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 that 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.
Nate shook his head. “No, of course not. How can I, when all I can think about is you?”
He brought his lips down gently on hers. “Now, do you think you’d like to get rid of those nipple clamps?”
Emily smiled. There was a lot she didn’t know about Nate, and she didn’t expect the ride ahead to be particularly smooth, but she’d definitely enjoy this night. “Maybe we could go out to dinner first? And then we can come back here…”
Nate punched a button in his phone and called Aaron. “Bring the car around,” he said, and then he turned to Emily. “I know just the place. You’re not going to forget tonight.”