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
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
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