Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 58185 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 291(@200wpm)___ 233(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58185 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 291(@200wpm)___ 233(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
“Go ahead and give her the command again,” Joseph said, from much closer behind me than I had thought he was. My eyes widened as I understood that he must have risen from his chair and come around his desk himself. My heart quailed as I pictured him there, gazing down at my naked, kneeling body. I felt his eyes on the marks his paddle had made, the signs of his mastery and his ownership. “I want her to get used to responding to your authority.”
I heard a little whimper escape my nose, a tiny kitten sound that only reinforced my utter helplessness.
“Kiss it,” Kevin commanded, his voice a sharp blade that I could imagine reflected the ambition that had carved his path through the ranks of Selecta Corporation.
For a fleeting moment, I once again believed I could resist—an illusion shattered as swiftly as it formed. My body seemed to detach from my will, and I watched as if from afar, an out-of-body specter witnessing my own submission. My head dipped forward, and with a deep sob I obeyed. The warm, swollen flesh of Kevin’s massive arousal pressed against my mouth, a stark reminder of the power he wielded.
“Good girl,” he murmured as he retreated, the words laced with approval and condescension.
My mind spun, a vortex of shame and forbidden exhilaration. The emotions in my mind and body seemed like a tempest, into which Louis seemed to step, when he moved forward to take Kevin’s place. Something about the way his shoes moved—less decisive than Kevin’s—made me think of his presence as a little sheepish, or perhaps merely meant to seem that way. His hardness seemed enormous in its own way; not as long as Kevin’s or Joseph’s, but so thick in his left hand that it made my heart jump.
“My turn,” he said. I felt as if I could hear, even without seeing Louis’ face, that a certain timidity in his character had been lost to a haze of desire. “I’d like you to ask for it, you little slut.”
Desire for me. For my body… the body Joseph owns, and can share as he chooses.
His words drew another sob from my throat. I pictured Louis’ eyes, hazel and hungry, locked onto my own restrained gaze as the internal war raged within me. He could see my troubled face, and I could only see his massive penis, menacing me and demanding my service.
The chaste upbringing that had sculpted my every moral fiber clashed violently against the raw, primal urges that Joseph had awakened, and had provided here to his junior executives as a casual favor. My body, traitorous in its yearning, responded with a heat that seared through my veins.
“Please,” I whispered, not entirely sure if I was begging for reprieve or imploring him to close the distance.
I caught a musky scent—not heavy, not the overwhelming sensation of yesterday, when Joseph had made me taste myself on his own huge manhood, but definitely present and definitely, terribly masculine. I breathed more deeply, unable to help myself, and caught more of a heady mixture of sweat and desire.
Joseph’s presence behind me, his watchful eyes in my imagination burning like twin beacons of authority, seemed to caress the nape of my neck. His silence commanded me, a stark contrast to the pulsating heartbeat that thundered in my ears.
“Kiss it,” Louis urged, his voice a low growl that resonated with expectation.
“Take Louis in your mouth, sweetheart, and show him how good a cocksucker you already are,” Joseph suddenly commanded. “He did a very good job on the Growfast proposal last week.”
My eyes went very wide, but down below, to my horror, my hips jerked with arousal. I closed my eyes for a brief moment. Suddenly I wanted to surrender to the inevitable. At last, I felt a mortifying gratitude for the help of the wand. My lips parted, and I whimpered as they brushed against the smooth skin of Louis’s massive penis.
The taste, tangy and distinct, filled my mouth, erasing any remnants of resistance. Joseph’s directive seemed to guide me, each movement choreographed by his dominating will.
My tongue danced timidly at first, gliding along the vein that throbbed beneath the surface. With every flick and swirl, my thoughts scattered like leaves in the wind, leaving only the overwhelming reality of my submission. The office sounds faded into the background, replaced by the lewd wet noises that escaped from my terribly full mouth.
“Ah, yes… Just like that,” Louis muttered, a shudder running through his frame.
“That’s enough,” Joseph said abruptly. I frowned slightly as Louis hastened to withdraw his thick shaft from my mouth even as I obeyed reflexively myself, pulling my head back. Had I heard something in Joseph’s voice that might be called jealousy?
Martin stepped forward, his shoes moving in what seemed like an easy saunter. His erection jutted so far from his fly that my jaw went slack, his green eyes gleaming with anticipation. His stocky frame moved with an assertive grace that belied his brutish nature, and his red hair seemed ablaze in the dim light. With each step he took, my resistance melted away, replaced by a fluid obedience that startled me with its ease.