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)
“Good girl,” Martin cooed, his voice softer now, almost affectionate. “You’re taking us so well.”
“She’s perfect,” Kevin agreed, his thrusts slowing as he savored the last remnants of my climax. “Absolutely perfect.”
“Remember this, Ingrid,” Louis added, his tone laced with both warning and praise. “Remember who you belong to.”
Joseph, I thought, the name echoing in my mind like a mantra, alongside please. Please, Joseph. Please, sir.
Despite everything—the pain, the humiliation, the overwhelming pleasure—it was Joseph’s presence that anchored me, his control that held me together.
Louis and Martin lifted me from the coffee table, their hands firm, restraining, unyielding as they adjusted my position. My body seemed like a live wire, every nerve ending aflame with sensation. Kevin lay down on his back, his cock rigid and commanding. They lowered me onto him, guiding me until he was buried deep inside my pussy. Kevin’s grip on my hips was possessive, his eyes dark with lust.
“Her mouth is mine,” Martin growled, his voice a rough edge against the backdrop of my moans. “I want to come down her throat.”
Louis positioned himself behind me, spreading my cheeks to expose my already vulnerable anus. I gasped as he pushed inside, the stretch and burn melding into an overwhelming mix of pain and pleasure. Martin moved in front of me, his cock inches from my lips, teasing, taunting.
“Open up, whore,” he sneered, and despite the degradation, a shiver of arousal coursed through me. I parted my lips, taking him into my mouth, my tongue swirling around the head of his cock.
They moved in a synchronized rhythm, each thrust driving me further into a state of pure sensation. Kevin’s cock filled me completely, while Louis’s relentless penetration in my ass had me teetering on the edge of sanity. Martin’s cock slid in and out of my mouth, his taste mingling with the salty tang of my tears and sweat.
“Look at her,” Louis panted. “She’s fucking loving this.”
“That’s because she knows who she belongs to,” Kevin replied, his voice hoarse with pleasure.
Even as they used me, my mind’s eye sought out Joseph, invisible to me past the looming bodies of his junior executives. He remained seated in his chair, a silent sentinel watching over the debauchery he had decreed. In my imagination, his piercing blue eyes locked onto mine, and despite the chaos around me I felt a profound sense of belonging.
My world shrank to the sensations: the fullness of Kevin inside my pussy, the brutal invasion of Louis in my ass, the demanding thrusts of Martin in my mouth. Each touch, each movement, drew me further into a realm where thought ceased to exist, replaced by raw, primal pleasure.
“Fuck, she’s squeezing so tight,” Kevin groaned, his fingers digging into my hips as he held me steady for Louis’ punishing thrusts in my bottom.
“Isn’t that right, little whore?” Martin taunted, pulling back to let me answer.
“Yes,” I gasped around him, my voice barely more than a breathless whisper. “I need it. I need all of you.”
Good girl, came Joseph’s imagined voice again, as if he had pressed his lips to my ear, the words so clear that I knew he hadn’t actually spoken.
Time lost meaning as they continued to use me, my body responding with a series of uncontrollable climaxes. Each orgasm tore through me, leaving me trembling and weak, yet hungry for more. I floated somewhere beyond the physical plane, my spirit untethered even as my flesh remained bound to their desires.
“Almost there,” Kevin grunted, his movements growing erratic.
“Me too,” Louis echoed, his grip tightening on my waist.
“Let’s finish her off,” Martin commanded, pushing deeper into my throat.
As they reached their peaks, I felt another climax building within me, unstoppable and all-consuming. The room faded away, replaced by a universe of pure, blinding ecstasy. I was no longer Ingrid Vogel, whether naughty or obedient, independent or submissive; I had become a vessel of pleasure, a conduit for their lust.
When it finally ended, they lifted me from the coffee table and left me curled up on the couch, barely aware of their leaving one by one. Exhaustion weighed heavily on me, but a soft, warm pressure settled over my shoulders: Joseph’s suit coat, a symbol of his protection, his ownership. He gathered me into his arms, cradling me with a surprising gentleness.
“I love you,” he murmured. “Let’s go home.”
CHAPTER 24
Joseph
Holding Ingrid close in my bedroom, I felt the warmth of her body seep into mine. Her breathing came slow and steady, a serene rhythm that echoed the stillness I thought I could feel within her. She responded to my touch, but her movements seemed languid, her eyes dreamy and unfocused.
I felt certain that she had remained deep in subspace, that realm where a girl like Ingrid could exist, happily, distant from her physical form. She had dressed in my office, walked to the elevator and then the limo, ridden through the city, all in silence except for a single contented sigh when I had gathered her under my arm on the bench seat of the town car and she had melted into me, her body as pliable as warm wax.