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)
My heart leapt into my throat. I took a deep breath, trying to steel myself for what lay ahead. Rising from my chair, I smoothed my skirt, my fingers brushing against the tender flesh of my bottom, a reminder of my awful lesson.
He had vanished from the doorway back into his office. I hadn’t seen more than the back of his dark suit. His obvious expectation of obedience made my knees wobble as I moved forward across the carpet, my blue heels silenced by the thick pile.
Stepping inside, I felt the atmosphere shift, the masculine luxury of Joseph’s corner office enveloping me. The panoramic windows cast natural light across the room, seeming to emphasize the sophisticated corporate ambiance.
Joseph sat behind his mahogany desk, his sharp, handsome features set in an expression of calculated intensity. His blond hair caught the light, making me think again, crazily, of an angel.
A dark angel with a golden halo. I swallowed hard at the thought, my tummy flipping as I wondered desperately why he had summoned me.
“Close the door,” he instructed, his voice leaving no room for hesitation. I complied, the door clicking shut with a finality that made my pulse quicken.
“Come here and stand in front of the desk,” he directed, his piercing blue gaze locking onto mine. I complied, though something in his tone told me he had no intention of asking me to take dictation.
“Good girl,” he murmured, a flicker of something softer in his eyes before it vanished, replaced by the masculine hardness that seemed his usual demeanor. To my dismay, my body responded to the praise, a flare of heat rising down there.
He gazed at me for a moment, and I saw the ghost of a smile curve his lips. My heart beat faster with each passing second, the storm inside me raging all the higher as I grasped that he enjoyed making me wait to hear his first shameful demand.
“Go ahead and take off your clothes,” Joseph finally commanded, his voice slicing through the air with an authority that left no room for hesitation. “I want to inspect your pussy.”
CHAPTER 13
Ingrid
My breath caught in my throat, heart pounding like a drum in my chest. The command to strip didn’t come as a surprise, but it still sent an electric jolt through me, a potent mix of shame and desire.
For a moment I stared at him, some part of me still refusing to believe that I had really returned to Joseph Alden’s office. His eyebrows rose a fraction of an inch, and I felt heat surge into my face because I felt I could read his mind: he had just asked, wordlessly, if he needed to get the paddle out.
I found that my fingers had started to fumble with the buttons of my blouse, each one feeling like an insurmountable obstacle. Every little delay caused by the recalcitrant fabric seemed to bring the menace of the paddle closer, as my trembling hands betrayed my nerves.
I worked my way down the front, chewing my lower lip the whole time. I looked at the carpet under his imposing desk. The thought of meeting Joseph’s eye seemed almost as frightening as the memory of his paddle.
The fabric slipped off my shoulders to pool around my feet. The cool air of Joseph’s opulent office, on places it shouldn’t be, made me shiver. I felt his eyes on me as strongly as if I could see him looking, maybe even more strongly—piercing, analytical, hungry.
I had almost fooled myself into thinking I might have begun to get used to being naked in my powerful, gorgeous boss’ office. I swallowed hard as I realized that would never happen.
“Good girl,” he murmured, his tone soft and very slightly mocking. To my dismay, his ever-so-slightly sarcastic praise sparked a warmth inside me that mingled with the chill of exposure. My mind seemed a million miles away, observing the insane scene: when I stooped, automatically, to slip off my heels, it seemed like I was watching another woman.
With my bottom lip still caught between my teeth and the blush hot in my cheeks, I took a deep breath through my nose. Without having any desire to do so, I raised my eyes to Joseph’s face. The moment I met his gaze, I understood why I had looked: I felt my face form a pleading pout, a plea to be spared this mortifying ordeal.
The corner of his mouth crooked up very slightly.
“Go ahead, sweetheart,” he told me.
Or… else. I heard it: the paddle, the wand. At that moment I didn’t know which would pose the more difficult challenge. My attempt to keep some shred of my identity as a smart, capable, independent young woman seemed like a foolish dream.
I swallowed again, and I reached for the zipper of my skirt. The metallic sound seemed to echo in the quiet room, soft though it was. The garment slid down my hips, falling into a heap at my ankles. I stepped out, standing before him in nothing but a sensible beige bra, my smooth pussy exposed and vulnerable.