Mr. Caudry had to go out to meet with a client and Emily felt a sense of loss when he left. She went back to her letters and made two mistakes. Each one caused her bottom to twitch. She printed them out and placed them on his desk. Her stomach flip-flopped as she could imagine herself being punished for those careless errors. She wasn’t even sure why she had done it.
At lunch, she slipped out to walk the streets, enjoying the feel of the air between her legs. She felt an urge to flash someone and resisted it. When she returned, Mr. Caudry was there. She went inside at once and closed the door.
His expression told her he found the mistakes. Without a word, Emily removed her skirt and placed herself over the desk, her ass up and ready.
“You did this on purpose, didn’t you?”
She looked at him without expression. That was enough to tell him the truth.
“I can see that your punishments are going to have to change.”
Emily felt confused. Didn’t he enjoy spanking her?
“We have to move beyond the pain you’ve been experiencing and we can’t do that here. Too noisy,” he said, coming around the desk and pulling her upright. His hand went between her legs and she opened herself to him. Her eyes closed and she could feel her orgasm, the one he had denied her earlier, returning full force.
Once again he stopped and she moaned her frustrations.
“Bad girls don’t get orgasms,” he said. He picked up the letters and handed them to her. “We’ll discuss your punishment later.”
Emily put her skirt back on and went back to her desk, feeling unsettled. She made the corrections and brought the letters back to him. He read them over and nodded. “Much better.” He called her over and reached underneath her skirt and gave her needy pussy a rub. He stopped before she could climb to her orgasm. “That will be all.”
Damn it, she thought. He’s going to tease me all day!
An hour later, Emily couldn’t stand it and went to the restroom. In the stall, she brought herself to a quick climax, knowing it was forbidden but able to stop herself. She had never been kept on edge like this before and she couldn’t handle it.
When she returned, she tried to pretend nothing had happened. When Mr. Caudry called her in to dictate a letter as she sat on his lap, his fingers underneath her skirt, she tried to act like she was completely frustrated when he stopped.
But he wasn’t fooled.
“What’s this?”
“What, sir?”
“You came, didn’t you?”
“What? Oh, no...”
“Don’t lie to me!” His normally calm voice took on an edge and she broke down.
“I’m sorry! I was just so needy! You’ve kept me on edge all day long!”
“That’s right. That’s where I want you to be! How dare you disobey me!” He pushed her off onto the rug. “Get out.”
“Please, sir! I’m sorry. I won’t do it again! Here, spank me! I’ll be good.”
Mr. Caudry took a deep breath. He grabbed a pad from his desk drawer and wrote something on it. “Very well. If you’re truly sorry, you’ll come to my house after work. Six o’clock sharp. Be on time or pack up your things and get out.”
She left, trying not to cry in front of the other workers.
He ignored her the rest of the day, which only made her feel worse. She knew she was going to be punished tonight and she welcomed it. Anything to get back on his good side, to keep him in her life.
BOOK 2
Edward
12
Edward Caudry paced as he waited for Emily to arrive. Everything was working out perfectly, so why did he feel like disaster loomed around every corner? He had never met a woman like Emily before. He hardly dared to admit she captivated him.
It certainly hadn’t started that way. On her first day, he had dismissed her as yet another in a string of useless secretaries who would eventually disappoint him. But almost right away, he noticed something different about her. She was shy and respectful, yes, as most of them were at first. Yet underneath, he caught a glimpse of something deeper. When he pushed her, she responded with such ardent sensuality he began to wonder if she might be the submissive he craved.
Counselors would unite in their condemnation of his tactics as a boss, and Edward was well aware of his limitations. He tried to fight it, tried to separate his work life from his personal life—what little he had of one—but it proved to be impossible. With every new secretary, he was searching for another woman like Adriana.
Adriana had been the love of his life, five years ago. He had been a much more pleasant man to be around, for he had his beautiful submissive to please him. Together they explored their growing relationship, finding what worked for them and what did not. Truth be told, Edward was a bit of a conservative dominant, not really into the heavier aspects of the lifestyle. It was all foreplay, really. He and Adriana would play their games and make magnificent love afterward.
He had been foolish enough to think his version of “Dom-lite” was enough for her. And it had been, until they had visited that damn private club.
There they met Paul Nottingham. The bastard. He had come on all friendly and helpful, at first. Bought them all drinks, given his advice, acted like a gentleman, made Adriana call him “Master Paul.” Edward had been intrigued and believed he could learn a lot from him.
So they began to visit Paul’s estate and play some of his games with his other slaves. It was all heady and exciting, having women around who would do just about anything for you. Edward did discover much about what a true submissive needs.
Yet it was Adriana who really learned, not him. Master Paul opened up a whole new world for her, a world that went far beyond Edward’s tame version of the Dom/sub lifestyle. He had thought he was enough for her but he was wrong. Within two months, Adriana left him for Paul, telling Edward that her new master gave her what she had been searching for all her life.
“Please don’t hate me, Edward,” she said. “The heart wants what the heart wants.”
It was all crap. How could a submissive choose her master? Wasn’t he supposed to be in charge? He knew she would’ve stayed if he’d been a stricter Dom and given her what she craved. He let her go in a fit of anger and almost immediately regretted it. When he showed up at Paul’s estate three days later, he really thought she might change her mind and return to him. What he saw, however, convinced him Adriana was lost to him forever.
When Paul had summoned her, he had been shocked. She had welts all over her body and her nipples and labia were already pierced. He couldn’t imagine how she could allow herself to be treated this way. Yet her expression was one of devotion, of acceptance and, yes, love. She knelt before him, her eyes downcast and murmured, “How may I please you, sir?”
Edward looked from her to Paul and back again. Paul said to him, “She’ll do anything you need—a blowjob, a fuck or, if you prefer, you may whip her. She loves to fly.”
Edward didn’t even understand what he meant, although he would soon learn all about “flying.” He was shocked. It was quite clear that his version of “the life” barely touched the surface of what Adriana had sought. How could she do this to him?
The heart wants what the heart wants.
He ran stumbling out of the mansion, eyes filled with tears. He mourned her for a week and when the week was up, he never cried again. Nor had he dated. Instead, Edward threw himself into his work and soon rang up more sales than any other man or woman at Bonham Industries. He became so valuable, the company would do almost anything to please him. But they couldn’t give him what he really needed.
Every secretary who crossed his path reminded him of Adriana in some way. He expected to be disappointed, and so he was. He expected they would leave, so he drove them away. He wasn’t even sure why he was so cruel—did he really expect to find another woman like his former love? And if he did, wouldn’t she just leave him again?