Losing Herself: Surrender (6 page)

The silence seemed to go on forever, and then Nate said, “I see. Well. This won’t work if you don’t trust
me.”

Nate let go of the doors, and was about to turn away, when a flash of anger
hit Emily. She grabbed the elevator doors and said, “
I
don’t trust you? You don’t trust me either. The whole email thing is just a record so I can’t say later that you harassed me.”

Nate was silent for a second, and then
started laughing. “You’re not as naïve as you look. Alright then, we’ll forget this ever happened. It was a mistake thinking you ever wanted me.”

His eyes raked down her body, making her feel hot with desire.
Get a grip
, she told herself.

Emily
wanted to say, “I do want you”. But she cared about her future, and getting an internship at Alpha Investments had been a stroke of good luck for her, a stepping-stone to a proper career. She couldn’t lose that. So instead, she said, “Do I still work here?”

Nate shook his head
, no. “I was afraid something like this might happen. I’ll have to let you go.”

“That’s not fair.
You can’t just fire me – I’m a good analyst.”

“You are
, and that’s why I’ll tell my friend Eric at Laurent Investments to hire you full-time. You’ll get your job, and we’ll never see each other again.”

Emily
felt her throat go dry. This was exactly the type of opportunity she’d been waiting for. A full-time job as an analyst at a hedge fund. It would lead to bigger things, and the kind of glamorous New York lifestyle she’d always dreamt of.

She should have felt excited
and happy. But all she felt was a knot in her stomach, tying itself tighter and tighter.

Nate was staring at her, waiting for her to say something. But the words didn’t come
out, they didn’t even form in her brain. Finally, she managed to choke out, “Thank you. I appreciate it.”

Nate nodded curtly, and then he was gone. The elevator doors closed, and
Emily found herself making her way to her tiny cubicle.

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 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.