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"I think you should give me a very generous tip," the delivery driver remarked as he put down the last bag of Chinese takeout you had ordered for Emily and her team. You were grateful he had helped but you hadn't considered he would be a creep. His eyes traced down your body and back up stopping on your cleavage. "I mean this is a lot of food and you are quite delectable." He took a step forward and you took a step back.
"You were already left a good tip." Your back hit the fridge and internally you began to panic. His eyes looked sinister when he looked at you and you regretted wearing this particular dress today. It was extremely short barely covering your panties and low cut, much more low than you would usually wear, but it was hot today. Plus it was new and you had wanted to show it off to Emily.
"But you have such a pretty little body and I'm sure you know...." A gun cocked loudly cutting the driver off.
"The only tip you need is me telling you that if you're smart you will leave this house immediately." Spencer stepped out of the hallway holding his gun steady on the delivery man.
"That's illegal."
"So is attempting to sexually assault someone. This is a nice house you can bet there are cameras everywhere.
The delivery driver paled as he knew he was out of his league. He was in their house and it was more probable that he wouldn't be the one believed. He quickly turned on his heels and left the house slamming the door behind him.
Spencer slipped the gun back into its holster before his gaze landed on you, but his mind was still on the delivery man and what was going to happen next. "You okay, sweetheart?"
You nodded distractedly before heading down the hallway he had emerged from. You weren't sure why your body was having such a strong adverse reaction to what the man said but you were trembling regardless and you needed her now. You quickly found yourself in the meeting room of the house you shared with your wife.
Her eyes found you immediately. She knew in a second glance that something was wrong with you. Emily sat at the far end of the long table that was filled with the higher ranked members of the team along with a few lower ones who were new to the group.
"Baby, come here."
A couple new members looked at you as you passed by them but her higher rank ones continued their work. It seemed almost dismissive but you knew if anything was seriously wrong that they would be up our of their chairs in moments.
You climbed into Emily's lap and buried your face in her neck breathing in the comforting scent of your wife.
"What's wrong?" She whispered against your head.
"The delivery driver thought she should drop to her knees for him," Spencer remarked as he came into the room with a cart that had the food as well as plates and cutlery.
"He what?" Emily's voice changed. It hardened. The woman was a complete and total softie when it came to you but she was cold and heartless in almost every other aspect of her life.
You didn't get to be the leader of a huge criminal empire at such a young age without that kind of personality. It had been harder for her because she was a woman, but she had risen to the top regardless of how many fights she faced from sexist assholes.
She had a small group of members who she trusted with absolutely every aspect of her life. JJ, Derek, Penelope, Tara, and Spencer had been there since the beginning. Spencer was your official personal bodyguard. Most people thought it would be Derek and not the tall skinny man that would be your protector but that's what Emily wanted.
Emily's gaze landed on Derek and he immediately got up from his chair and left the room with Spencer following. She wanted so badly to be the one to go but you needed her more. You snuggled more into Emily as your body still trembled violently.
"Shh, baby girl, shh." Her lips pressed to your temple. She adjusted you so your thighs bracketed hers and your arms moved around her neck hiding from the world.
Other members got up and began to eat as Emily announced the break so that she could focus solely on you and your needs.
"You hungry, love?"
You shook your head and pressed your lips against her neck. You loved her scent it always made you feel like you were perfectly safe.
"You feeling a bit spacey?"
A nod. The proposition had made you so nervous that you had gone nonverbal. She kept rubbing circles along your back. Your grip tightened and you adjusted like you were trying to get even closer to her which was impossible as every inch of your skin was already wrapped completely around her.
She kept you where you were forgoing getting anything to eat herself at the moment. You were her priority. You peeked out from her neck as the door opened and closed to see Derek and Reid coming back in with Derek wiping red liquid off his hands with a cloth.
Eventually the meeting resumed. Emily kept you right where you were knowing you were content as long as you were held by her. She heard your breathing slow and smiled fondly at the top of your head. It was easy enough for you to block out what they were discussing.
Your head was a still cloudy an hour later. Except now it was filled with a persistent ache between your thighs. You shifted slightly on her lap trying to get a little friction on your core. Emily kept talking through your movements. She was fairly sure what you were trying to accomplish.
It wasn't unusual for you to be found in Emily's lap. It also wasn't unusual to find Emily fucking you in a room full of people. She didn't care who watched as she pleasured her girl as long as everyone understood that you were entirely and completely hers. Anyone who leered at you would generally find a very quick end.
You belonged to Emily.
A whimper left you as your movements caused friction right where you wanted it when your clothed core caught on her belt. She turned her head to press a kiss to your temple as she listened to Penelope's report.
Your hips rocked more and pressed harder against her moaning as your clit was rubbed again and again. It still surprised you how easy it was for you to get yourself off or allow Emily to fuck you in front of everyone but now it was your normal. Honestly you loved when the other team members were around and Emily fucked you because in your mind it meant that it was cemented in their minds that she was yours as much as you were hers.
Your lips kissed along Emily's neck and she instinctively tilted her head sideways for you to have more access. You needed more, you wanted more.
"Emily," you whined against her neck. "More please."
Without hesitation she lifted your head up just long enough to give you a quick kiss then her hand dipped between your bodies. It took some working but she had managed to slide her fingers under your panties, touching your soaked core for the first time today.
You cried out. Damn, the whole world could hear you and you wouldn't have cared in that moment. Emily kissed your forehead before she shoved it back in her neck still listening to Penelope as her fingers slid in and out of your soaked pussy.
Emily's second hand rubbed your back as you thrust against her hand trying to reach that point that you needed. Trying to be as close to her as possible because you knew if she was there you were safe.
Most of the new members currently there looked surprised at the fact that their boss was fucking her wife in front of them, but like everyone else they just acted like nothing was happening.
Except for one.
He was a bigger guy tall and chubby who had only been around for about a week. She had seen his eyes travel over your body when she first introduced you to the newer members. Spencer had bristled but held back from kicking him from the house.
After all this whole night was a test.
A test to see if they were trustworthy. If they would conform and do like the others around them. Usually the test just involved you being around and her watching to see what members would and wouldn't keep their eyes off of you. They were all criminals sure but she would never work with anyone who hurt women and this simple test always proved who the perverts were.
It was just the circumstances of the night that brought you into her lap. The driver had scared you and Emily made you feel safe and protected and she honestly didn't give a fuck who saw her bring her beautiful wife to orgasm. If it was what you needed it was what you were going to get regardless of circumstances.
Jennifer leaned against a wall opposite Emily. Her eyes never once left beaded eye fat guys person. Her eyes narrowed seeing the obviously hard on in his pants.
Emily jerked as your teeth latched onto her neck as you came hard on her fingers. She had obviously not been expecting you to bite her and after the initial shock she let out a deep moan. Fuck it felt good. She left her fingers inside of you still listening and rubbing your back as you slowly came down from your high.
"I'm sorry," you whispered as soon as you detached your mouth from her neck. A whine came out as you looked at the teeth marks that now married her skin.
Emily gripped your chin and forced you to look at her the moment she noticed your lips pursed like you were fixing to tear up. "Don't apologize, my love, it was good." She rubbed her nose against yours until you laughed. "Might have to make you do that again sometime."
"So do we all get a turn with the little slut?"
The fat man had said it as a joke but there was a dark truthfulness to the words and everybody went dead silent in the room. You stiffened against Emily suddenly feeling extremely embarrassed about what just happened even though it wasn't the first time and wouldn't be the last.
He immediately knew he fucked up. He went to make like he was going to get up but that plan was quickly aborted when JJ stabbed his hand with her knife impaling it to the table so he couldn't run before Emily could deal with him.
Emily kissed your temple again and then your lips and pulled her hand free from your panties. She stood easily even with your weight and walked the two steps to Spencer depositing you in his lap. You sat sideways with Spencer, your legs over both of his watching as Emily made her way down the room to the still screaming man. Spencer was stiff under you and you knew it was only because he was watching you closely to see if he needed to make a quick exit with you. You didn't like seeing the more violent parts of this group so they tried to shield you from it when it became too much.
Emily yanked the knife from his hand and tossed it back to JJ. She put her heeled shoe on his chest and kicked him onto his back on the ground. Usually the men who failed this little test were just kicked from the group. This one was different. This one had called you a slut. This one had disrespected you in your own house. He had disrespect her in her own house. This wasn't something she would ever let fly.
"I think I might have misheard you there for a moment. Do you care to repeat?" When the man said nothing still crying in pain about his hand Emily lifted her foot and stepped down hard on his crotch which made him scream louder. "I asked you a question. I don't like when I get ignored."
"Joke! It was just a joke!"
"You think it's funny to joke about my wife the woman I love being a slut? Or are you just projecting because she's getting pussy every single day and you probably haven't had any your entire fucking life." She put more pressure on his crotch making the man scream louder and plead.
Spencer knew now it was time to go. Your eyes were wide as you stared at what was happening in front of you. Your body trembled slightly in his hold so he got up and put you in a better hold before he took you out of the room feeling Emily's eyes follow his movement. Now that you weren't in there she could really have fun.
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You had already made it to bed by the time Emily came up the stairs. Her hair was slightly damp indicating she had more than likely taken a shower before coming up to you. She knew you didn't like the blood.
She laid down beside you and you shuffled into her arms burying your face in her neck. She let you for a while running your back soothingly and waiting for you to be ready to talk.
"Am I a slut?" You asked softly.
Emily could kill that fucking man all over again. Who was he to make you doubt yourself? She had spent a long time building up your confidence for this stupid jackass to break it again.
"You are not a slut. You are the most perfect wife in the entire world. You would do anything for me and I will do anything for you. I love it when you're so desperate for me that you need me right then and there. I love it when you use my body to get yourself off. You are not a slut my darling. You are absolutely perfect."
"Perfect?"
Emily nodded and kissed you deeply, her tongue pushing between your lips as your hands found her hair. She growled against your lips and rolled you onto your back with her leaning over her.
"Absolutely perfect and I'm going to prove that to you all night long."