Finding Herself (Surrender) (5 page)

Chapter
Six

Emily went through the day feeling completely distracted. All she could think about was Nate and the terrible feeling in her stomach. Getting her first real job shouldn’t feel like this.

She sat through lunch feeling distracted, barely able to focus on the conversation. All she could think about was that she’d made a mistake. She couldn’t believe that Nate would want to hurt her, and she regretted saying no to him. As soon as she got back to her cubicle a
fter lunch, she emailed Nate:

Sir,

Please forget what I said in the elevator this morning. I’m sorry, I was wrong. I trust you.

I am not interested in the Laurent Investments job.

The requested document is attached.

It was vague enough while being specific. She cursed Isabel for scaring her, and
she told herself that Nate would accept her apology.

The day passed terribly. She checked her email every five minutes, but there was no reply.

***

A week passed. Nate didn’t reply to her email. But nobody from Laurent Investments called her either.

Emily went home every day feeling sick, convinced that she’d lost both her first job offer, and the man who made her insides melt. She emailed him again – just one line to check if he’d gotten her first email. But that got no reply either.

Finally, a week after sending the second email, she decided to go up to his office and speak to him. It was evening, and most of the employees had gone home, but
Emily had a hunch that Nate would still be at work. When she turned up on the 41
st
floor, Tiffany stared at her in surprise.

“Is Nate in?” she asked, undaunted by Tiffany’s withering stare.

“Yes, but he’s too busy for you.”

Emily
stared at the icy blonde, and then walked up to Nate’s door and knocked.

After a short pause, his voice drifted out. “Yes?”

She opened the door and stepped in. Nate was in a meeting with three men she didn’t know.

“Oh.” She felt foolish and unprepared. “I’m sorry, I though
t you weren’t…”

Nate’s eyes were blank and unemotional. “Wait outside,” he said curtly. “I’ll call you in when I’m free.”

“Yes, sir.”

Emily
closed the door behind her, and sat on the sofa in the reception area. She stared at her feet, wishing she’d brought her phone with her. Tiffany ignored her studiously.

After a few minutes
, the three men Nate had been talking with emerged, and Nate walked them to the elevator without glancing at Emily. He didn’t look at her on the way back either, and simply walked back to his room and shut the door behind himself.

The minutes ticked by slowly, and
Emily was beginning to wonder if she should just go an knock again. Finally, Nate opened the door a crack and poked his head out.

“Come in,” he said.

Chapter
Seven

Once she was inside his room, Emily started to speak, but Nate Held up a finger to silence her, and pressed a button on his phone.

“Yes, Nate?” It was Tiffany’s saccharine voice
on speakerphone.

“You can go home now.”

“Ok, thanks.”

“See you tomorrow.”

“Bye.”

Nate disconnected the line and looked at
Emily who was standing awkwardly. “It’s late,” he told her. “Are you sure you know why you’re here?”

Emily
nodded mutely.

Nate went and sat down at his desk, and looked up at her coolly. “Say it.” His voice was hoarse, and his eyes had darkened.

“I want you,” she said. “I want you to do whatever you want. No strings attached.”

A brief flicker of surprise passed over Nate’s face. “You don’t want strings?”

Emily shook her head. “No emotions. I can’t get hurt.”

Nate lowered his voice. “I’d never hurt you.”
He took a walked a few steps closer. “Take off your clothes,” he ordered, “I want to see you.”

Emily
looked down shyly and unbuttoned her blouse. Her fingers fumbled, and she finally pulled it off. She slid down the zip on her skirt, and slid it down her legs and stepped out of it. She didn’t want to meet his eyes, but she could feel his gaze drinking her in.

“And the bra.”

Emily reached behind and unclasped it, and then pulled it off. She stood there in her high heels and panties, desperately trying not to cross her arms and cover her nakedness. She had dreamed of showing herself off for Nate, but standing here now, she felt shy and embarrassed. Her breasts felt heavy and her nipples had hardened in the cold.

“You’re beautiful.” Nate’s words were barely above a whisper. “Look at me,
Emily.”

She looked up and met his glance. His eyes were dark with lust and admiration, and she felt flattered by what she saw.

“You spent the last few days toying with me,” Nate said. “So before we do anything else, I need to punish you.”

Emily
’s eyes widened in delight and anticipation. “How, Sir?”

Nate moved closer to her. He grabbed a bunch of her hair roughly, and pulled down, forcing her to look upwards at him. “Has anyone ever spanked you,
Emily?”

“No sir,” she gasped.

Nate let go of her hair and stepped back. “That’s a surprise.” He seemed genuinely taken aback. “You have such a gorgeous ass. And you seemed like a natural submissive.”

Emily
found herself touching her ass subconsciously. “I’ve never been spanked, sir.”

Nate smiled. “Would you like to be?”

Emily looked down, feeling unsure of herself. On the one hand, the thought of being spanked by Nate was arousing. But on the other hand, she didn’t know if it would hurt, and she didn’t know if she’d like it.

Before she could say anything, Nate interrupted her thoughts. “I guess you don’t have a choice. You’ve been naughty. You deserve a good spanking.”

And then his hand was on her arm, pulling her towards his desk, and then she was being pushed down. “Grab the other end,” Nate said hoarsely, “And spread those gorgeous legs.”

Emily
did as he said, her thoughts too jumbled up to make sense. She was thankful she was still wearing her panties – it would be just too embarrassing if he’d asked her to show him her pussy. Nate had one hand on her back, pressing her down, and she was aware of the cool, smooth wood against her nipples, her breasts squashed underneath her. She was bending at the waist, and she felt Nate run his other hand across her ass cheeks.

“Gorgeous,” he breathed.

And then, before she could think any further, he raised his hand high and brought it down sharply on her delicate flesh. Emily squealed out loud, but Nate continued to bring his hand down on her soft ass cheeks, spanking her thoroughly and efficiently. His hand struck a different part of her ass cheek each time, and soon her skin felt hot and sore and flushed.

Emily
groaned as Nate’s hand came down on her. She felt thoroughly chastised and humiliated, and she wriggled in pain. But Nate held her down firmly, and her spread-eagled pose made it impossible for her to escape the sharp slaps. Even worse, she was getting wet, and as the spanking continued, her arousal grew. After a while, her mind was a blank, but her senses were heightened. She was aware of Nate’s large hand spanking her bottom, the way her nipples felt against the table-top, the way Nate’s cologne smelled. She kept her eyes tightly closed, and the groans escaped her unbidden. She felt her juices flowing out, and her pussy throbbed and ached for more.

Finally, it was over. She felt Nate rubbing her skin, squeezing her soft ass cheeks gently.

“How do you feel?” he asked.

Emily
took a moment to recollect. It was finally over. She felt relieved that it was over, but kind of sorry as well. She was drenched, and desperately in need of an orgasm. More than anything else, she felt sore and humiliated.

“
I’m sorry I was naughty,” she said softly. “My ass hurts.”

“And what else?”

Nate dipped his hand lower, and ran his fingers along her crotch. Emily groaned out loud, too shy to answer.

“You’re wet,” Nate replied for her. “You’re drenched and turned on by the spanking.” He continued to rub her swollen pussy through the thin fabric of her underwear, and
Emily groaned in response.

“What do you want,
Emily? You have to tell me.”

She groaned, and managed to say, “I want you to take off my panties.”

What had seemed unthinkable a moment ago now seemed essential. She wanted Nate to see her, to see what he’d done to her, to know just how wet she was.

Nate hooked his fingers under her waistband, and she heard the
ri-ip
of the thin fabric, and realized he’d torn them off her. Now she was bare, her pussy exposed for him, and she felt a mixture of pride and shyness.

“You smell like sex,” Nate growled, and lowered his face to her hips. “I bet you taste delicious.”

He grabbed her hips and used his tongue to spear her clit.

Oh God.
Emily moaned and said something gibberish. She felt like she would pass out, she saw everything go black and her whole body went limp. And then the blood in her veins was flowing again, and she moaned out loud and felt his tongue on her swollen pussy. He licked her and lapped up her juices, intent on tasting every drop, stroking his tongue inside her and making her scream and spurt out hot liquid. She bucked wildly and her pussy clenched and unclenched and the pressure built inside her slowly. And then it all exploded, and she felt the orgasm ride through her in wild, crazy waves. It passed out of her slowly and left her limp and exhausted.

“Oh.”
Emily sighed weakly and whimpered.

“Stay like that.”

She heard the rip of a foil packet and then Nate grabbed her hips again and positioned himself against her drenched opening. She felt the tip of his cock pressing against hot entrance, and moaned weakly. “I don’t think I can.”

“You can,” he said hoarsely, reaching down with one hand and twirling his fingers against her sensitive nub. Instantly, every hair on her body was standing up, and her
nerves were on fire. Emily moaned again. She had never felt anything like this before. Never had her body responded so obediently to a man’s command.

Nate grabbed her hips with his hands and held her steady. “You will do this,” he said, “And you will come only when I tell you to. Not before.”

Nate pushed into her slowly, spreading her apart and sliding into her slick, wet entrance. Emily moaned and rocked against him, trying to take him in deeper, and he stroked her inner walls as she clenched down. Gradually, he thrust into her faster, stroking against her sensitive spot and making her thrash and moan and beg for release.

“Please,” she moaned, “Please, let me come.”

“Not yet,” he said hoarsely, slowing down again.

Emily
whimpered in dismay, feeling the exquisite torture of his lust, and she tried to rock her hips and squeeze her walls to make him lose control. But he continued to torment her, and finally, Emily accepted her fate: she would wait for Nate’s permission to come.

As if sensing her obedience, Nate began to move faster, slamming into her roughly and making her groan loudly.
Emily felt the pressure building inside her, the familiar feeling in the pit of her stomach begging for release. “Please.” The word came out as a soft whimper, but she already knew the answer.

“Not yet.”

Emily closed her eyes. She clenched her muscles, trying to stop the climax from escaping, and then she tried to relax and breathe deeply. Every nerve body was alert, every sense was heightened. It seemed like an eternity, the frustration grew and grew and every part of her body was on fire. 

“You may come.”

Emily let go instantly, and the torrents came gushing out of her. Her body bucked and spasmed and the climax flooded out. She felt Nate stiffen inside her, and she knew he was coming too, and then she felt the world darken around her and the orgasm burst inside her like a firework.

When it was over, Nate moved out of her carefully, and she stayed limp and immobile.

“Don’t move,” he told her, and she felt him spread a cool gel across her bottom. It stung a bit but he said, “It’ll help the soreness.” He rubbed it in, all across, and then said, “You can get dressed now.”

Nate watched as
Emily cleaned up and got dressed shyly. She smoothed down her hair and put on her bra and blouse, and then slid her skirt on over her bare bottom. She picked her torn, drenched panties off the floor and threw them away.

When she was fully dressed, she turned and stared at Nate.
This was the man who had created such intense pleasure and pain within her, but he was still a stranger. She didn’t truly know anything about him, and she wondered what happened next.

Nate pressed a button on his phone, and put it on speakerphone. A male voice answered.

“Aaron. Please bring the car around. You’ll drop Miss Miller home and then come back here.”

“Sure thing.”

He disconnected the line and turned to Emily.

She started to protest,
“You don’t have to – ”

“Nonsense.
I don’t want you going home on the subway like this.”

He smirked and she couldn’t help but
remember what he’d done to her, and smile back.

“It’s late,” he said, wrapping his arms around her waist. “You should go home.”

And then he pressed her closer, and brought his lips down on hers. Their mouths met, and she tasted his hot, minty breath, and explored with her tongue. He kissed her for what seemed like hours, passionate and with all the time in the world.

When he moved away she felt slightly dizzy.

“Aaron’s waiting for you.”

“Of course.”

She nodded and left quickly, not wanting to make things awkward.

***

As she passed by her desk, Emily noticed that Tiffany was still there. The blonde looked like she was in shock, and Emily wondered if she’d heard what had happened inside.

That would be funny, decided
Emily. Especially since Tiffany was rumored to be telling people that she slept with Nate.

As the elevator went down,
Emily wondered what would happen next. But she wasn’t too worried. After all, Nate would see her again, and then they could get to know each other better.

She wasn’t too worried that Nate had sent her home quickly. He probably had somewhere to be, too. Or maybe he was just concerned about her getting home too late. She definitely wasn’t worried.