Emily blushed. Hearing him talk about punishment was turning her on, and she felt her panties grow moist. But that wouldn’t do – she needed him to be happy about her work.
“I’m sorry sir,” she said, “I ju– ”
“There you again.”
Emily glanced up, mortified. She must be tripping herself up subconsciously. But she had to admit, even his anger was attractive, and she loved seeing the way his eyes darkened. There was a hunger there, an intensity that scared her but left her wanting to see more.
Nate leaned against the desk and relaxed. Lowering his voice, he said, “Only call me ‘sir’ if you want me to strip off your clothes and punish you hard. Is that what you want?”
Emily glanced up, and then down again, unable to hold Nate’s glance. She couldn’t read his expression, and she didn’t understand the loud thumping in her chest.
Although she was fully dressed, she felt vulnerable and as though every part of her body was exposed for Nate. She felt her blush travelling downwards, and her nipples began hardening as she imagined what he could do to “punish” her.
She looked into Nate’s eyes again, and said softly, “No, sir.”
Nate chuckled, and Emily wanted to sink into the ground. “Nate – ” she started, but he interrupted her.
“It’s ok, just don’t call me sir again.” He jerked his head towards the door. “You better get going, I have a meeting in five.”
Emily stood up. Her knees were weak, and she was trembling slightly. She felt humiliated – as though Nate had goaded an embarrassing secret out of her, and now he was dismissing her condescendingly.
She hated to leave like this. She wanted more from Nate, she wanted to spend time with him. His words had lit her body on fire – she wanted him to take off her clothes, to see her body and bring her pleasure. She wanted to turn back time and say, “Yes sir, I do want you to strip me naked and punish me.”
But instead, the words that came out of her mouth were, “That was a mean joke to make.”
She sounded petulant and childish to her own ears, and wished she could take the words back. But they were out.
Nate was staring at her in surprise, and Emily suddenly wanted to hide under the covers of her bed. She turned around and began to walk towards the door, when Nate said, “Stop.”
He walked up to her, and stood inches behind her. “I wasn’t joking. But you kept calling me ‘sir’. I thought you were teasing me on purpose. I needed to know.”
Emily tilted her head back to look up at him. She felt somehow overwhelmed by his closeness, by the sudden gentleness in his tone.
“I never wanted to hire you,” he said. “Since the first day – I’ve wanted to do things to you. Things that don’t belong in an office.”
“Oh.” Emily let his words sink in slowly. They didn’t make sense at first, and then slowly they did.
Nate leaned down close to her ear. “I can transfer your internship over to an ad agency Alpha Investments owns. I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable at work. Because when I see you around, I want you.”
Emily could feel his breath on her neck, she could smell his cologne and could feel the intensity of his desire. Suddenly it was real: Nate wanted her. The same way she wanted him. He wanted to be with her.
“Well?”
Emily blinked. He was waiting for her to say something. “I – uh – uh,” she stuttered, “I don’t want to transfer anywhere. I want to be near you.”
Saying the words out loud, she felt a weight lift off her chest.
Nate took a step back. “Turn around,” he said.
Emily turned to face him slowly, suddenly aware of everything around her. She felt a light-headedness that she’d never felt before. Everything seemed larger and brighter, noises seemed louder and she could smell subtle scents that she’d missed before. She held Nate’s glance. The darkness in his eyes meant something completely different now: she saw his lust for her, and she wanted to be his. Although he hadn’t even touched her, her body was reacting violently. There was a tingling along her spine, her nipples had hardened and she was growing wet.
She knew that Nate could see exactly how she felt, how desperately she wanted him to take her. She imagined stripping off her clothes for him, touching herself in front of him. She would do whatever he wanted, whatever would please him.
Emily bit her lower lip and waited for Nate to say something. He was drinking in the sight of her body, and the air between them was static with electricity.
Finally, he said, “I’m not an easy man to be with. I need to know that you really want this.”