A Wolf's Howl, A Fairy's Wing

Not much later, the two of them were back in Emily's room, where Erik put the Frostvolt technique down on a table close to the door.

'I'll get back to you in a moment, my new friend. Just need to satisfy one of the women in my life first,' he inwardly chuckled.

After the door closed, Emily looked at him with parts hesitation and parts anxiety. She was sure before, but now that the moment was here again, she suddenly hesitated. She wanted this, but she didn't really want to want it yet.

Erik was just about to start suggesting next steps when he noticed her hesitation.

So he took a step closer and wrapped his left arm around her waist. He pulled her close enough for their chests to touch, and than used his right hand to lift her chin and made her look at him.

He expected her to look at him with comfort and affection, since that was what he usually got at this point, but instead he only saw annoyance.

'Right, forgot who she was for a second…' he chuckled inwardly and let her go.

"I'm not some fragile maiden who's going to swoon with a little charm and masculinity, Boss," she grumbled, a little unhappily.

'Still feels like I got you this far pretty easily, though,' he grinned inwardly, but didn't voice those thoughts.

"Alright, alright," he chuckled. "But what's the problem? Don't you want this?"

"I do…. I have a desire to be… you know, and especially by you. But that's the problem," she sighed and frowned, trying to find the right words. "I feel like I'm loosing myself. I used to hate the idea of losing control and being dependent on others. The same with excessive masculinity and men sleeping with multiple women."

"Sounds like you're describing me," Erik chuckled. "No wonder we got off on the wrong foot."

"Oh yeah, you'd be like the poster boy of Emily repellent," Emily chuckled. Than she sighed again. "And yet, every time we do," she indicated the space between them by waving her arm, "this, I feel my control and independence being chipped away by that same poster boy. And yet I still hate those things!" she exclaimed, almost desperately.

"Well, why do you hate the thought of losing control and giving up your independence?" Erik wondered curiously.

Emily looked a little confused and shrugged, "Just for… normal reasons I guess? I mean, why does anyone? Isn't that more about a person's inherent nature than anything else?"

"Perhaps," Erik shrugged. "Or perhaps you just never knew a man you could be truly vulnerable with. Someone you could trust to show your true self, and have them accept you for all that you are. I mean, I don't think I even need to mention Liam, but your father also didn't accept your lifestyle, right? Were you close with him at all? What about other men in your life, pre-awakening?"

Emily blinked, and looked a little uncomfortable. "I… I guess not? I was only sixteen and went to an expensive private school. Most guys were either afraid or weirded out by my style choices. And my father… I mean, he was a little cold and distant at times, but he was a good man. I know he loved me, Emma, and Mom."
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Erik smiled slightly, "So you never met a guy you trusted to accept you as you are. No wonder you gained an unwillingness to give up control or independence to one."

Than he shrugged, "But so what? I'm not asking you for your independence or to control you. In fact, you know I haven't used the Bond of Service to force you into anything, and Elora has left you alone as well, just like I promised. You have simply given me ten years of service in exchange for saving Emma from you, and you from the council."

"What we're doing here is… just for fun," he chuckled. "Also… I'm pretty sure I've seen you at your worst and your best, and I'd still love to marry you."

"Yeah, as your third wife," Emily scoffed while rolling her eyes.

A confident laughed escaped Erik's lips, "Assuming you're fast enough, you might be the fourth if Astrid makes up her mind before you!"

Emily palmed her face, "Way to make my case for me!"

With an uncaring and confident grin, Erik answered, "There's no point in not being clear about things, Emily."

'Ugh, why's that confidence so damn attractive,' Emily groaned inwardly.

Silence descended on the two of them. Erik simply watched Emily curiously, while the girl herself was obviously still conflicted.

"You… You may be right about most of what you said…" Emily finally mumbled. "But what we're doing here isn't just fun… and you know it. Every time you make me cum, or punish me, or make me bend to your will—like how you actually convinced me to put myself over your lap—it makes me a little more bound to you.

Soon, I won't be able to imagine life without you, and maybe I'll even happily dance to your tune."

"Maybe so," Erik nodded while smiling softly. "But you're the one that asked me to come here. You love what I do to you in these moments. Do you want to give that up? Do you believe you'd be unhappy if you stayed with me? Married me?"

"Maybe… Maybe not…" Emily mumbled. "But it's not what I envisioned for myself…"

During the conversation Erik had slowly moved closer to Emily again, and now stood close enough for his hot breath to tickle her nose. Emily breathed a little louder as well as memories from her last punishment appeared to her.

Erik slowly leaned over and whispered in her ear. "If you married me, I might just decide to punish you every day. Maybe you'd deserve it, maybe you wouldn't. But I'd definitely make you enjoy it."

"T— That s— sounds like you'd have all the control…" Emily mumbled while trembling, clearly turned on, at least by the prospect of being punished.

"Are you saying you wouldn't want me to punish you?" Erik continued to whisper. "Besides, I want my wives to be free to do whatever they wish. You were there when I married Emma. I ask again, do you think you'd be unhappy in that life?"

He could hear Emily gulp next to his ear. "N— No…"

A smile appeared on Erik's face. 'Got you…'

"So do you still want to be punished?" he asked, already knowing the answer.

She gulped again as desire and Erik's arguments started to overwrite her previous objections. "Y— Yes…"

"Yes, what?" Erik grinned deviously.

"Yes, please," she mumbled hoarsely.

"Good girl."