Emily in control – Chapter 2

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* Emily *

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The eve of the big presentation had arrived, and I found myself back in my office working late with Mei – the weight of looming deadlines pressing down on both of us like a heavy fog that refused to lift.

As we sat hunched over the conference table, reviewing every detail of our presentation one last time, fatigue and stress began to seep into our exchanges. Every sentence seemed laced with tension – each of us trying to keep the other in line while also managing the pressure from the client.

“You need to make sure you get that slide right,” I said testily, pointing at a particularly complex graph on my laptop screen.

“I know what I’m doing, Emily,” Mei replied, her voice tinged with a hint of exasperation. “I’ve been over this a dozen times already.”

My eyes narrowed slightly as I took in the defensiveness creeping into her tone – a subtle reminder that we were both stretched to our limits and on edge. But even as I recognized it, my frustration bubbled over.

“It’s not just about knowing what you’re doing,” I snapped, gesturing wildly with my hand. “It needs to be perfect.”

The room fell silent for a moment before Mei spoke up again – this time her words more measured but still carrying the weight of her growing agitation. “I understand that we need this to be flawless, Emily. But there’s no reason for you to snap at me like that.”

“Yeah… I know. But if you could just follow my lead…” I muttered begrudgingly, my gaze dropping back to the screen.

As the night wore on and our exhaustion deepened, the atmosphere within the room grew increasingly charged – our conversations taking on a sharper edge with every passing minute. The stress of the looming deadline seemed to amplify even the smallest missteps, transforming what should have been minor disagreements into full-blown conflicts.

On several occasions, I found myself biting back curses and snide remarks, Mei’s attempts to reason with me being met with more forceful assertions of my authority. And yet, as much as I wanted to blame it on our stress levels or the pressure we were under, there was a small part of me that reveled in this surge of assertiveness – using it to push back against the boundaries I knew Mei was trying so hard to maintain.

As she sat across from me, her eyes locked onto mine with an intensity that made my heart skip a beat – an expression that seemed to hold more than just simple respect or admiration. It was as if there were secrets lurking in the depths of those dark pools that only I could see, and it sent shivers down my spine.

And so, even though our presentation loomed large on the horizon and every minute counted, I found myself drawn back into this strange dance with Mei – each of us testing the other’s limits as we wove through the delicate balance of submission and control.

It was in one of those moments, when my patience finally wore thin and the strain between us reached a boiling point, that I decided to push her – to test the boundaries even further and see just how far Mei would let me go.

“Listen,” I said abruptly, my voice low but firm as I leaned across the table towards her. “Do you really understand what’s at stake here? What I need from you in order for us to succeed?”

Mei hesitated for a moment before nodding – her eyes never leaving mine as she acknowledged the unspoken truth between us.

“Then answer me this: Would you do anything I demand, no questions asked?”

The room fell silent once again, the weight of those words hanging heavy in the air like a challenge. For what felt like an eternity, Mei stared back at me – her gaze unwavering and filled with something that looked almost like determination.

“Yes,” she said finally, her voice barely above a whisper but carrying the conviction of a thousand unspoken promises. “I will do anything you ask.”

As those words left her lips, I could feel my heart pounding in my chest – the pulse of desire coursing through me like a river freed from its bonds. It was as if we had crossed some invisible threshold into a new realm where only one thing mattered: the exploration of power and surrender.

And so, even as our deadline loomed large on the horizon and the stakes remained high, I couldn’t help but wonder what other secrets lay hidden behind those dark eyes – what other depths of submission and control Mei was willing to dive into. The thought alone sent shivers down my spine and left me yearning for more.

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* Mei *

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I walked into my apartment late that night, exhausted but oddly exhilarated from our latest work session with Emily. We had made fantastic progress on the presentation and I knew we were both confident it would be a success come tomorrow.

As I stepped into my kitchen, I couldn’t shake off the overpowering feelings of confusion that lingered long after we parted ways for the night. While part of me was elated by our accomplishments, another part of me was still reeling from Emily’s sudden change in demeanor.

Emily had always been a forceful personality, but tonight she seemed to take on an entirely new level of dominance and authority that left me feeling both frustrated and inexplicably aroused. I couldn’t help but think about how the look in her eyes had sparked something deep within me – a desire to submit that I hadn’t experienced before.

As I poured myself a glass of wine, I noticed with a sinking feeling that my alcohol consumption over the course of this project was escalating at an alarming rate. I tried to convince myself it wasn’t entirely my fault, given the stressful nature of our work and the pressure we were under.

But deep down, I knew that wasn’t entirely true. The wine had become more than just a stress reliever – it had begun to serve as an escape from the growing tension between Emily and me. And it allowed me to lower my inhibitions and let my mind roam through thoughts and fantasies that I would never dare explore in normal times. And tonight was no exception.

I took my glass and walked over to sit on my couch, feeling the familiar comfort of my own space after the chaos that had been our office for most of the evening. As I sipped my wine, my mind kept drifting back to those moments when Emily’s control over me had pushed all my buttons – both in anger and desire.

I couldn’t deny it any longer: despite the frustration I felt at her bossiness, there was a part of me that thrived under her authoritative rule. Each sharp comment from her lips seemed to draw out an intoxicating mixture of fear and longing within me, making my stomach clench with both anxiety and arousal.

And then there was the question – the dreaded question – that Emily had asked before our session came to a close: “Would you do anything I demand, no questions asked?” The memory of answering “Yes” still lingered in my mind like an open wound, raw and exposed to the elements. And my answer had not been conditional: I hadn’t said “Yes, I would do anything you asked”. I had been adamant: “Yes, I will do anything you ask”

I knew with every fiber of my being that my answer had gone far beyond what was required of me as her colleague and employee. It was a promise – an offering of my complete submission to Emily’s whim. And once those words left my lips, I could tell by the look in her eyes that she understood exactly what they meant.

The thought alone sent shivers down my spine and made my heart race like a jackrabbit. A pungent cocktail of fear, excitement, and desire swirled inside me as I fought back the urge to run my fingers over myself – to explore the newfound depths of my submission.

But tonight was not the night for such indulgences. I had an early morning ahead of me tomorrow, and the presentation we’d worked so hard on loomed large in the back of my mind. With a deep breath, I set aside my wine glass and made myself get up from the couch.

My body protested as I shut off the living room lights and headed for bed, feeling the residual energy of our late-night work session still coursing through me like an electric current. As I slid under the sheets, I couldn’t help but fantasize about what it might be like to give myself completely over to Emily’s every whim.

But in the end, I resisted the temptation to touch myself while indulging in my fantasies and instead, I closed my eyes, trying to clear my mind for sleep. It wasn’t easy at first, my body felt alive with unspent desire, yearning for a touch from Emily that would put an end to this tantalizing torment, but finally my body succumbed to exhaustion and sleep claimed me.

Leaving me with dreams of domination and submission – dreams of Emily.

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* Emily *

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I stood before our team in the bright, spacious boardroom, surveying the happy chaos that surrounded me. We had all worked tirelessly on this project together, and it was finally time to reap the rewards.

“Alright, everyone,” I announced, my voice echoing around the room.