Finding Herself (Surrender) (6 page)

Chapter
Eight

As she stepped out of the car, Emily saw Isabel walking towards her. Great. This was just her luck. She strode up the stairs quickly, and Isabel caught up with her as she was fumbling with the key.

“Who was that?” Isabel’s eyes sparkled with excitement and curiosity. “Did you just have a date with some guy who has a chauffeur-driven
limo?”

Emily
laughed nervously. “No, don’t be silly. That was Nate’s car. His driver needed to drop off a parcel nearby so he offered to let me use the car to get home.”

Isabel looked at her suspiciously but
Emily kept a straight face. She didn’t know why she was lying to Isabel, but she felt like this was essential. She didn’t know where she stood with Nate, and she really didn’t want to face any questions about it, let alone hear how she was going to be miserable.

“Hmm.”
Isabel put her bags down and as she was heading towards her room she turned to Emily. “You know you can tell me anything, right?”

“Of course.”
Emily nodded and gave her a bright smile. “And if there’s ever anything to tell you, I will.”

***

Emily didn’t see or hear from Nate for a week. She wondered what was going on with him, when he would want to see her next. It never occurred to her that he wouldn’t want to see her – there was no doubt in her mind that they shared an incredible connection.

However, as the days went by, she alternated between hope and fear. She imagined Nate asking her out to dinner, and having a gorgeous, romantic time. She imagined them cuddling up under a blanket with popcorn, and watching a cheesy movie together.

And then she worried that she’d misread his interest in her. He had wanted her body, and after one use, he had tired of her. She imagined that he would fire her, and she’d be out of a job. But for once, the fear of not having a job paled in comparison to something else – the fear of not having Nate.

She began to replay that evening over and over in her mind, and when she was at home, she allowed herself to imagine another passionate punishment. She played with herself every
day, but despite that she spent most of her time walking in a haze of arousal. She needed to be punished again, she needed Nate.

***

On Thursday morning, Emily got a text from Nate.
Come to my office at 7.30 tonight.

She rushed through her work, trying not to think about what would happen, but she found herself remembering his touch and his lips,
and was desperate for the clock to rush forward.

Finally, it was time, and she went up to his office. This time when she
knocked on the door, she felt more confident. She knew that Nate obsessed about her body just as she obsessed about his, and when she stepped into the room, their eyes locked and the air between them smoldered unmistakably.

Nate broke the glance, and pressed his phone. “Tiffany. That’s it for the day. See you tomorrow.”

Emily knew without a doubt that Tiffany wouldn’t leave. She frowned: something was bothering her about that girl, beyond the fact that she was rude. But before she could think further, Nate had come over to her and grabbed her shoulders.

“I missed you,” he said, looking into her eyes. He slipped his hands lower along her back and pressed her against him, his mouth seeking hers and devouring her.

Emily gave in to the intensity of the kiss, and she felt the blaze burning inside her. Nate’s hands dropped lower, and as he kissed, he grabbed her bottom, squeezing her ass cheeks and kneading them until she moaned into his mouth.

When he let go and stepped back,
Emily realized that she had become wet, and her breasts felt heavy and swollen.

“I missed you too,” she said, “Why didn’t we meet sooner?”

Nate smiled. “Because I knew that I wouldn’t be able to resist spanking you again. I didn’t want to hurt you. Are you still sore from last time?”

Emily
looked down and shook her head.

Nate took another step back. “Take off those clothes.”

This time Emily wasted no time. She was eager for what was to come, and she stripped off her blouse and skirt hurriedly.

When she stood in her bra and panties,
Emily looked up at Nate. His eyes were glowing darkly with lust, and he was drinking in the sight of her. “Keep going,” he growled. “I want you wearing only those shoes.”

Emily
did as he said, stripping off her bra and panties until she stood there before him in her high heels, naked and excited. She wanted to see him take off his clothes, but Nate just stood there, fully dressed and drinking in her nakedness.

“So,” he growled, “During the last week, have you ever played with yourself?”

Emily blushed. “Yes, sir.”

“How often?”

“E-every day. Sometimes more than once.”

Nate frowned, and there was
an anger in his eyes that surprised and scared Emily. “That’s bad,” he said. “From now on, your body will belong to me. You will not orgasm without my permission.”

Emily
remembered the agony of the past few days. If she hadn’t masturbated, she would have been miserable. “But I – it’s so difficult for me. I’ve been feeling so aroused all the time.”

Nate’s frown disappeared. “That’s good, that’s exactly what I want. You will stay aroused until you come for me.”

Emily gulped. She could see lots of frustration ahead of her. But then she remembered the way Nate had tortured her last time until her orgasm had exploded, and she smiled.

“Yes, sir,” she said.

Nate nodded. “Good girl. But now, I have to punish you for coming without my permission these past few days. Get on your knees.”

Emily
knelt down and looked up at Nate. The corners of his lips had gone up, and she wondered what he was thinking. Her eyes dropped to the bulge in his trousers. Last time he had entered her from behind, she hadn’t gotten a chance to see his cock.

Now, more than anything, she wanted to see what it looked like. She wanted to take it into her mouth, to taste him the way he had tasted her.

“Your nipples are hard,” Nate said, walking towards her. “I want to play with them, but that might bring you pleasure. And today is not about your pleasure. I will not allow you to come. Put your hands behind your back.”

Emily did as he said, arching her back and thrusting her breasts forward. Nate’s eyes locked onto her chest. She wanted him to suck her nipples, to bite them and squeeze her tits, but he looked up into her eyes again, and unzipped his pants. He drew out his cock and Emily licked her lower lip. He was huge – thick and hard. No wonder he had filled her so completely. She wanted him inside her again, she wanted him to stroke against her inner walls.

As if reading her mind, Nate said, “You will not be allowed to orgasm today, so I won’t enter you after I spank you. I’m going to fuck your mouth now, and then I’m going to spank you, and that’s it.”

A soft whimper escaped Emily’s lips. She was disappointed by Nate’s words. She was already aroused, and her juices were trickling out, but she was also eager to taste his erection.

Nate come closer and stood before her, and
Emily reached out her tongue eagerly, and licked the tip of his cock, and then twirled her tongue around the sensitive head.

Nate groaned and grabbed the back of her head. “You tease,” he said, “You’re going to take it all in.”

Emily smiled happily and Nate held onto her head and pushed his cock into her hungry mouth. She rubbed her tongue against his shaft, and as he pulled out, she gave the tip a quick lick. Nate groaned again, and began slamming into her mouth violently. Emily’s tongue pressed against the lower side of his shaft, and her lips wrapped tightly around him. She was powerless as he thrust into her mouth over and over again, and she tasted the salty pre-cum and felt her arousal grow. And then he stood frozen for a split second and let out a soft groan, and the hot liquid gushed into her mouth.

Nate moved away and returned with a glass of water. Nate watched her drink it with darkened eyes, and asked her if she wanted another one.

She shook her head and stood up slowly. “No, thanks.”

“Ok then.” Nate jerked his head towards the table. “
It’s time for your spanking.”

“Oh.”
Emily clasped her hands and pressed against her lower stomach. There was a dark pit of pressure there, and hearing Nate casually command her to get into position for him made her feel weak. “Oh,” she said again, and stumbled unsteadily towards the table.

She grabbed the other edge and bent down, spreading her legs apart and pressing her breasts against the cool wood.
The air felt cold against her exposed, wet entrance, and she felt her nerves tingling with anticipation. She let out an involuntary moan and felt the juices dripping out of her.

Nate stood beside her, watching her silently. She waited for his touch, waited to receive what she deserved. The anticipation was killing her and she wriggled her hips slowly from side to side.

Nate let out a short sigh. “This is crazy. You’ve made me hard again.”

Emily
smiled, and just then Nate grabbed her waist with one hand and began to spank her rapidly. His hand came down sharply, striking her soft, round ass and making her groan in pain. And then the spanking became slower – Nate raised his hand high and brought it down firmly. Emily panted loudly and closed her eyes: this was much worse than the quick spanking. The time between the spanks seemed like an eternity, and made her stomach knot with dread. Each time he stopped spanking her, she hoped it was over, and then she felt the hard smack of his hand and the pain seared through her bottom.

Emily
’s groans filled the air, and her pussy was clenching on its own. She hated being spread-eagled, she hated being spanked. She began to thrash her hips but Nate held her down.

“Be still,” he growled, “Or do you want me to bring out the paddle?”

Emily whimpered and stopped moving, and then she felt his finger probing her tight rear hole and yelped in surprise.

“An anal virgin.”
Nate sounded pleased, and moved his finger out. “Well, answer me, pet. Do you want the paddle?”

It sounded painful.
Emily closed her eyes and imagined the hard wood striking her flesh. She felt her juices spurt out and moaned wordlessly.

“It sounds like you want it.”

“No sir! I mean, please sir, not today. You’ve already spanked me so hard.”

“Hmm.
I suppose your right.” Nate rubbed his hand against her sore flesh. “No paddle today. But the next time, I’m going to paddle your beautiful ass.”

Emily
breathed a sigh of relief, and thought for a moment that maybe her punishment was over. But then his hand came down again, the surprise and pain rocking through her body, and she half-groaned, half-screamed. There was another long pause, and then she felt the searing pain again, and the
crack!
echoed through the room. Emily closed her eyes and felt herself drifting away. Her bottom was sore but her pussy was throbbing, she was drenched with her juices and she wanted nothing more than to orgasm. She felt her arousal grow and grow until Nate moved away and said, “That’s it for today.”

She groaned and was about to stand up, when she heard the rip of foil.

“This is for me,” Nate said hoarsely, “You’re going to be fucked. It will be rough and quick and you will not come.”

Emily
closed her eyes and Nate grabbed her hips. “You’re so wet,” he said softly, and in one swift move he slammed into her hot entrance. Emily screamed out loud. Her pussy felt spread and full like never before, and she clamped down her walls and moaned as Nate thrust into her violently. She rocked her hips and bit back her screams, and she felt the pressure inside bubbling dangerously, seeking release.

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.