Syrisa jumped as Emma's hand took a firm grip of her shoulder. She had really hoped to get into the shop and find a quiet place to fix her underwear without the warrior seeing. She figured that there was no way to really tell the difference so Emma would be none the wiser. It seemed that it was not to be however as Emma's breath purred in her ear again as she moved her toward the back. She blushed at the mention of the "good stuff". Most alchemy shops kept most of their illicit items in the back, lust potions, magical lubricants, performance enhancers and other things of that nature. Her breathing became more and more laboured the closer to the back of the store they got. It did not help that Emma's hands were groping her, sliding farther and farther until the strong hand gave her perfect, rounded cheek a good squeeze. Only a quick hand over her own mouth stopped the squeal of pleasure from being very, very noticeable in the small shop.<br/><br/>Her pale blue eyes stared up at the blonde accusingly. She had never been this cruel to Emma, none of her pranks had involved other people. She did not like the idea of people seeing her compromised. Although perhaps that was not entirely true. While it was true that she did not like the thought of people see her, she did like the naughty thrill that accompanied the idea that she<i>might</i>be seen. Again as those wonderfully agile and strong fingers massaged the supple flesh of Syrisa's backside, the redhead realized that she was enjoying the warrior's dominance. So much that she felt her panties, that tormenting cloth, was getting damp. The mageling whined as Emma pressed her against the shelf and whispered sensuously in her ear.<span style="color: indigo"> "different?" </span>Syrisa managed to squeak nervously. Then her hands shot out and grabbed the edge of the shelf in a white knuckled grip.<br/><br/>She could not believe the pleasure she felt as Emma roughly groped her bottom, spreading the cheeks and pushing them together. She cupped and pinched, squeezed and even lightly spanked. All the while, every movement made those damnable undergarments slide and grind against her most tender parts. She licked her lips nervously and felt her body grow hotter and hotter. She found it somewhat ironic that the lust potion were on a shelf just to her left.<span style="color: indigo"> "Emma... please. this is not fair. I never toyed with you like this and never with people around. Y-you have made your point!" </span>She hissed. Syrisa's point was undermined by the way her bottom pushed back against those strong commanding hands. Even if she was in denial, Emma could tell the little crimson-haired mageling was about ready to burst from all the pleasure she was desperately trying to suppress. The deeply blushing mage shook uncontrollably now.<span style="color: indigo">"Emma, please enough. I'm sorry I was such a brat. This is un-unacceptable," </span>Her brain struggled to find the words that might grant her a reprieve.<span style="color: indigo"> "Please Miss Anderson, I beg you!"</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>