Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 61422 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 307(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61422 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 307(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
The independent version of me, the one who had arrived at that fateful orientation what seemed a lifetime ago, would have stood aghast at how submissively I acknowledged that my orgasm had represented an act of disobedience. That Melissa didn’t seem to be present at the moment.
“Please, sir… I couldn’t help it. Please, don’t…” I couldn’t even whisper the next words; I breathed them, almost silently. “Don’t whip me more.”
“You’re lucky you come so beautifully, little whore,” Stuart said. “I can’t imagine punishing you for something I enjoyed so much.”
The surge of gratitude and… yes, I realized with a crawling, panicky kind of joy, love, I felt as he gathered me into him, away from the door, and walked me out of the restaurant, made me feel lightheaded. The thankfulness grew even stronger at the way he supported my unsteady steps as we walked the short distance to a beautiful old apartment building. I realized with a jolt of apprehension and arousal, as Stuart slowed our pace, that he must live there.
The door opened and a middle-aged doorman stepped out.
“Evening, Mr. Harrington,” he said.
“Nikos, this is Miss Mitropoulos,” Stuart said. “You’ll probably be seeing a good deal of her.”
I felt my cheeks glow, though I felt some hope that in the dim lighting outside the building Nikos couldn’t see my embarrassment. So old-fashioned, to feel judged by a doorman that way, but of course Selecta and New Modesty Blue had put me back in touch with such antiquated emotions.
“Yes, sir,” Nikos said. “Nice to meet you, Miss Mitropoulos. Anything you need, you just let me know.”
“Thank you,” I said, meaning it, for the warmth and apparent lack of censure in his tone. “Nice to meet you too.”
In the elevator, riding up to the penthouse, Stuart said, “Nikos has been hoping I’d find…”
His voice trailed off. I turned my eyes from our reflection in the elevator doors to look at him. In the mirror of the polished metal I had seen a slightly blurry image of a captain of industry and the junior executive he had turned into his personal fuck toy. Stuart’s face had an expression on it, though, when I could look into the sky blue eyes he turned to meet my gaze, that… well, it didn’t really contradict the dominance of the arm he had put firmly around my waist, but it seemed to layer something else on top.
Wistfulness? Or… affection? His smile broadened a little.
“Well,” he continued, “let’s say he’s been hoping I’d find a girl he’d see a lot of.”
I gulped, my heart rate instantly speeding up to what felt like double what it had been. I felt my forehead crease and I caught my lower lip between my teeth.
“You’re wondering whether there have been many girls Nikos didn’t see a lot of, aren’t you?” Stuart asked, his voice teasing.
“Well,” I started, and then his eyes narrowed slightly, and I remembered. “Sir… well, I…” My thoughts, words, and feelings had intertwined into a mess I didn’t think I could get out of, but Stuart smiled again, and helped me.
“A few,” he murmured. “But I never told Nikos he might see one of them again.”
I had so many more questions… Did they all get whipped? Did they all get fucked in the ass? Did they all…?
Stuart wrapped both arms around me and kissed me, cradling the back of my head in his left hand, his fingers entwined in my hair. I whimpered up into his mouth as the floors passed and his other hand became mobile, holding my ass and then moving further down to gather my skirt, lift its hem until he could put his hand underneath and seize me from behind as his tongue kept dominating my mouth. He forced my thighs apart, two fingers pressing between them to grasp my pussy so that I felt utterly possessed.
Vaguely I heard a bell sound, and then Stuart had to my astonishment gathered me up into his arms and carried me across the threshold of the elevator into the opulent penthouse apartment. He moved straight to the bedroom. My heart pounded with anticipation and nerves. The room was spacious and elegant, dominated by an enormous bed with a dark wooden frame. Stuart set me down gently at the foot of the bed, his hands lingering on my waist as he steadied me.
“I’m going to punish you now, Melissa,” he said, his voice soft but very commanding. “The way a suitor on NMB might punish the girl he’s courting.”
I felt a shiver run through my body at his words. My mind raced with images from the videos I’d seen—young women bent over and spanked, their faces a mix of pain and ecstasy. I watched, trembling, as Stuart slowly removed his belt. The soft whisper of leather sliding through belt loops seemed impossibly loud in the quiet room.