but we were also doing a commercial for a new fragrance Alberi was releasing. Under normal circumstances I would be ecstatic and bouncing off of the walls, but these weren’t normal circumstances.

“That is a beautiful ring,” Helene said in awe as she gently held my hand close to her face. “You are engaged? You are very young.”

“Actually,” I said, carefully pulling my hand back. “I’m not sure if I’m still engaged.”

I had no reason to tell this complete stranger that information, especially a complete stranger that would be, in moments, taking pictures of me all day.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered. “I didn’t really mean to volunteer that information.”

“You look very sad, mademoiselle,” Helene said with her heavy French accent. She looked at me with kind eyes.

“I’ll be okay to work,” I promised her.

“I hope so,” she said and touched my arm before walking away.

I immediately liked her. Most other photographers would not have been cool with my mopey attitude, and they would have had serious doubts about whether or not I would have been able to turn it off for the cameras. I’m sure Helene had her doubts, but she didn’t verbalize them, which made me more determined to prove that I could go from Pathetic Stupid Donya to Super Model Donya in a blink of an eye.

I had not heard from Emmet by the time I boarded my flight for Paris. I was not such a prideful person that I waited for him to call me. I did try to call him a few times, but he never answered. I cried for almost the entire trip across the Atlantic as I felt that tether stretching painfully.

“Donya,” one of the assistants called and waved me on.

It was time to get to work. As finishing touches were made to my hair and makeup on the set, I reminded myself that this was a huge privilege. Millions of women would give almost anything to be in my position. Hell, apparently I had given up something to be in my position…

When Helena picked up her camera and asked me if I was ready, Pathetic Donya took a seat, and the Super Model in me took over.

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It was nearly two in the morning when I took a cab back to Felix’s penthouse. I was exhausted and achy, but more than anything, my heart hurt. The moment all work was finished, my modeling façade fell away and I was back to looking miserable. Helene had been ecstatic about my shots and the production team that filmed the commercial was pleased. I should have felt pleased and ecstatic, too, but I felt lonely and I wanted Emmet. I wanted him so badly, that I felt like he was with me all day. I imagined that he wasn’t thousands of miles away and that he was close to me, and by the feeling in my chest, I had seriously convinced my body and soul that Emmet was near. I tried to hold on to that in the back of a cab as we raced through the Parisian streets.

Before going into the building, I turned and looked at the Eiffel Tower in the distance. I had never gotten used to looking at it in all of its splendor. It was a beautiful sight against the sky, tall, solid, and sure. I decided that I would keep my curtains wide open so that I could look at the tower out of my window as I fell asleep and it could be the first thing I saw when I woke up. I needed something solid and sure to look at, because my solid and sure was MIA.

The doorman let me inside of the building and I was greeted by the overnight concierge as I walked across the marble lobby to the elevators. I used my key fob to get to the top floor – of course Felix would have it no other way. I wished that he was around, but he was filming. Occasionally our paths crossed, but I didn’t see him much anymore. We were both very busy. He had quickly become one of the few people I couldn’t live without. He was a good and loyal friend – and still a terrible flirt, but he made me laugh, and he was reliable.

With a weary sigh, I unlocked the door to the enormous apartment, walked inside and swallowed back a scream. Emmet stood in the foyer, just like the fucking Eiffel tower, beautiful, tall, solid, and sure. His hair was sexily disheveled and he was bare foot like he had been there for some time. His eyes burned into me with undeniable love. I blinked once, twice, three and four times. I burst into tears when I realized that it was actually him and that my mind was not playing tricks on me. It wasn’t that I had convinced myself that Emmet was near me, he really had been.

He closed the distance between us in two long strides and then his strong arms were around me, pulling me against his body. I let my bag slip off of my shoulder and onto the floor before I wrapped my arms around his neck and buried my face in his shirt.

“It’s okay,” he whispered as he kissed my head and smoothed my hair and back. “I love you.”

The deluge of tears that had burst forth soaked his shirt, but he didn’t seem to notice. He continued to hold me and murmur his love for me. Soon the soul-killing emotions and my long day working and my days of travel began to take their toll. I felt weak and dizzy as my legs began to give up. Emmet swept me off of my feet into his strong arms and kicked the door shut. He carried me easily through the apartment to the bedroom that was reserved for me. He sat me carefully on the bed and used the bottom of his shirt to wipe my face. Now the shirt was soaked with my tears. He gave up on it and pulled it off, revealing his gorgeous body. He kneeled before me, untied my sneakers and pulled them and my socks off of my feet. Next, he pulled off my jacket and my shirt. He had me stand so he could remove my pants and then I sat back down on the bed in my bra and underwear. When he unbuckled his belt, I pushed his hands out of the way and started to unbutton his jeans. I put my fingers under the elastic of his boxer briefs and pulled his pants and boxers down together.

I knew that he had only planned on getting me into bed to hold me and sleep, but I needed him. I needed to touch him, to taste him, and to physically connect with him.

Breathless with anticipation, I reached out and grasped his erection in my hand. Moisture glistened on the tip. I looked up into his green eyes as I dragged my tongue over the wide tip, licking away the liquid proof of his excitement. Emmet moaned deep in his throat and cupped my face in his hands as he looked down at me lovingly. I sighed with pleasure and relief as I took him deep into my mouth. He groaned and whispered my name. Stroking the base of his rock hard cock with my one hand, I sucked hard as I dragged my mouth up his shaft until just the bulbous head was left between my lips. I swirled my tongue over it before taking him deep again. Emmet gasped and grunted. I knew he wanted to close his eyes and let his head fall back, but he didn’t take his eyes off of me.

Feeling encouraged by the glazed look in his eyes, I put both of my hands on his ass for leverage and took him so deeply that I started to choke on his length and girth. He cursed and groaned loudly and twisted his fingers in my hair. He thrust gently in my mouth, and because I was no longer Pathetic Donya or Super Model Donya, I moaned and looked at him encouragingly. Donya SGL wanted her lover to thrust his appendage into her mouth. Emmet took his cue and began to gently thrust in and out of my mouth. The look of pleasure on his face made me feel empowered. I was the one making him feel that way. I dug my fingers into his ass cheeks, making him thrust deeper into my mouth.

I knew he was getting close, because he began to thrust faster and harder. My throat would be sore in the morning, but I didn’t care. When he tried to pull away so that he wouldn’t finish in my mouth, I held onto him and made my mouth as tight as I could. Emmet gave me one questioning look, and when I only moaned in response, he gave in completely. Groaning loudly and calling my name like a mantra, his cock began to spasm in my mouth and then warm, sticky liquid was shooting onto the back of my tongue. He pulled out of my mouth slowly and once his cock slipped from my lips, I took a few swallows. It was the first time he had ever finished in my mouth. He more than earned it.

I fell back onto the bed, exhausted. Since I had not made my bed that morning, Emmet easily pulled the blankets up over me after he repositioned me more comfortably in the bed. He turned off the light and then climbed in beside me and pulled me into his arms. He kissed me slowly, lazily, but passionately. My toes curled at the way his tongue moved in my mouth and I could feel him still hard against me. His hand traveled over my bare belly and up my ribcage until he was cupping my breast. He squeezed it gently as his thumb moved over my hard nipple. I squirmed and moaned softly.

Emmet pulled his lips from mine and kissed my chin, down my neck and across my collar bone. He expertly unhooked my bra, releasing my breasts to the mercy of his hands and fingers. Whatever exhaustion I had felt was disappearing as he sucked a nipple into his mouth and his other hand rolled my other nipple between his fingers. I slipped my hands into his hair. I still couldn’t believe that he was there, that he had come to Paris for me. Part of me felt like I was dreaming and I worried that I would wake up and this would have never had happened.

He left my aching breasts glistening from the moisture from his mouth as he kissed a path down my belly and over my panty line. He gently pushed my legs open and to my surprise and excitement, he licked my sex through my underwear. I groaned and lifted my hips off of the bed. Emmet took this opportunity to pull the panties off, but I was suddenly self-conscious. I had showered at five in the morning, but I had been working all day. I didn’t feel very…fresh, and I told him as much, but he shut down my worries when his tongue dipped inside of me. I wriggled against him as his tongue eased in and out of me. When he licked between my swollen lips up to my sensitive clit, DSGL grabbed the back of Emmet’s head and grinded onto her lover’s face.

He moaned as if he enjoyed my aggressiveness. He flicked his tongue over my clit repeatedly. I squirmed and moaned and bit down on my lip. When he put his lips over it and sucked, my hips shot off of the bed and I cried out. I pulled on his hair and cried out his name as I grinded on his face. He slipped two fingers inside of my tight channel and I came undone. I tried to push him away as my orgasm punched through my body. It was too much to take, but Emmet didn’t allow me to push him away. He sucked my clit harder and added a third finger. I felt like I was spinning out of control, ready to crash into the earth in a heap, but another orgasm rocked through my body and I found myself hurtling through space once again. Emmet licked my clit lazily as I began to come back to Earth, and his fingers moved slowly.

My orgasm subsided, but my body still trembled even as Emmet positioned himself over me. In one smooth move, he sank his cock deep inside of me. My head tipped back and my eyes closed as I moaned loudly. My back bowed away from the bed in a natural reflex that only buried Emmet’s erection deeper inside of me. He groaned my name and crushed his body against mine, pinning me to the bed beneath him and he kissed me with unbridled salacity. My lips felt as if they were bruising and my tongue and mouth felt battered, but I not only wanted his violent passion, but I craved it and loved it.

My nails dug into his flesh as pleasure and pain mingled together with each stroke of Emmet’s turgid member into my aching vagina. When his lips left mine and began to move down my cheek, I turned my head to give him full access to my neck. The curtains were open after all, giving me the perfect view of the Eiffel Tower. It struck me how perfect the moment was. I was making love with my soul mate in Paris with one of the most romantic structures in the world within view. Not only did I have Emmet in my arms and inside of me, he had traveled thousands of miles to make this moment happen. My love for him was already at depths I’d never be able to quantify, but it suddenly blossomed further and my chest felt like it was going to explode with passion, appreciation, and love.

My tears started again, just as Emmet’s teeth sunk into the curvy flesh of my breast. I cried out in pain and delight that was cut short by Emmet’s mouth quickly finding mine again. His rhythm increased, as did the power behind his thrusts. With his elbows on either side of my head, his hands held my face and his thumbs wiped away my tears as he continued to kiss me and make love to me with unchecked fervor. My screams were met by his increasing moans and grunts. His chest rubbed against my sensitive nipples and his body pressed against my clit with his movements.

My whole body felt like it was on fire. I was burning with passion and pleasure. Emmet’s body was hot against mine. Together we would erupt into flames and set the entire bed on fire, maybe the entire city. That’s how hot I felt with him. His cock was hitting me in just the right place and I began to see white spots behind my eyelids and there was a keening coming from within me but it was caught by Emmet’s warm, silky mouth.

Suddenly, I pulled my mouth away from his and screamed his name as a scorching, explosive orgasm tore through my body. It sparked hot delight over every inch of my skin. I clung to him as the orgasm continued to sear me through and through. Emmet followed, holding me tightly to his body and calling out my name as his seed spilled inside of me. I felt every jerk of his manhood as he came, every throb and every spurt. Before I could stop violently trembling from the last orgasm, I was desolated by another.