His Naughty Secretary – Corporate Correction Read Online Emily Tilton

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Erotic Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 58185 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 291(@200wpm)___ 233(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
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Ingrid shook her head. From behind her, I couldn’t see her face, but I had already grown so familiar with her lovely features, and with the conflict inside her at the idea of submitting to me, that I could see her troubled eyes in my imagination.

On the faces of my team I saw exactly the sort of appreciation, as well as the kind of naked lust I had come to expect and value from them, when it came to helping their boss train a new secretary. To my surprise, though, I found a strain of additional emotion rising in my chest. I felt an urge to protect Ingrid Vogel and to care for her through this ordeal that I hadn’t felt for other secretaries I’d trained.

I had of course protected and cared for my previous office girls—that went without saying for an educated man and a skilled dominant. That hadn’t felt like this, though; like I had to get my mastery of Ingrid exactly right. Like ensuring that this lovely game of dominance and submission becomes something we both would treasure.

I looked her up and down, from behind my desk. Her arms-raised posture put an attractive arch in her naked back. The purple bruises on her bottom and upper thighs made my cock leap against my thigh.

I saw her face in my mind’s eye, her eyes bright with unshed tears. I felt so certain of my intuition, of my connection to Ingrid, that I had to ask.

“Is she crying?” I asked, forcing coolness into my tone.

“Sure is,” Martin answered. “Are you going to paddle her?”

I stood up and reached into the inside breast pocket of my jacket. The compliance wand’s sleek surface met my touch, and I pulled it out.

“No,” I told Martin. “I don’t want this to take too long. We’ve got work to do on the Questgate proposal. Ingrid, I’ll make this a little easier for you.”

I walked slowly toward Ingrid, my steps deliberate and measured, conveying authority and, I hoped, perhaps some tenderness. Her tense body language betrayed her struggle as she tried, I felt certain, to reconcile her upbringing and her independence with her growing desires.

Watching her react to my approach made me feel it even more acutely; my job as her boss didn’t just involve teaching her the mechanics of Selecta’s special brand of office dominance. It also demanded that I guide her toward acceptance and exploration.

As I approached her, I could see a bead of what must be cold sweat trickling down the back of her neck, a testament to the intensity of her inner turmoil. Very gently I touched the wand right there, at the back of her neck, and I watched her shudder in response.

“Do as you’re told, Ingrid,” I commanded, my voice gentle because I knew the effect of the wand would allow no defiance. “Kneel down and kiss their cocks.”

Ingrid

The strangest thing about the way the wand worked had to be that it didn’t take away the hot shame I felt as I instantly began to sink to my knees in the soft pile of the carpet. In fact, it seemed to intensify my mortification. Looking into the eyes of Kevin, Martin, and Louis, I could see that they knew how the terrible device worked; they knew that I wouldn’t be obeying Joseph’s order unless I actually did want to get onto my knees. Unless I actually were aflame, between my naked thighs, inside my bare pussy, to kiss the rigid penises jutting from their trousers, brandished in their hands in compliance with Joseph’s instructions.

A very different kind of obedience from mine, I thought, pushing down a sob.

“Eyes down, Ingrid,” Joseph commanded. “Show these men the proper respect. Gentlemen, why don’t you proceed in alphabetical order, for fairness’ sake. Kevin, that makes you first.”

I had watched Kevin’s eyes widen as my knees hit the floor. I had seen his own gaze dart between my face and my smooth, bare pussy.

I had worked with men like him at my previous jobs: brash, smart guys who seemed to have a basically good-hearted nature but didn’t find that incompatible with the frat-boy style mannerisms that had gotten them through college and business school.

I had never thought, as I laughed at their jokes despite how inappropriate they could sometimes get, that I’d be on my knees in front of one of them, like this, with his enormous penis on full display—and my eyes forbidden from looking away from its rigid length.

Kevin stepped forward with two long, confident strides, his polished black shoes silent on the carpet.

As he approached, I tried to succumb to the natural urge to shy away from his towering presence and the approach of his enormous member. His cologne, sweet and masculine, reached my nose and made my heart race. I could feel my hands trembling, now in little fists at my sides. The wand’s effect still held me firmly in its thrall. I felt my naked breasts heave as I took shallow breaths, trying to calm my nerves.


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