Free Finding Herself (Surrender) by Alicia Roberts Page A

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