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)
Ingrid
“Ingrid,” the intercom crackled, Joseph’s voice cool and apparently emotionless, “come in here, please.”
My heart pounded as I stood from my desk, the weight of Joseph’s summons pressing down on me. In the two hours that had passed since he had told me he intended to give me the choice of whether to accept the punishment he decided on, I had gotten nothing done. I couldn’t even remember if I’d eaten lunch, though I supposed I must have.
My feet walked as if of their own accord, though each step toward Joseph’s office felt like treading through thick sludge. When I stepped inside and saw him framed by the city view behind him like a portrait of unyielding authority, I almost turned and fled. His piercing blue eyes locked onto mine as he leaned back in his leather chair, fingers steepled in contemplation.
“You know why you’re here, sweetheart,” he said, his tone icy and detached.
“Yes, sir,” I whispered, my voice trembling.
Joseph rose from his seat, crossing the room with deliberate slowness. “You embarrassed the team, to put it mildly. As we discussed, I don’t let such actions go unpunished.”
“Please…” My voice caught in my throat, but his glare silenced me.
“Also as we discussed, because of the special circumstances I am going to allow you to decline this punishment, if you truly feel it’s not justified. If you accept the punishment, though, I will paddle you in front of the junior executives.”
He said all of it matter-of-factly, as if discussing quarterly reports, while I felt my knees wobble under me. Then, to my horror, he continued, “And then they will gang bang you as a performance reward, while I watch.”
My legs nearly buckled beneath me, a whirlwind of emotions tearing through my mind and my body. Fear clashed with an unexpected surge of arousal, submission mingling with the desperate need for his approval. Could I endure this? Did I want it?
“Your humiliation is necessary,” he continued, his tone unwavering. “You’ve caused embarrassment, and now you must face your own.”
I swallowed hard, my mind racing with conflicting thoughts. The idea of it… the exposure, the terrible agony of the discipline, the helpless, hot, dark pleasure of those three cocks and those strong limbs engulfing me… it filled me with terror and yet, also… that forbidden thrill.
I supposed I should have expected it, the wayward clench between my thighs and the beginnings of warmth and wetness down there. Maybe someday I would. Three weeks into this insane, overwhelming relationship with my brutal, dominant, gorgeous, affectionate boss, it still took me by surprise. Was this what I wanted? To be laid bare, both body and soul, for him?
“Do you accept your punishment, Ingrid?” His voice cut through my turmoil, demanding an answer; more, urging me to find that answer inside myself.
For a moment, I hesitated, my heart warring with my mind, my mind with my body. Something within me shifted, as I looked into his eyes, desperate to find a softer emotion than the singular resolve they seemed to reflect. This challenge represented much more than just a punishment; in it lay a test of my own resolve, my willingness to accept my own need to submit and to travel beyond it, proving myself capable not as the repressed young woman who had entered Joseph’s office three weeks ago but as myself: all of me. It would mean facing the hot, red depths of my desires head-on. It would mean putting myself utterly in my beloved master’s power.
“Yes, sir,” I finally replied, my voice barely a whisper.
“Good,” he said, a flicker of satisfaction dancing in his eyes. “Prepare yourself. This is going to happen right now.”
As I stood there, trembling, I searched his face again for any sign of softness, of care, in the wake of my acceptance. Was it just my imagination, or did his gaze soften momentarily? The lines around his mouth seemed less severe, and for a heartbeat, I thought I saw something tender, something protective. My heart thrilled for just a moment despite the quick disappearance of that softening: Joseph, sir, boss, master… he truly cared for me. For a few seconds, I had not the slightest doubt of it.
“Joseph…” I started, but my voice faltered. His name on my lips felt intimate, almost sacred. “Sir…”
“Yes, Ingrid?” He raised an eyebrow, waiting.
“Nothing,” I whispered, blushing furiously. It was suddenly too much to hope for, too dangerous to believe in love where there might only be control.
“Very well.” His tone was brisk, cutting through my thoughts like a knife. “It’s time.”
He pressed a button on his intercom. “Kevin, Louis, Martin. My office. Now.”
The enormous office seemed to close in around me, the modern art on the walls pressing against my mind, as if a representation of the storm raging inside me. Kevin, Louis, and Martin filed in, their eyes immediately locking onto me.