She fled, confusion on her face.
Edward wasn’t sure if he was acting like a proper Dom, although it felt that way to him. Being a novice worried him a little. He thought he could learn on the job as it seemed clear to him that Emily was an eager pupil. At least she seemed under his spell.
However, at this stage of their relationship, he was unsure of where to take it. No, that wasn’t true—he knew how he’d like it to end: With her as his submissive at home, not at work. His confusion lay with how to get there. He supposed he could just demand she move in with him, but that seemed forced and premature. Still, he would have to push her further. Staying still wasn’t an option either. Once again, he wondered what Paul would do in this situation. That led to wondering what Adriana was doing now and his thoughts turned dark.
Damn it.
Edward checked his watch and noted it was time to go. Lots of appointments, lots of money to be made. He left, telling Emily he wouldn’t be back in the office today. A sudden thought occurred to him and he leaned close and said, “But I’d like you to call me on my cell to get permission to go to the restroom.”
She stared, agape. “What?”
“You heard me. I want you to call first.”
He left her there, mouth open, and walked toward the elevator, pleased with himself.
Two hours later, just after he had concluded a negotiation with a new client, his phone rang. He smiled when he noted it was from Emily. He excused himself from the man’s office and went into the corridor.
“Yes?”
“Uh, sir?” Emily sounded stressed.
“Yes?” He allowed impatience to show in his voice.
“Um, I, uh, have to go.”
“That isn’t what I asked you to do, is it?”
“N-no,sir.” She took a deep breath. “Sir, may I, er, go to the restroom?”
Edward looked around to make sure no one was listening. “How badly do you have to go?”
“Uh, real bad, sir. Please.”
“Call me again in a half-hour,” he said abruptly and hung up. He stared at the phone, half expecting it to ring again, but it didn’t. He put the phone away and headed for his next meeting.
Edward was in the client’s waiting room when his phone rang again, precisely thirty minutes later. He was pleased.
“Hello?”
“Sir! Please!” She sounded desperate.
“Oh, it’s you.” He glanced up to see the receptionist eying him. He stood and went into the corridor. “Yes?”
“Mr. Caudry! Please, I have to go!”
“Is that how we ask?”
“Uh, no sir. Uh, Mr. Caudry, please may I go to the restroom?”
“How do I know you won’t masturbate while you’re in there?”
“I promise!”
“Tell you what. You may go, but take your cell phone with you. Call me back as soon as you’re inside, but before you go.” He hung up.
He poked his head inside the client’s office and told the secretary. “I’ll be right out here when Mr. Billings is ready. I just have an issue at the office I need to clear up.”
She nodded and he ducked back outside.
His phone rang and he answered it.
“I’m inside, sir!”
“Very well. Go into the stall and take off your dress.”
“All the way off?”
“Yes,” he said, pretending to be annoyed. He heard her fumble and then her voice came back. “I’m, I’m naked sir.”
“Good. You may pee, but I want to hear it.”
Edward could imagine her holding the phone between her legs for he suddenly heard a rush of water. Then her voice came back. “Sir? I did it.”
“That’s all you have to say?”
“Uh, thank you, sir?”
“That’s better. Now clean up and get dressed. Don’t stay in the restroom any longer than a minute or two or I’m afraid you might succumb to temptation.”
He hung up and returned to the waiting area, a slight smile on his face.
14
The power was going to his head. He realized it and yet it was hard to stop himself. To have a true submissive at his beck and call inflated his ego and gave him a new energy. What next, he wondered? How could he push her further along until she agreed to come live with him and be his full-time slave-until she begged for it?
The word stopped him. “Slave” didn’t feel right somehow. Submissive, yes, but slave? Edward wasn’t sure. Damn, he wished he had a better feel for being a Dom. He certainly enjoyed it, and yet, it wasn’t the way he’d been raised. His father had been a stern man and definitely ruled the family home. His mother took care of Edward and his brother Tim and that had been enough for her. The family unit worked well back then.
He wanted a similar life for himself. That would explain why, at age thirty-eight, he was still unmarried. He just hadn’t found the right woman—until Adriana. Seeing how she enjoyed being submissive had awakened something within him. He could never go back after that.
And yet, he still had doubts. He felt like a blind man, stumbling around, trying to find his way in this unfamiliar landscape, driven only by his emotions and his instincts. Well, his instincts had served him well so far, so relax, he told himself. Besides, he truly liked Emily and wanted to protect her. That made a lot of difference.
When he arrived at the office Thursday morning, he noted with pleasure Emily had worn a light pink skirt and a white top. She had her shoulders hunched but he could still see the barest shadow of her nipples against her blouse. He nodded and she followed him into his office.
This time he didn’t speak; he simply waited. Emily bit her lip but she lifted her skirt and showed him she wasn’t wearing any panties.
“I’m pleased to see you aren’t wearing a bra, either,” he said.
She nodded, her eyes downcast.
“But I’m still displeased,” he continued, watching how her eyes darted up to his face. “Last night, you failed to call about either your meals or your bathroom breaks.”
Her mouth dropped open. “You mean...” She dropped the hem of her skirt.
“Yes. Wasn’t I clear? I want you to call me and ask permission. What did you eat last night?”
“Uh ... A TV dinner and a glass of wine.”
“There, you see? I said those aren’t good for you. I want you to eat healthy food from now on.” He reached into his desk and pulled out his ruler. Her eyes locked onto it.
He stood and she immediately bent herself over the desk, bottom up.
Edward shook his head. “No, my dear. I want you to get completely undressed, remember?”
He turned on the radio and gazed at her as she fumbled out of her clothes, her hands shaking. Watching her get back into position, her cute ass up and ready for him, made him hard. He wanted nothing more than to plunge into her. It took will power to stop himself.
He gave her ten quick swats with the ruler. He could see the swats didn’t hurt her as much as they made her wet. She was being conditioned nicely. Emily crouched over the desk, her ass wiggling invitingly. He guessed she wanted to be fucked but it wasn’t time yet. It was good to make her wait— all the more eagerly she would accept his dominance of her.
“You may get dressed.”
Emily rose quietly, her eyes on his, practically begging him to give her release. He turned to his computer and began to work. As she left, he said, “Bring me some coffee, will you?”
Edward didn’t look up with she returned with his coffee a few minutes later. He sipped at it, pleased with himself. He imagined Emily walking to the break room, her nipples poking the front of her blouse, as other employees stared. It made him hard all over again, just thinking about it. Not that he wanted to share her with the office, but somehow, knowing she was on display delighted him.
An hour later, his intercom buzzed. “Yes?”
“Sir,” he heard her whisper over the phone. “Uh, sir, I have to go.”