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naughty girl, didn’t you?” She brushed Emily’s hands away from her bottom, then gave each cheek a firm swat. Emily cried out in surprise, no doubt feeling every inch of the toy. “Stand up.”
    Emily stumbled as she got to her feet. She stood stiffly, clearly trying to acclimate to the unfamiliar sensation of the silicone plug inside her. Her face was flushed, her hair tousled and wild. Nat recognized the desperate, clouded look in her eyes—the fog of sex that had settled over her. Emily Parker needed to come, and she needed to come now .
    Nat’s nostrils flared at the heady power of being the one who could grant Emily the release she so clearly craved. She stood and pointed at the bed. “Lie on your back.” As Emily rushed to comply, Nat walked to the table to retrieve a set of fur-lined wrist cuffs. “And raise your hands.”
    When she turned around with the restraints in hand, the sight of Emily spread out on the bed—naked and so very unguarded, brown eyes dewy with trust—struck her dumb. And she suddenly, uncharacteristically, became nervous. Her breath caught in her throat, her heart began to race, and for the first time in her professional life, she faltered and nearly broke character.
    Goddamn. Was this… performance anxiety ?
    She wanted to please Emily. Like, really wanted to in a way that went beyond taking pride in her work. She wanted to make Emily’s whole body shake with pleasure, to give her the best sex of her life. She needed to feel as though she’d earned the money she no longer even wanted to accept. The night might have started as a simple business transaction, but she couldn’t deny that it had turned at least a little personal. She wanted to fuck this woman, and she wanted Emily to always remember how it felt.
    Emily fidgeted, breaking Nat out of her stupor. Straightening, she put on her game face and strode to the bed, raising the cuffs in the air so Emily could see. She refused to come across as anything other than a compassionate but firm professional. Emily hadn’t paid for the privilege of having a sex worker develop an adolescent crush on her, and letting her silly infatuation be known would certainly put a damper on an evening Emily had spent a lot of money to enjoy.
    Sitting on the edge of the bed, Nat took Emily’s wrist and fitted it inside a cuff. Rather than avoid Emily’s gaze, she stared directly into her eyes. She projected powerful, unrelenting strength, just as Emily’s fantasy required. Predictably, to her relief, Emily submissively shifted her attention to her wrists as Nat tied them to the corners of the headboard.
    Once she had Emily secured, Nat grasped her chin tightly. “Not going anywhere now, are you?”
    “No, mistress,” Emily whispered. She gave one wrist a subtle shake, as though testing her bonds.
    Nat laughed, releasing Emily’s chin. She flicked her hand across the tip of Emily’s breast, slapping a rock-hard nipple. Moaning, Emily arched her back and tugged harder against the cuffs. “Try to get away.” Nat slapped her other breast, drawing out a breathless, excited cry that made her clit throb. “Do it, slut. Try to get away from me. Before I really punish you.” She slapped her twice more, once on each breast.
    Emily began to struggle against her restraints, nostrils flaring and legs kicking. In one of her more personal answers on the agency’s questionnaire, Emily had revealed that her fantasies were driven by a deep need to have control taken away in a situation where she felt safe. Their safe word— unicorn —ensured her security. Nat’s job was to make Emily feel powerless in a way that fulfilled her most secret desires. Asking her to try to escape was the perfect way to drive home the fact that she was at Nat’s mercy. From the way Emily’s chest began heaving and her movement became erratic, Nat could see that she’d gotten the message.
    Now it was time to stop her panic. Grabbing Emily’s shoulders, Nat pinned her