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)
“Such a good little toy,” Louis said, his tone soft yet filled with lust as he reached down to squeeze my breast through the lace of my bra. His touch was rough, and I cried out, the sound torn between pain and the unbearable need that made my skin tingle.
“Look at her squirm,” Martin observed, his brutality evident in the way he pinched my nipple, hard enough to make me gasp. He sauntered around the table, his eyes roving, clearly enjoying the power dynamics at play to the fullest.
My eyes darted to Joseph, sitting in his luxurious chair, watching the scene unfold with a calculated expression. A part of me sought his approval even as I fought against the humiliation washing over me in waves. I couldn’t tell whether I had it; his ice-blue eyes seemed unreadable, as if he had resolved to play this part of his Game only as a dispassionate observer.
“Don’t stop,” Kevin ordered, his fingers digging into the tender flesh where my thighs met my hips and pulling my focus away from my master’s gaze. The three of them took turns caressing every inch of my exposed body, their hands exploring with a thoroughness that left no part of me untouched. They squeezed my breasts, their fingers leaving marks on the pale skin, and kneaded my reddened bottom cheeks, reigniting the sting of Joseph’s punishment. They probed between the cheeks, seeking out the tiny flower where I had to receive Joseph’s massive hardness every night.
“More,” I heard myself say, the word slipping out before I could catch it. My cheeks flared with heat, but I couldn’t pretend I hadn’t meant it. I wanted my master to see how very much I could endure for him.
“That’s right, Ingrid,” Kevin said, his grin widening as he stood back to free his cock from his trousers. “You know what you want.”
As soon as Kevin’s hand left my thigh, Louis replaced it with his own, teasing my swollen clit with deft fingers. I bucked against his hand, my body arching off the coffee table in desperate response.
“She’s loving this,” Martin remarked, his voice a low growl as he unbuttoned his pants and pulled out his long, thin cock. He stroked himself, his eyes locked on mine, daring me to look away.
“Open wide,” Louis instructed, guiding his thick, short cock to my mouth. I obeyed, my lips parting instinctively as he pressed forward, the taste of him filling my senses.
“Good girl,” Kevin praised, his eyes dark with hunger as he watched me take Louis into my mouth. Meanwhile, Martin’s hands roamed over my body, squeezing and groping, each touch sending jolts of sensation through me.
Joseph’s silent presence in the background seemed somehow to speak in my mind, as if every degrading thing his junior executives said had his authority behind it.
Give her more, I imagined him saying, so vividly that I wondered if my master had in fact spoken aloud. Take her hard. Fill her up.
The ordeal had only just begun, but already I felt myself slipping into a realm where pain and pleasure intertwined, where my cries of anguish were indistinguishable from my moans of ecstasy. My body became a canvas for their exploration, painted with the colors of submission and dominance, each stroke a testament to their power and my submission.
Kevin’s grip on my thighs tightened, his fingers digging into my flesh as he spread me wide. The air of the office cooled the exposed, sensitive flesh of my smooth pussy, making me even more conscious of the heat there. I felt terribly bare before them, a spectacle of submission and arousal. Their every touch seemed like a brand on my trembling body.
“Me too,” Martin commanded me, his voice a brutal growl so that the monosyllables sent shivers down my spine. He thrust his cock toward me, the throbbing length demanding attention. He took my left hand roughly and wrapped my fingers around him to reinforce his lewd demand. The hardness pulsated under my touch as I began to stroke, suddenly eager to please and fearful of Martin’s wrath if I disobeyed.
“That’s it, little whore,” he spat, the words cutting through me like a hot knife. His cruel gaze bore into mine, green eyes searing with dominance. The insult ignited something deep inside, a forbidden thrill that made my core clench with need.
Louis had pulled his cock from between my lips, and he started to tease me with it. He brushed the tip over my lips as if to taunt me with a piece of candy he didn’t mean to let me eat.
“She’s eager,” Kevin remarked, amusement lacing his tone as he guided my other hand to Louis’ waiting cock. “Look at her licking her lips.”
The truth of his statement became undeniable as my lips parted, breath hitching at the scent and sight of their rigid penises. My mouth watered, tongue darting out to wet my lips as they teased me. The swollen heads brushed against my face, leaving trails of pre-cum on my cheeks and my chin that made my face flush with embarrassment.