Emelia felt flattered by his words and enjoyed listening to him. But her sense of guilt prevented her from accepting his compliments completely. Even though a part of her wanted to hear more of what Lucifer had to say, the rational part of her mind refused to listen to his sweet words and pushed those desires aside.
"I don't know why you say those things, but please... Don't get the wrong idea. I'm married." Emelia tried reasoning with him.
"Of course. You have a ring on your finger. But that doesn't stop us from enjoying ourselves, right? Like, how you are not pushing me away or screaming even when I touch your breasts. In fact, I can tell that you are enjoying it."
His observation was true. Emelia wasn't stopping Lucifer from fondling her. She was instead basking in the sensations his touch brought her. She was melting under his fingers, her nipples hard and her pussy wet. "I am... I'm not pushing you away because I am giving you a chance to stop.
If you don't... I will scream, and you will regret it."
Lucifer chuckled. "A little too late for that, isn't it?"
"No. It's not late at all. Just stop this now." Emelia insisted, though her tone lacked conviction and strength. "This is going too far. Let's end the session already."
Lucifer was amused by her words, but he kept on fondling her breasts and stroking her stomach, ignoring her request.
"You're not listening to me." Emelia said. Her voice was shaky, filled with nervousness. She couldn't understand why he was still continuing to massage and grope her.
"Because you are not saying anything that makes me stop. You tell me to stop, but your body is not resisting at all." Lucifer whispered against her ear, making Emelia shiver in response. His hands continued caressing her, squeezing and pinching her nipples.
Emelia moaned and squirmed under Lucifer's skillful ministrations. She couldn't stop him, not even when he was being this daring and inappropriate. She had never been handled by anyone else besides her husband before, yet here she was allowing a younger man to touch and grope her intimately. Her conscience kept screaming for her to stop it, to make Lucifer stop, to slap his hands away.
And that was when it dawned on her... Emelia realized that the massage was the only thing that prevented her from feeling guilty and having second thoughts. With the excuse of a massage, she could pretend that Lucifer's fondling of her breasts was something normal. Something acceptable.
But now... without it, Emelia could no longer lie to herself and keep up the facade. And that realization made her feel even guiltier. The fact that Lucifer had listened to her wishes and stopped when she told him to and did not press further was a good thing. But... Now Emelia had a huge problem.
Because the truth was...
She didn't want it to stop. Not after having a taste of how good it felt.
Without a distraction to focus her thoughts, she couldn't ignore the aching and yearning within her body, begging to be sated and fulfilled. Her pussy was on fire, aching to be filled, to be touched.
Emelia had never felt such strong desires for a man other than her husband, and now they threatened to consume her body, heart, and soul. She struggled to contain herself. Her face contorted into an expression of conflict as she wrestled with her inner conflict, unsure of what to do next.
Soon, Emelia closed her eyes, her mind racing.
She had two options: one was to leave this place right now, return home to her husband, and never look back. To try to forget about this moment.
The other option was to give in to her desires. To surrender herself to the pleasure and allow herself to experience a night of passion and lust with Lucifer. And the second choice scared her. It scared her more than anything.
"Are you okay, Ms. Emelia?" Lucifer's concerned voice snapped Emelia out of her thoughts.
She turned to look at Lucifer, his beautiful blue eyes meeting her gaze. His face showed a look of genuine concern, and it made her feel bad. It made her feel bad for wanting this to continue, and she felt ashamed that she could be such a weak, pathetic woman who would even think about betraying her marriage vows.
But most of all, it made her angry at herself for not being strong enough and resisting these sinful, carnal urges that had overtaken her body, corrupting her thoughts and will.