Syrisa blushed in shame as Emma's soft, mocking giggle reached her ears again. Part of her desperately wanted to hate Emma for humiliating her like that but it was easily overridden by the rest that wanted only more of the same. She could not deny how much relief she felt giving up control. Never had she been allowed that freedom and she was easily becoming addicted to being submissive to the tall, statuesque warrior. Still she blushed at being called a pet even though she was panting like one.<br/><br/><span style="color: indigo">"Thank you.. Miss Emma. I promise I just need a moment." </span>She murmured, looking like she might fall asleep. She looked up at the woman smiling down at her. Syrisa could not be sure, but she thought she saw genuine affection on the blonde's pretty features. That only made her blush more  and for a brief moment her thoughts turned inward, trying to sort through her own jumbled feelings toward her bodyguard and now lover.<br/><br/>She sucked in a breath as those strong fingers slipped against her flat, smooth stomach. Syrisa bit her lip when she caught herself making a sound akin to a purr at being stroked so gently. Perhaps being referred to as pet was an apt description after all. the little red head shifted and her hand rested lightly on Emma's thigh. She stroked lightly seemingly at random and mumbled words that Emma could not make out. It seemed the precious little mage was still pretty out of it. Syrisa smiled inwardly when Emma did not immediately respond. the spell she was casting was rudimentary, the first spell she learned to cast actually. It was simple a spell the caused a ripple in the air; a vibration. It was used to teach novices focus by making them use it to snuff out a candle. Directed where Syrisa was aiming, namely the soft, sweet spot between those perfectly toned thighs, it was sure to get a reaction out of Emma.<br/><br/>She worried for a second as she murmured the last syllables of the incantation that if she had not said it right, it would just again cause backlash that would sensitize her to the point where she would be putty in Emma's hands and she knew that it might provoke Emma to assert herself again but even as tired as she was she was neither broken nor was she able to pass up on an opportunity for mischief. She finished the incantation and when she did not feel the backlash her eyes shot up to Emma's face.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>