She clamped down all her muscles and moaned out loud, trying to hold it in, but then her body shuddered violently and the pressure started to flow out. She heard strange noises, and realized she was making them, and then with a final explosion her climax burst through her and out.
Emily lay exhausted and felt Nate shudder inside her and she realized he had also come. She moaned happily and said, “Wow.”
Belatedly, she remembered that what she’d done was wrong, and as Nate moved away she said, “I’m so sorry, I really tried not to come.”
Nate smiled. “I should’ve known you’d like being fucked roughly.”
Emily felt disappointed with herself, and promised to control herself next time.
Nate tossed a large shopping bag towards her. “Put this on.”
Emily opened the bag and pulled out a light tan trench coat. It was lined with the famous Burberry design, and she slid into it and tied the belt tight.
Nate grabbed her clothes, and stuffed them into the bag, before giving it back to her. “You’ll go home like this.”
He placed a hand on her shoulder, and ran it down her torso, pressing against her breast. He moved his hand up again, and tweaked her nipple until it was hard. The fabric of the coat was too thick for her nipple to poke out, and Emily felt deliciously dirty.
“I need to discipline you for today’s behavior. Come up to my room tomorrow at 7.”
Emily smiled. “Yes sir.”
Nate kissed her gently on the lips and said, “My car’s waiting downstairs. Aaron will take you home.”
Emily was thankful that she didn’t have to ride the subway in her trench coat, and left the room looking forward to tomorrow.
***
As she passed by the reception area, Emily noticed that Tiffany was still there. The blonde stared at her with pursed lips, and Emily was sure that she knew exactly what Nate had done to her. As she went down in the elevator, a ripple of worry passed through her.
Her luck got worse when she arrived home – Isabel was walking home just as the car pulled up.
“Another package?” Isabel asked drily.
Emily shrugged and said, “You know how it is.”
Her roommate stared at her, her expression unreadable. “You know,” she said finally, “I’m worried about you. Who is this guy? You smell like sex.”
Emily blinked in surprise. She couldn’t deny that she looked flushed and relaxed, and she didn’t want to deal with Isabel right now.
“No-one,” she said, and stomped off to her room.
Chapter Nine
The next evening, she knocked on Nate’s door and ignored Tiffany’s icy stare.
“Come in.”
She walked in and closed the door behind her. Nate looked at her approvingly and smiled.
“Take off your clothes,” he ordered, and Emily peeled off her blouse, skirt, bra and panties, until she stood wearing her high heels and nothing else.
She was getting used to being ordered to strip naked in Nate’s office, but she still felt nervous and shy. She wondered what her punishment for orgasming without Nate’s permission would be – would it hurt?
Nate walked towards her and grabbed her arm. He turned her around until she was facing the floor-to-ceiling windows, and he was standing behind her. The sky was dark outside, and the windows reflected back the room. Emily almost gasped out loud at her reflection – she looked nothing like the girl she knew. Her eyes were burning with a crazy fire, her skin was flushed, and she looked obscenely and proudly naked.
Behind her, Nate was fully dressed and he pressed up against her back.
“What do you see?” he asked softly.
“I see – I see a girl who needs to come.”
Nate chuckled. “I see a girl who needs to be punished. But we can arrange for both.”
He leaned down and kissed the side of her neck, and his hands reached forward and cupped her soft breasts.
“Play with yourself,” he whispered, “I want to watch you touch yourself.”
“Yes sir.”
Emily stared at her reflection. The girl in the window was having her breasts kneaded, and she moaned softly. Emily spread her legs apart and touched her clit. She could see in the window that she was swollen, and she felt shy. She closed her eyes, and began to twirl her fingers against her sensitive nub.
“Open your eyes.” Nate’s voice was harsh and angry and Emily immediately looked at the window. “Watch yourself. I want you to see what I see.”
Emily stared at her hands in the reflection. She couldn’t bear to look at her face, but she watched as her fingers played with her clit. One hand dipped lower and a finger probed between her swollen lower lips, slowly pushing inside. And then another finger, and then another, until she was using three fingers to fuck herself. Her hand jerked violently, and then she squealed as Nate pinched both her nipples hard. He twisted them between his fingers, and then he let go.
Emily moved her eyes upwards as she continued to play with herself. Her nipples were hard and erect. She moved her eyes further up and she saw that her face was a mask of lust, her eyes wild with desire. Seeing herself like that, so unashamedly horny and sex-crazed, made her want to come immediately. She moved her hand faster and faster, and Nate stepped away.
“Keep going,” he said, and then he was back with something shiny in his hands.
He moved his hands over one breast, and she felt the cool metal against her erect nipple, and then the pain seared through.
Emily screamed softly and continued to thrust into her pussy, and then she felt the metal against her other nipple, and she screamed as the clamp was attached.
“Argh,” she groaned, “My nipples.”
“They look gorgeous.”
Emily looked at herself in the window. Nate was right – they looked stunning, with the silver clamps pressing down on them. A thin chain ran between the two clamps, joining them, and Nate gave it a small tug. Emily screamed again, and felt the pain running down from her nipples to her stomach to…
“Stop.”
His command surprised her. “But – ”
“No buts. Stop playing with your pussy, right now.”
He loosened the clamps a little, and Emily reluctantly removed her hands. She was so close to her climax, she could feel it, she wanted it.
“Put on your clothes.”
Emily stared at Nate in surprise, but his expression gave nothing away. She pulled on her panties and her skirt, and then shrugged into her blouse. Her nipples poked through the soft fabric, and she heard Nate on the speakerphone. “Aaron, please take Miss Miller home.”
“What did I do wrong?”
Nate smiled thinly. “Your nipples are so hard. You’ll need this.”
He handed her an orange bag, and Emily opened it to find the most exquisite, hand-painted scarf. “Hermes,” she said, surprised at the softness of silk.
Nate nodded. “Hang it over your shoulders to hide those hard nipples.”
Emily did as he said, and felt weak from desire. “Aren’t you going to punish me?”
“This is your punishment. Go home like this, and wait for instructions.”
“Oh.” She closed her eyes. She could do it.
She walked out of the room shakily, and as she waited for the elevator to arrive, Tiffany walked up to her.
“Not your night tonight?” the blonde asked her, and Emily turned to look at her in surprise.
Tiffany laughed at her expression. “Oh come on, honey,” she said, “He’s got a series of girls, one for each night. You all get the same – I can hear it through the walls. And then a thank-you gift for your services.”
“That’s not true.”
Tiffany laid a hand on Emily’s arm and her eyes softened. “Look, honey. I’m just trying to warn you. It’s no good for an intern to get into this. You’ll have a hard time getting a job once he’s tired of you.”
The elevator arrived and Emily got on. She didn’t want to believe Tif
fany, but there was something kind in the woman’s eyes, and she worried that Tiffany had seen this happen before. She leaned against the elevator wall feeling exhausted and unable to think straight. The clamps were pressing down, and she felt a buzz of arousal.
Nate said he’d give her instructions tonight. She would do as he said, enjoy her climax, and then once the fog had cleared, she’d try to understand what was going on.
Chapter Nine
Thankfully, Isabel was already home by the time the car dropped Emily home. For once, she got by without having to answer questions about why the car was dropping her home.
Emily went to her room and stripped off her clothes. She stared at her breasts in the mirror – they looked so different to how she’d always seen them. She’d always thought her breasts were very average, probably a bit smaller than she’d like. But now they looked heavy and swollen, and her pink nipples were hard and protruded angrily. These were the breasts of a sexy woman – breasts that were feminine and perfect and demanded attention.
Emily shook her head and slipped a soft t-shirt dress over her head. Her nipples poked out and she covered them up by draping the scarf.
She managed to avoid Isabel, and heated some roast chicken to have in her room. Just then, there was a sharp rap on the door, and Emily rushed to open it. What if it was Nate?
Thankfully, it was Aaron, standing there with a large, slim box in his hands. “For you,” he said, and disappeared down the stairs.
Emily turned around and saw Isabel staring at her.
Suspicion was painted all over Isabel’s face, and she crossed her arms. “Who was that?”
“Umm.” Emily thought fast. “Delivery driver. I did some online shopping.”
“Really. This late?”
Emily shrugged. “Weird delivery times, what can you do.”
“What did you get?”
Emily looked down at the box. She had no idea what was in it and she didn’t want to guess. “Just some stuff.”
She walked past Isabel and into her room, and closed the door behind her.
Emily placed the box on her bed, and lifted the lid. Inside, there was a gorgeous, silky black dress – it had thin shoulder straps, a deep neckline and looked almost like lingerie.
Her cell-phone buzzed. It was a text from Nate: Wear the dress & nothing underneath. I’ll see you soon. Will text you when it’s time to leave.
Emily smiled. He would be picking her up soon, and they’d go out – maybe for dinner? She imagined the two of them sitting at a fancy restaurant, sipping on red wine and sharing funny stories.
How long did she have to get ready? She pulled back her hair, and applied her makeup, making her lips ruby red and her eyes slightly smoky. She smiled back at her reflection – she looked glamorous and dangerous, and she couldn’t wait for the night’s adventure to begin.
Once her makeup was perfect, Emily slipped off her clothes and shimmied into her new dress. It fell almost to her knees, and was quite demure from the waist down. Above the waist, however, a lot of her décolletage was visible, and her sore, hard nipples poked through the thin fabric.
Despite her elegant makeup and gorgeous dress, her breasts stole the show. Emily imagined going out in public like this, and felt shy and desperate to cover up. She grabbed the Hermes scarf and draped it over her shoulders, hiding her nipples and much of her cleavage. Nate had said not to wear anything underneath – he hadn’t said anything about wearing something on top.
Just before nine, Nate texted her. The car’s downstairs. Aaron knows where to go.
Looking forward to dinner and dessert, Emily stepped out of her room.
Isabel was watching TV in the lounge, and when she saw Emily she switched it off. “Where are you going?” And then her eyes narrowed. “Are you kidding me, is that a Hermes scarf?”
Her voice reeked of exasperation, and Emily hated to lie to her. “Um, I don’t think so,” she said, fingering the scarf nervously.
Isabel shook her head. “No way. No friggin’ way. Some rich guy’s giving you Hermes scarves to sleep with him?”
“That’s not what’s going on.”
“Oh really? Then what is? Where else are you going, looking like a hooker dressed for church?”
Emily felt her face flame up. “I don’t have to defend myself to you.”
“No, you don’t. I’m just worried about you. I told your mom I’d keep an eye on you, and I feel like I’m failing.”
Isabel stared at her, and Emily shook her head. “I’m fine. I don’t have time for this.”
She stepped out and closed the door behind herself.
***
The car sped through the streets of New York, and Emily asked Aaron where they were going, but he merely shook his head and kept driving. Within a few minutes, they were in the financial district, and Aaron parked the car. “We’re here,” he said.
Emily stepped out, and Aaron drove off immediately.
She looked around and wrapped her arms around herself. Where was Nate taking her? She noticed a young man walking down the other side of the street, his arms around two skimpily dressed women. She turned and looked the other way, and saw a group of slightly drunk women tottering down the street, turning the corner and disappearing. Emily felt lonely and slightly cold.
She was just about to call Nate, when he appeared at her side. Emily smiled with relief, but Nate looked serious and led her into the nearest building. They took the elevator up, stepped out and went down a corridor. Nate opened a narrow door, and Emily stepped in.
Her eyes widened. She was inside the most beautiful apartment – the floors were white marble, and there were large windows and cream colored furniture. The whole place was done in a stylish, minimalistic design, and there was an open-plan kitchen and dining area at one end of the room, and two side-by-side doors at the other end.
And then her heart dropped, and she realized she’d been looking forward to a proper date – a night out on the town, maybe a fancy dinner and some time spent getting to know each other. Instead, Nate had brought her back to his place. This wasn’t what she wanted.
“Let me give you the tour,” Nate said, and opened a door. “This is my bedroom. That door leads to the walk-in-closet and that door leads to the bathroom.”
The bedroom was done in shades of white and cream, and looked perfectly tidy and immaculate. Nate closed the door and then opened the other door. “Come in,” he said, and Emily followed him inside.
Like the rest of the place, this room was gleaming white – white walls, white marble floors, and a couple of mirrors that reflected the soft light thrown by the overhead chandelier. Instead of the extra bedroom or study that she’d expected, this room was furnished with strange wooden and leather furniture. There was a bench, and a couple of bars and strange apparatus.
“What is this?” she asked.
“It’s my playroom.”
Nate waited for Emily to understand what he meant, but she continued to look confused. Exasperated, he pointed to one of the strange metal things. “That’s a St. Andrew’s cross, convenient for disciplining.” He pointed to the bench. “That’s a spanking bench, you’ll be bent over and positioned just right for a punishment.”
Emily pressed her hands gently against her throbbing nipples. “Oh.”
Just looking at all those things, and imagining herself cuffed, bent and spread was making her pussy throb. But she also felt confused, and slightly disappointed that this was the complete opposite of the night ahead that she’d expected.
She walked out of the room and back into the lounge, where she sat down weakly on one of the cream leather sofas. Isabel was right – she was too naïve to do no-strings-attached, and she was in beyond her depth.
Emily remembered the first day she’d seen Nate, how she’d walked into his room and his eyes had gleamed, dark and intense. And in that instant, it hit her – she did believe in love at first sight. She’d tried to deny it, and she’d tried to tell herself tha
t she only wanted something physical with Nate, just to be safe.
Nate sat opposite her and said, “Emily. Please look at me. I’m sorry if this isn’t what you expected, but our no-strings arrangement isn’t working for me.”
Emily’s heart soared – was she hearing what she thought she was? Did Nate really want a proper relationship, with dates, and love and romance?
Nate went on. “I don’t want random casual sex. I need a submissive – I need you to be mine completely, to obey me and be mine to discipline and punish whenever I want. I need you to accept me as being in control at all times. I would be your Dominant, or Master.”
Emily stared at him in surprise, and Nate continued to explain his role as a Dom. Emily listened for a bit and then she shook her head. “No, I can’t do this.”
Nate reached forward and held her right hand in both of his. “Why not? I thought you’d like it – you enjoyed being spanked, and I thought you’d like a real BDSM relationship.”
Emily shook her head again. “BDSM sounds interesting, but it’s not a relationship. I – I can’t do this anymore. I think, the first time I saw you, I fell a tiny bit in love with you, and ever since we started this, I’ve been falling for you a bit more. I didn’t want to get hurt, but… anyway, I can’t do this. I have to go.”
She pulled her hand away and stood up, but Nate was quick on his feet and stood before her. He held her hands in his and said, “What made you think we can’t do this? You were the one insisting on no-strings attached. Not me.”
Emily stared at him, letting his words sink in, and then Nate said, “I’m not sure what I felt when I first saw you walk into my room. But I know by the time you’d walked out, that I was never going to let you get away from me. You were so beautiful and ambitious and daring. I wanted to know you, but you never gave me a chance. I love you, Emily. I can’t let you walk out of here now.”
Emily smiled. She felt a rush of exhilaration, relief and excitement, and then she remembered Tiffany’s words. “You’re not seeing anyone else, are you?” she asked.
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