Losing Herself: Surrender (9 page)

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.

Emily
smiled. He would be picking her up soon, and they’d go out – maybe for dinner? She imagined the two of them sitting at a fancy restaurant, sipping on red wine and sharing funny stories.

How long did she have to get ready? She pulled back her hair, and applied her makeup, making her lips ruby red and her eyes slightly smoky. She smiled back at her reflection – she looked glamorous and dangerous, and she couldn’t wait for the night’s adventure to begin.

Once her makeup was perfect, Emily slipped off her clothes and shimmied into her new dress. It fell almost to her knees, and was quite demure from the waist down. Above the waist, however, a lot of her décolletage was visible, and her sore, hard nipples poked through the thin fabric.

Despite her elegant makeup and gorgeous dress, her breasts stole the show.
Emily imagined going out in public like this, and felt shy and desperate to cover up. She grabbed the Hermes scarf and draped it over her shoulders, hiding her nipples and much of her cleavage. Nate had said not to wear anything underneath – he hadn’t said anything about wearing something on top.

J
ust before nine, Nate texted her.
The car’s downstairs. Aaron knows where to go.

Looking forward to dinner and dessert
, Emily stepped out of her room.

Isabel was watching
TV in the lounge, and when she saw Emily she switched it off. “Where are you going?” And then her eyes narrowed. “Are you
kidding
me, is that a Hermes scarf?”

Her voice reeked of exasperation
, and Emily hated to lie to her. “Um, I don’t think so,” she said, fingering the scarf nervously.

Isabel shook her head.
“No way. No friggin’ way. Some rich guy’s giving you Hermes scarves to sleep with him?”

“That’s not what’s going on.”

“Oh really? Then what is? Where else are you going, looking like a hooker dressed for church?”

Emily
felt her face flame up. “I don’t have to defend myself to you.”

“No, you don’t. I’m just worried about you. I told your mom I’d keep an eye on you, and I feel like I’m failing.”

Isabel stared at her, and Emily shook her head. “I’m fine. I don’t have time for this.”

S
he stepped out and closed the door behind herself.

***

The car sped through the streets of New York, and Emily asked Aaron where they were going, but he merely shook his head and kept driving. Within a few minutes, they were in the financial district, and Aaron parked the car. “We’re here,” he said.

Emily
stepped out, and Aaron drove off immediately.

She looked around and wrapped her arms around herself. Where was Nate taking her? She notice
d a young man walking down the other side of the street, his arms around two skimpily dressed women. She turned and looked the other way, and saw a group of slightly drunk women tottering down the street, turning the corner and disappearing. Emily felt lonely and slightly cold.

She was just about to call Nate, when he appeared at her side.
Emily smiled with relief, but Nate looked serious and led her into the nearest building. They took the elevator up, stepped out and went down a corridor. Nate opened a narrow door, and Emily stepped in.

Her eyes widened. She was inside the most beautiful apartment – the floors were white marble, and there were large windows and cream colored furniture. The whole place was done in a stylish, minimalistic design, and there was an open-plan kitchen and dining area at one end of the room, and two side-by-side doors at the other end.

And then her heart dropped, and she realized she’d been looking forward to a proper date – a night out on the town, maybe a fancy dinner and some time spent getting to know each other. Instead, Nate had brought her back to his place. This wasn’t what she wanted.

“Let me give you the tour,” Nate said, and opened a door. “This is my bedroom. That door leads to the walk-in-closet and that door leads to the bathroom.”

The bedroom was done in shades of white and cream, and looked perfectly tidy and immaculate. Nate closed the door and then opened the other door. “Come in,” he said, and Emily followed him inside.

Like the rest of the place, this room was
gleaming white – white walls, white marble floors, and a couple of mirrors that reflected the soft light thrown by the overhead chandelier. Instead of the extra bedroom or study that she’d expected, this room was furnished with strange wooden and leather furniture. There was a bench, and a couple of bars and strange apparatus.

“What is this?” she asked.

“It’s my playroom.”

Nate
waited for Emily to understand what he meant, but she continued to look confused. Exasperated, he pointed to one of the strange metal things. “That’s a St. Andrew’s cross, convenient for disciplining.” He pointed to the bench. “That’s a spanking bench, you’ll be bent over and positioned just right for a punishment.”

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.”

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This is the first part of the Surrender series, and is continued in
Part 2:
Losing Her Heart

Extract From “
Losing Her Heart: Surrender, Part 2
”

Emily was shocked and angry, and before she could react, Nate led her over to the door and kissed her cheek. “Goodbye,” he said.

He opened the door for her and Emily stared at him in disbelief. “Are you serious? You tell me you love me, you punish me, and then you ask me to leave?”

Nate looked at her seriously
. “You have to trust me. This is for the best.”

A blinding rage swept through Emily’s mind. How many girls had Nate brought to his apartment, how many girls had he professed love to and then tied up and spanked? Emily felt like a fool. The memories of the past hour flashed through her mind and her cheeks grew red. She had begged for it, she had let Nate do whatever he wanted,
and she had humiliated herself for him. Her bottom stung from the paddling, and her pussy was sore and aching.

She wouldn’t be made a fool any more. Blinking back her tears, Emily turned and made her way to the elevator.

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Extract From “
Invitation to
the Platinum Society: The Billionaire’s Secret BDSM Club
”

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Vicki was thrilled to be accepted into her dream law school – it’s just too bad she can’t afford to go. Unless…

A chance encounter with a handsome stranger leads to her discovering certain things about herself, like her desire to be dominated and spanked. It’s funny how fulfilling her desire to be used and humiliated might also lead to her receiving enough cash to pay for her tuition in full… 
Extract:
I told him my street address, and Nate raised the window again, so that we were in our own private space. “So Vicki, tell me about law school.”

There was something about the way he looked at me, the way his eyes seemed to take in everything, that made me trust him and feel flushed at the same time. He moved to sit closer to me on the limo seat, and
a strange warmth began to spread through my body. 

“It’s warm in here,” I said nervously, undoing the top button of my shirt. Nate’s eyes travelled down to my fingers, watching as I parted the neckline of the shirt a bit more.

And then his eyes travelled further down, and I realized that my nipples had hardened, and were poking through the thin fabric of the shirt. I blushed – my body was reacting as if I was aroused.