by Emma York
Slowly, she lifted herself off me, rolling onto her side as I turned to face her. “You’re welcome,” I said, getting to my feet, respectable in a moment, as if it never happened.
“Sit there.”
I pointed to the chair and she got up slowly, her legs shaky as she moved, sinking down into the cushion as I moved to the front of the desk. I leaned back on it, looking closely at her.
“I’m sorry for running,” she said quietly, looking away. “I was scared.”
“You came back,” I replied.
“It wasn’t just that. I didn’t feel good enough for you. I didn’t think I could do the things you needed.”
“You’re perfect for me. You did the one thing I needed. You came back. Oh, and I think this is yours. I hope you don’t mind but I needed to see who it belonged to.”
“You saw,” she said, not taking the phone from my hand. “Didn’t you?”
“The photo? Yes, I did.”
“I didn’t share it with anyone, I swear.”
“Were you going to?”
“I was supposed to but I couldn’t do it.”
“It was Sub Rosa in there but not in here. What do you need?”
“What? What do you mean, what do I need?”
“For the article, what do you need?”
“What? You’re willing to have all that out in the open?”
“Well, I don’t think I’ll need those rooms if I have you.”
She frowned, looking at me properly for the first time, a flicker of a smile on her face. “You can’t get rid of them yet. There’s three you haven’t shown me.”
“Shall I show you now?”
I pulled her to her feet, wrapping my arms around her. “My Sub Rosa.”
“My interviewee.” She was smiling as she said it.
“I meant what I said, I want you to be my submissive.”
“For how long?”
“How does forever sound?”
“I think that sounds pretty good.”
Then I kissed her. Only when I was done, did I walk her through to the locked door.
Glancing both ways to make sure no one was looking, I pushed it open and then we were through. “The Rose room, you know,” I said, nodding towards the door beside us. “And your bedroom.”
“How could I forget? What’s through that door?”
“Come and see.”
I walked forwards, pushing the door open a second later. She looked past me at the contents. “Oh, my.”
“Want to mention this in the article?” I asked, walking in after her, my fingers trailing down her back.
“This one we’ll keep between us,” she replied, lifting a wooden paddle off the wall and handing it to me. “If you can persuade me to keep quiet of course?”
“Bend over,” I commanded. “See how quiet you keep when I do this.”
I brought the paddle down on her ass a second later. Even with the skirt protecting her, I knew it would hurt much more than my hand. “Yell all you need,” I said as she panted in place. “No one will hear a thing.”
She grinned back at me. “Where’s the fun in that?”
NINETEEN - ROSA
One month later…
I was right where I’d wanted to be. It was a place I never thought I’d see, the place I dreamed of being for so long. And now I was here, all I wanted to do was leave.
“So,” Simon said, looking up from the desk. “Care to tell me how you managed to do what no one else ever has?”
“And what’s that?” I replied, my eyes scanning the room. It was so much smaller than I’d expected.
The editor of Tribune sat at a desk the same size as Jamie’s but here, the desk took up three quarters of the room. Simon had to squeeze past it to shake my hand when I came in, backing up to his seat while professing his great pleasure in meeting me at last.
Beside the desk there was also a window, directly behind him. It faced onto a brick wall. To his left was a bookcase, empty apart from a framed front page that had yellowed in the light. “My first headline,” he said, noticing where my eyes had gone.
“Nightclub fire. You went with Disco Inferno. I remember it well.” How had I ever thought this was a cutting edge publication?
“So how did you get him to tell you so much? Is it all true? You have to have made some of it up.”
“Not a word. I’ve got the recording if you want to hear it.”
“He let you record him. He’s never let a Dictaphone near him in all the years I’ve worked here. What did you do, bribe him?”
“I just asked him some questions and he answered.”
“But the play room, the photos. Are you saying he just let you take those pictures?”
“He’s closed those rooms, I was his last confidence client so he saw no harm in sharing what’s in the past.”
“Well, I’ve got to say I’m impressed. Not just by the story but by the lengths you went to get it. That’s commitment, right there. Look, I don’t normally do this off the back of one article but I’m willing to offer you a staff job here. Six months probation at first but if that goes well, a proper contract. What do you say? First step to the big school.”
“Thanks but I’m not looking for work right now.”
“But hang on,” he said, his face falling. “I don’t understand. Why did you write the story if you don’t want to work here? You humiliated yourself, you know, admitting all that stuff, flashing in a cafe, all that.”
“Send the fee to Emma, would you?" I said, ignoring his comment. "Tell her it’s my month’s notice on the rent.”
I got to my feet and held out my hand. “If you don't mind, I’ve got an interview to go to and I’m running late so…”
“Not at another magazine is it? I could up my offer, not by much but I’m sure-”
“No, this is for something quite different.”
He took my hand, shaking it slowly, still looking crestfallen. “Well, if you change your mind, come see me anytime. We can always use people like you.”
A year ago, I'd have bitten my own arm off to work there but that wasn’t the world I wanted to be in, not anymore. I had a different world where I wanted to be, a place where I knew I truly belonged. “I’m not who you think I am,” was the last thing I said to him. Only one man knew who I really was and he would be waiting for me. I had changed. All thanks to Jamie.
I left the office as my phone beeped.
The clock is ticking.
I knew what that meant. The taxi was waiting for me outside and as I climbed into the back of it, I almost screamed.
I managed to keep control of myself, just as I had done while talking to Simon though it wasn't easy, the sensation growing stronger.
To the cab driver, I might have just looked slightly flustered and in a way, I was. I was also getting ridiculously turned on.
Around my hips was a very special pair of panties. Buried inside the fabric was a powerful but silent vibrator with a special ability. It connected directly with his phone. All he had to do was hit a button and it began to buzz. When it did, so did I.
I had no idea when he might switch them on. He’d only told me to wear them that morning. I wondered if he knew my interview with the magazine was today. Of course he did, he knew everything. I wasn’t embarrassed by what he was doing to me. To the contrary, I was enjoying every minute.
I sat with my legs crossed in the back of the cab as the vibrations died away. I looked out, willing the car to move faster, wanting to be back by his side. Every minute away from him, I felt like this. I missed him so much.
A month since our ten day assignment was up. The deadline that I’d thought mattered so much but turned out to mean nothing at all. The only deadline that mattered was getting to him today without being late. Lateness meant punishment for letting him down.
A month. How had I fallen for him so fast? I hadn’t known he existed before then, other than seeing his smug smile on the news as he swallowed up yet another company.
But that wasn’t the real him, that was the persona he needed to use to get by in the world. With me, he could be cold as ice or hot as hell, sometimes within the same minute. One thing for sure, it was never dull being with the real him.
I thought about how far I’d come in this last month. From running away from my fears and desires to running towards them with my arms outstretched. I’d learned one very important lesson. Just because something was frightening wasn’t enough of a reason to hide from it. Courage was important but so was knowing who you were. It took me a long time to work out who I was but I knew now. Sitting in the back of the cab, vibrations once again pulsing through me, I knew. I was his submissive. I would forever remain his submissive. I was his.
He was waiting for me in the restaurant when I walked in, sitting at his usual table. He looked as good as ever, though he’d taken his jacket off, that was new. He looked almost casual.
“Miss Harper.” A nod in my direction from the head waiter who had already learned my name.
I walked on, passing straight past Jamie who handed me a parcel as I went. My heart leapt. I knew what was inside.
I headed into the ladies toilet, locking myself safely in the cubicle before opening the parcel.
Rubber, bulbous, the first time I’d seen one in public. The first time I’d used one.
I pulled down my panties, leaving them around my ankles as I took the plug and the bottle of lube, making it slippery, knowing he was waiting for me.
Taking a deep breath, I did as he’d taught me, relaxed, took it slowly, eased it gradually into my ass, gasping as it stretched me then vanished inside, only the base protruding.
I pulled my panties back up. No time to get used to it. I needed to get back out there.
I walked out of the cubicle and as I did so, the vibrations began again. I could hardly move, the strength of them so much more than in the cab. Just how strong could they get?
Crouching down, I let out a tiny moan as the door swung open. I managed to get upright before two people walked in, glancing at me as I gripped the edge of the sink. “Are you all right, love?” the nearest to me asked, frowning at me in the mirror.
“Fine,” I managed to squeak, shuffling over to the door and heading into the restaurant.
He was watching me with that amusement in his eyes, enjoying my discomfort. “Glad you could make it,” he said as I lowered myself into the seat. As I did so, he flicked at his phone screen, the vibrations on my clit fading, leaving me able to speak properly. “How does it feel?”
“Naughty,” I replied as the plug was pushed further into me, my own weight on the chair moving it, making the aching tingles inside me grow stronger.
“How did it go with Simon? Did you take the job?”
“Nope.”
“But I thought you wanted to be a journalist.”
“So did I.”
“What changed?”
“You came along.”
“Hey, I don’t want to turn it down because of me.”
“I turned it down because of me. I have a different career I’d like to pursue.”
“So you’re saying yes?”
I nodded. He’d asked me yesterday and I’d left him hanging. There was no harm in me teasing him from time to time. “Yes.”
“It’ll be hard work. Being my live in assistant, we’ll be working very closely together.”
“Good,” I said, sliding a hand across the table.
“Are you ready to order?” a voice asked behind me.
“I’ve got everything I want right here,” I replied. “But bring me all the shrimp you have.”
Jamie laughed. “That’s my girl.”
He teased me throughout the meal, randomly flicking at his phone, sending pulses of desire coursing through me until I could barely speak, let alone pick up a fork. By the time we were done, I had to let him hold my arm and guide me out to the car.
“To the office,” he said to the driver, his hand on my knee, stroking in tiny circles as we set off.
He didn’t do anything to me in the car and that drove me wild. He knew I had the plug in me, he knew the vibrations were killing me but he just sat there, looking amused by the whole thing.
When we got to his office, we stepped into the lift together. “Mr Spencer, Miss Harper,” the attendant said, hitting the button to close the doors.
As they shut, Jamie pounced on me, plunging his tongue into mine, his hand straight into my panties. He felt how wet I was, slipping a finger straight inside me as I gasped into his mouth.
A second later the doors opened and he was facing the front again, stepping out and waiting impatiently for me to follow. Somehow I kept it together. He did things like that a lot.
We passed the locked door, the For Rent sign stuck on it. He was moving off this floor, going upstairs via his own private stairs, built right inside his office. We walked up them together and I got my first glimpse at the new layout.
“Executive floor two,” he said, acting like he didn’t care how turned on I was. “Too many people crammed in down there.”
“What about…our rooms?”
“I might have kept one,” he said, unlocking a door and flicking a light switch.
I followed him in. The walls were lined with equipment, things I had come to know well in the last month. There was the first butt plug he’d used on me. Next to that was the nipple clamps. The gag. The blindfolds. The paddle. So many things.
“It’s not soundproofed yet,” he said, picking up the gag. “So I need to find some way to keep you quiet. Any ideas?”
“I can think of a few,” I said, sinking to my knees, reaching for his zip. “Maybe something like this.”
He was already hard when I pulled at his shaft, bringing that magnificent cock into view. I ran my tongue along the side, enjoying seeing it twitch as I did so. Then I took him into my throat, the vibrations on my clit growing stronger than ever. I looked up to see he had the phone in his hand.
I came before he did but only just. I had him buried in my mouth, thrusting back and forth as my pussy began to contract, a peak of pleasure hitting my clit, making me groan around him. A second later, he spurted into my mouth, unable to last any longer. I grinned up at him as I licked the tip, making sure to catch every last drop.
“You were made to be my sub,” he said in a quiet voice, pulling me to my feet.
“So I’ve got the job?”
“I might have to interview you a few times first,” he replied, kissing my forehead before adding, “Just to be sure.”
TWENTY - JAMIE
Six months later…
I looked at my watch. My personal assistant was late. This was getting to be an all too regular occurrence. She knew how I felt about lateness.
The door burst open and there she was, running into my office.
“I’m so sorry,” she said. “I know I’m late.”
“I know why you’re late,” I replied, already getting to my feet.
“You…you do?”
“I saw you on camera, standing in reception for ten minutes, flicking through a magazine. It’s almost as if you were deliberately wasting time. Would you say that was an accurate assessment of things?”
She went to speak and then nodded slowly. “I’m sorry.”
“What happened last time you were late?”
“You punished me.”
“And yet here you are, late again.”
By this point I had come to stand behind her. With a single movement, I shoved her over, pushing her chest down towards the desk. She grabbed it to steady herself as I pulled her skirt up to her hips.
The base of the plug was stuck out of her ass. I was glad to see she’d done as instructed. “Good girl,” I said, moving the plug a little. “No panties like I said.”
“I always obey you.”
I landed a light swat on her ass. “I told you to be on time.”
“I know,” she replied, wriggling her hips at the same time. “I couldn�
��t help it.
“I think you need a more severe punishment than a spanking, don’t you?”
“Like what?” she asked, sounding nervous.
I tugged the plug slowly out of her, listening as her breathing changed. “I’ve been preparing you with these,” I said, already undressing. Once I was naked, I picked up the lube from next to her, making sure she saw it. I said nothing, gliding a generous portion along my shaft, making her wait.
It was the only thing I hadn’t done to her yet, though she had asked for it more than once. But I wanted to do things on my timetable. That was why I was planning to give her the gift in my desk after giving her this gift, giving her me, showing her how good it would feel to have me in her ass.
I slid the tip of me towards her pussy, dipping in just once before pulling out, shifting my position, lifting my feet, easing myself towards her ass. “Breathe,” I said as I pushed forwards, fighting the tension that resisted me until she relaxed enough. Then with a slight rocking of my hips, I was in, an inch of me inside her ass, the lube helping me glide gradually deeper as she moaned into the desk, the sound turning into a growl as I eased further and further, taking it slow, making sure she was ready for me.
The plugs had helped stretch her, she could take all of me as long as I didn’t rush. Finally, I was all the way inside, staring down at the intoxicating sight of my cock buried in her ass.
I started to rock slowly back and forth. “How does it feel?”
“So good,” she replied, pushing herself back onto me. “So, so good.”
“I want you to come for me,” I said, watching her hand move under her, seeking out her clit. She rubbed it in the way I would never tire of watching. Sometimes I just gave her the order to make herself come, just so I could watch. She’d done it at home. She’d done it here in the office and once, I’d made her do it in the park, while I sat on a nearby blanket, her face bright red, her eyes glancing around in case anyone might walk by. Several people did. She didn’t stop until I gave her permission. That was a good day out.
I knew when she was close. I could feel the muscles inside her tighten around me. “I’m coming,” she muttered. “Give it to me, give it to me.”
