Celeste had been so close to her reward, but unfortunately, she stopped herself short of earning it. A few disappointed tsks left Emlyn as the sound of a button being depressed could be heard. Immediately, Celeste’s wrists were free and her movement allowed again.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff00">“You came so close, my little angel,”</span>Emlyn said, choosing not to continue to verbally tease or chastise her based on her answers. However, she was still on display in front of Emlyn. His hand moved up from the arm of his chair to between her legs one more time, beginning to pet her again. This time, though, he began to coax her as each of his passes covered a little less ground and seemed to be moving towards Emlyn himself.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff00"> “But, I will give you another chance… Tomorrow night. After we do all of this over again.”</span>To finish off his coaxing, Emlyn reached for her clit and pinched slightly, causing just enough pain for the pleasure to be intense.<br/><br/>With that, Emlyn wiped his hand off on her ass and grabbed her chain. She was no longer allowed freedom of movement once more. Instead of heading through the door that they had entered the study from, Emlyn went through the other door -after unlocking multiple things on it- in the room, leading his captive angel into another room. This room was very obviously Emlyn’s private quarters, as noted with the overly large bed that dominated the center back portion of the room. Without even slowing for Celeste to really view much of the room, Emlyn made his way over to the bed and lashed the chain through the bedpost, the chain occasionally clicking into place against hidden hooks. Before long, Celeste had just enough room to lie down and toss and turn. At best, she could reach the edge of the bed.<br/><br/>Emlyn strolled back across the room, shedding some clothing here and there as he did so. The door was once again locked in a similar fashion to how it was unlocked on the other side of the door. It seemed a lot of Emlyn’s security were just as good at keeping something in as it was keeping something out. Eventually, Emlyn was down to his boxers, sliding into one side of the bed without a word. It was as if the forced intimacy of sharing a bed was a common occurrence. For all Celeste knew, it could have been. Regardless, once Emlyn was comfortable, his grasp searched for Celeste, pulling her close to him and pressing her back against his chest.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff00">“If you aren’t in a similar position when I wake up, that is extra lashes tomorrow,” </span>Emlyn warned, his voice right next to Celeste’s ear. He was making every effort to make her life hell, to make her hate it so much she wanted it. And he hoped he was doing it well.