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)
“Kiss it, you little whore,” he murmured, his voice rough like gravel. “I guess I don’t get a reward like Lou, but at least I get to feel those pretty lips on this fuck stick.”
My mouth had fallen open at my first sight of the length of his manhood. At these brutal words I began to pant. Obeying, thanks to the wand… thanks to Joseph’s commands… thanks to Martin’s filthy comments… thanks to my own helpless need… I closed my lips. My breath came in labored little puffs through my nose.
I leaned toward him, greeting him with an eagerness that—despite the burning blush that stayed in my face—I wasn’t feigning any longer. His scent filled my nostrils, earthy and rich, and as I got a fleeting taste of him, I surrendered to the detachment that had begun to claim me. It was a state of distant observation, a cocoon of numbness that shielded me from the shame of my actions.
And I felt Joseph watching, always watching, his blue eyes unblinking and omnipresent. His silence struck me louder than any words. With every new act of compliance, I became less of Ingrid Vogel, the independent naive professional striving to prove herself, and more of what I felt sure my new boss, my new master, envisioned: a vessel for desire, an instrument of pleasure honed by the hand of the man who wielded the paddle and the wand.
He spoke as I withdrew my head, my eyes still fixed only on Martin’s long, red cock.
“Remember what awaits you, gentlemen.” Joseph’s tone was even, calm—a direct contrast to the lewd scene he had orchestrated. “Hit in your targets, and you’ll get a share of the pleasure to be had in my executive fuck toy’s sweet little holes.”
CHAPTER 15
Ingrid
I remained kneeling on the plush red carpet, terribly conscious of my nakedness and the bruises on my backside. My cheeks burned with shame as I watched the junior executives zip up their pants. In my mind’s eye I could see the smug, fraternal grins on their handsome faces: vivid evidence of my degradation.
I felt Joseph towering over me, his piercing blue eyes seeming to stare through the back of my head into my soul. As Kevin, Martin, and Louis filed out of the office I cringed under Joseph’s gaze, certain he would punish me for refusing to obey instantly, to kneel and kiss the penises of the men of his team the moment he had commanded it.
He came around to my front. He didn’t have the paddle in his hand, and his fly remained closed. I blinked in confusion, not raising my eyes but instead lowering them to the mirror shine of his black shoes.
“You may look me in the eye, Ingrid,” he said. His tone of voice sounded different to me from any way he had spoken to me yet. I heard what I thought might be warmth, alongside the ever-present authority. Then I instantly told myself I must have imagined it.
In any case, the may he had used left me in confusion. Heat bloomed anew in my face. At that moment, though part of me longed to see his handsome face, I didn’t want to look up, out of embarrassment at my kneeling and my nakedness.
The spark of my independence tried to persuade the rest of my mind that I hadn’t had any choice, but the truth of the compliance wand’s operation made a mockery of the idea: part of me, a part that seemed only to grow in importance, had wanted to do precisely what Joseph told me to do, no matter how shameful. I had wanted to kiss their rigid penises, even wanted to suck Louis’, just like the little slut they had called me.
“Do I have to, sir?” I asked, trying to find some potential for resistance in this tiny, very slightly defiant question.
“No, sweetheart,” Joseph said. “You don’t have to.”
He must have known it would make me look up. I thought I could even hear it in his words, their tone slightly amused and at the same time, again… warm. I hadn’t imagined it. What did it mean?
I raised my eyes. Joseph Alden, my…
My master. I couldn’t help it. Boss just didn’t describe how his height, his bearing, above all his gorgeous eyes affected me.
To my amazement, Joseph extended a hand and asked, “Would you like to have dinner with me?”
I gaped up at him, confusion warring with the urge to obey his every whim—and I couldn’t even tell if that urge came from the wand’s influence coursing through my nerves, compelling me to submit to his will. Terrifying device of absolute dominance or not, though, some innocent part of me felt simply curious about what Joseph had in mind, as if I could think of him as an ordinary kind of man, casually asking me out.