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)
“Yes,” I cried, barely able to form the words. “Yes, sir.”
“Good girl,” Joseph purred, his fingers relentless in their assault. “Come for me, Ingrid. Show them how much you need this.”
With a cry that echoed through the opulent office, I started to come. My body convulsed, each wave of orgasm tearing through me with unrestrained ferocity. Joseph’s hand never wavered, prolonging my ecstasy until I was nothing more than a quivering, panting mess draped over his desk.
“Again,” he commanded, his voice a low growl. His fingers continued their merciless rhythm, driving me toward another peak. The pain and humiliation only served to amplify my arousal, pushing me higher and higher.
“Please,” I begged, though I wasn’t sure if I was pleading for mercy or for more. The line between agony and pleasure had blurred beyond recognition, leaving me adrift in a sea of sensation.
“One more,” Joseph decreed, his thumb circling my clit with deliberate precision. “Show them how much you need it.”
My second climax crashed over me, even more intense than the first. I screamed, the sound raw and primal, as my body surrendered completely to the relentless pleasure. Joseph’s fingers milked every last drop from me, leaving me trembling and spent.
“Such a good girl,” he praised, his hand finally stilling. “Such a naughty little slut.”
As Joseph’s fingers finally left me, my body shuddered with the lingering echoes of pleasure and pain. The cool air of the office brushed against my drenched folds, a stark contrast to the heat radiating from my punished backside. I barely had time to catch my breath before he patted my burning bottom gently, his touch both soothing and possessive.
I sensed Joseph standing up. I turned my head over my shoulder to see him moving away from the desk with an apparent casualness that made my stomach twist in knots. He walked over to his armchair and lowered himself into it with the grace of a king taking his throne. His piercing blue eyes never left mine, a reminder of the power he held over me.
“Kevin, Louis, Martin,” he called out, his voice commanding and assured. “Take Ingrid to the coffee table. You may enjoy her as long and as hard as you choose.”
My breath caught in my throat, a mix of fear and helpless, reawakened arousal surging through me. The three young men moved forward, their eyes gleaming with hunger. Kevin, tall and lean, reached me first. His hands were firm but gentle as he lifted me from the desk, my legs trembling beneath me.
“Let’s go, Ingrid,” he said, his tone surprisingly soft. But there was no mistaking the lust in his eyes.
Louis and Martin flanked us, guiding me toward the luxurious, padded and leather-topped table that sat innocuously among the couch and chairs that occupied one corner of Joseph’s opulent office. Each step felt like an eternity, my mind racing with the possibilities of what was to come. The weight of their gazes pressed down on me, amplifying the submissive need that pulsed through my veins.
As they laid me down on the leather-covered table, I couldn’t help but glance at Joseph, desperate to know the expression on his handsome face. His blue eyes watched with an intensity that made my skin tingle, his expression an unreadable blend of emotions: pride, yes—I felt a thrill of my own pride to answer it, that, paradoxically, he valued me so highly. His own lust, too—I knew my master well enough to know his cock had gotten hard as iron while punishing me and then forcing so much pleasure on my helpless body. Some other, darker emotion seemed to lie in his eyes, though.
Jealousy?
“Please,” I whispered, though again I didn’t know what I meant by the submissive word, or even who I was begging to—Joseph, the junior executives, or even myself. The line between fear and desire had blurred beyond recognition.
“Try to enjoy this, Ingrid,” Kevin instructed, his hand trailing down my thigh, then pressing between my thighs to take possession of my pussy and my bottom at once. “We definitely will.”
CHAPTER 23
Ingrid
Kevin’s fingers found their way deeper, their tips entering where Joseph had worked me so hard just a few moments ago. Kevin’s different, just as arrogant, caress sent a hot jolt of need up my spine.
An even hotter surge of shame followed as I felt my body respond without my consent, betraying me with a helpless arousal that made me dizzy. The even greater heat from Joseph’s paddle still radiated from my thoroughly punished bottom cheeks, mingling pain with the unexpected pleasure of Kevin’s touch.
“Joseph got you so wet, didn’t he?” Kevin murmured, his voice full of smug satisfaction. His words stung, but I couldn’t deny the truth in them. My body quivered beneath his hand, my mind a chaotic mix of mortification and unbidden desire.
“Please…” I whispered yet again, as if it had become the mantra of my submission.