Losing Herself(Surrender, Part 1)(21)

“They look gorgeous.”

Emily looked at herself in the window. Nate was right – they looked stunning, with the silver clamps pressing down on them. A thin chain ran between the two clamps, joining them, and Nate gave it a small tug. Emily screamed again, and felt the pain running down from her nipples to her stomach to…

“Stop.”

His command surprised her. “But – ”

“No buts. Stop playing with your pussy, right now.”

He loosened the clamps a little, and Emily reluctantly removed her hands. She was so close to her climax, she could feel it, she wanted it.

“Put on your clothes.”

Emily stared at Nate in surprise, but his expression gave nothing away. She pulled on her panties and her skirt, and then shrugged into her blouse. Her nipples poked through the soft fabric, and she heard Nate on the speakerphone. “Aaron, please take Miss Miller home.”

“What did I do wrong?”

Nate smiled thinly. “Your nipples are so hard. You’ll need this.”

He handed her an orange bag, and Emily opened it to find the most exquisite, hand-painted scarf. “Hermes,” she said, surprised at the softness of silk.

Nate nodded. “Hang it over your shoulders to hide those hard nipples.”

Emily did as he said, and felt weak from desire. “Aren’t you going to punish me?”

“This is your punishment. Go home like this, and wait for instructions.”

“Oh.” She closed her eyes. She could do it.

She walked out of the room shakily, and as she waited for the elevator to arrive, Tiffany walked up to her.

“Not your night tonight?” the blonde asked her, and Emily turned to look at her in surprise.

Tiffany laughed at her expression. “Oh come on, honey,” she said, “He’s got a series of girls, one for each night. You all get the same – I can hear it through the walls. And then a thank-you gift for your services.”

“That’s not true.”

Tiffany laid a hand on Emily’s arm and her eyes softened. “Look, honey. I’m just trying to warn you. It’s no good for an intern to get into this. You’ll have a hard time getting a job once he’s tired of you.”

The elevator arrived and Emily got on. She didn’t want to believe Tiffany, but there was something kind in the woman’s eyes, and she worried that Tiffany had seen this happen before. She leaned against the elevator wall feeling exhausted and unable to think straight. The clamps were pressing down, and she felt a buzz of arousal.

Nate said he’d give her instructions tonight. She would do as he said, enjoy her climax, and then once the fog had cleared, she’d try to understand what was going on.





Chapter Nine



Thankfully, Isabel was already home by the time the car dropped Emily home. For once, she got by without having to answer questions about why the car was dropping her home.

Emily went to her room and stripped off her clothes. She stared at her breasts in the mirror – they looked so different to how she’d always seen them. She’d always thought her breasts were very average, probably a bit smaller than she’d like. But now they looked heavy and swollen, and her pink nipples were hard and protruded angrily. These were the breasts of a sexy woman – breasts that were feminine and perfect and demanded attention.

Emily shook her head and slipped a soft t-shirt dress over her head. Her nipples poked out and she covered them up by draping the scarf.

She managed to avoid Isabel, and heated some roast chicken to have in her room. Just then, there was a sharp rap on the door, and Emily rushed to open it. What if it was Nate?

Thankfully, it was Aaron, standing there with a large, slim box in his hands. “For you,” he said, and disappeared down the stairs.

Emily turned around and saw Isabel staring at her.

Suspicion was painted all over Isabel’s face, and she crossed her arms. “Who was that?”

“Umm.” Emily thought fast. “Delivery driver. I did some online shopping.”

“Really. This late?”

Emily shrugged. “Weird delivery times, what can you do.”

“What did you get?”

Emily looked down at the box. She had no idea what was in it and she didn’t want to guess. “Just some stuff.”

She walked past Isabel and into her room, and closed the door behind her.

Emily placed the box on her bed, and lifted the lid. Inside, there was a gorgeous, silky black dress – it had thin shoulder straps, a deep neckline and looked almost like lingerie.

Her cell-phone buzzed. It was a text from Nate: Wear the dress & nothing underneath. I’ll see you soon. Will text you when it’s time to leave.