Her Shameful Education Read Online Emily Tilton

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 61287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 306(@200wpm)___ 245(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
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Master G, in his crimson master’s robe, his huge manhood exposed and swaying menacingly between his thighs, propelled me up one of the three steps it would take to bring me to the horse.

I tried to figure out why I hadn’t obeyed Miss Charlotte immediately. I was indeed a good girl—an angel, as they called us at the Institute, as opposed to a brat, the other kind of bed girl. Once Master G had shown me how much pleasure came with obedience—and how much pain with disobedience—I had done my best to obey him. He had had to whip me only three times, each one for forgetting a lesson about the formal protocol of a concubine’s service.

All the other girls in my training group had received much more frequent punishments, often for reluctance or even resistance to our master’s more shameful commands. Martha, the girl who now worked so hard to please her new mistress’ pussy, had received a terrible paddling over Master G’s horse just a few days ago. Her offense had been that she had put on a sour expression at his command to bury her face in my bottom and prepare my anus for the butt plug Miss Charlotte had made me wear to widen me for my future owner.

Master G urged me forward another step. I looked anxiously over my right shoulder, because I suddenly needed to see him—not my future owner any longer, but my actual owner.

Master Hendryk.

He stood looking at me, his eyes narrow and his mouth set hard. With a rush of heat to my face, I started to understand why I hadn’t immediately obeyed Miss Charlotte’s command, the way that she, and Master G, and the audience—and I myself—had expected I would.

When the Institute’s recruiters had collected me from the youth center and made me strip naked in the van… when they had flown me on a private jet with three other girls all the way to the west coast, all of us nude and two of the others bearing bruised bottom-cheeks that told a tale of defiance overcome… when they had brought us to the grand foyer of the Institute and fucked us there in front of our fellow concubines-in-training, faces to our yoga mats and asses in the air… during all of that, I had known that my degrading training, my new life as a sexual servant, had unfolded according to a definite program.

I had believed what Miss Charlotte had told us that first day: that we would live very happily and very comfortably if we obeyed the instincts our bodies already had. That the Selecta Corporation knew without our telling them anything, that we belonged at the Institute, where we could learn to benefit from our bodies’ darkest needs and desires.

That at the end of our training we would become the property of wealthy dominants, for at least a year, but after that we would have all the money we needed to make a happy life even in this troubled world.

I still believed it, but… I didn’t know this Hendryk Vanderbruggen. I didn’t want to serve him: I had obeyed the Institute’s program, but my heart quailed and my cheeks burned at the idea of serving this man, of belonging to him.

My feet stopped moving. Master G had to draw me the final step to the horse. I heard him say to Miss Charlotte, “I think we’ll have to strap her to the horse. Mr. Vanderbruggen should probably whip her, too, for reluctance, before he uses her.”

CHAPTER 2

Renee

“No,” I sobbed, tears coming instantly to my eyes. “Master, no… please…”

I turned my face over my other shoulder to try to look up into his dark eyes.

“Get on the horse, Renee,” he told me, his face pitiless. The idea that my training master, the man who had taught me so much and given me so much pleasure—had unlocked so much pleasure, really, inside my body… that Master G felt disappointment in me… brought a sob of repentance up from deep in my chest.

“I’m sorry, Master,” I said. “I… I just…”

But my training master had had enough of my protests. He shifted me effortlessly over in front of his enormous, muscular body so that he could take my upper arm in his left hand and thrust his right roughly between my legs. He picked me up in that utterly degrading way, seizing my pussy in his strong grip as I gave a cry of fear and discomfort and picking me up off the stage as if I were as light as a feather.

He clearly didn’t care that I had no idea why I had hesitated when Miss Charlotte had instructed me to mount the horse for my fucking. Or maybe he did, I thought wildly, but he knew, as he had always seemed to know, what I needed better than I did myself.


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