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)
His thrusts felt relentless, each one a declaration of his control over me. The jeweled butt plug had been a reminder of his dominance, its cool weight in my anus both humiliating and thrilling at the restaurant, in the limo, in the foyer. Now, with Joseph buried deep inside me, its absence was a stark contrast that heightened every thrust, every shiver of pleasure-pain that coursed through my body.
My hand moved faster, desperate for release. With a sob, I started to come, little climaxes tearing through me like lapping waves, leaving me gasping with both relief and need. My gratitude for these moments, for Joseph’s permission, fueled my submission. Despite the brutal nature of our encounter, I felt a burgeoning realization: his actions, his dominance, stemmed from a place of regard. He saw me, valued me, in ways I’d never imagined a man like him could. Could his passion for degrading me, I wondered distantly, come from anything other than a wish to demonstrate how precious I had so swiftly become to him?
“Yes, sir,” I whispered. “Yes, sir.” Again and again as he used my most private place exactly as he chose, simply to make his cock feel good. The words became a mantra of devotion. With every surge of agonizing pleasure, my heart swelled, embracing this role, this submission. My fingers danced over my clit, each touch synchronized with the rhythm of his thrusts, sending shockwaves of ambiguous ecstasy through my core.
“Take it all,” Joseph commanded, each thrust more forceful than the last, driving me to the edge of my sanity as he sounded the depths of my bottom in search of his brutal satisfaction. I felt my body surrender completely, trusting in his control, his care.
“Thank you, sir,” I heard myself whisper, tears wetting my cheeks—of discomfort, but somehow also of gratitude. The room spun, reality dissolving into the primal though unnatural joining of our bodies.
“Mine,” he growled one last time, and I knew it to be true.
“Yes, sir,” I sobbed.
My body trembled beneath his, every nerve ending aflame as Joseph’s rhythm turned frenzied. His hands gripped my hips with a possessive fervor, pulling me back onto his cock with an unyielding force. The weight of his dominance pressed into the very core of me.
With a final, deep thrust, Joseph reached his climax. His cock pulsed inside me, releasing its hot seed into my anus. The sensation startled me, a rush of warmth spreading through my insides. But alongside the initial shock came a wave of delight, a twisted sense of fulfillment that only deepened my feelings for him. I reveled in the fullness, my helpless affection for Joseph solidifying with each pulse of his release.
“Good girl,” he murmured, his voice softer now, tinged with unmistakable tenderness that made my heart skip a beat. He withdrew slowly, leaving me with a lingering sense of emptiness and longing. The loss of his physical presence was palpable, but the emotional connection remained, stronger than ever.
“Thank you, sir,” I whispered again, my voice barely audible. It wasn’t just for the pleasure he’d allowed me despite his intent to discipline me with his cock, but for the way he saw me—beautiful, intelligent, worthy of his high regard. In this twisted dynamic, I had discovered a depth of emotion I never thought possible.
“Rest now,” Joseph commanded gently, brushing a stray lock of hair from my face. His touch was tender, a stark contrast to the brutal passion he had just enforced on me. “You’ve done well.”
CHAPTER 19
Ingrid
Three weeks had passed since I first walked through the revolving door of Selecta’s imposing skyscraper, and my life had settled into a dreamlike routine I would never have expected outside a dream. The initial whirlwind of confusion, shame, pain, heat, anxiety, and overwhelming, irresistible, forbidden pleasure had given way to a strange sort of normality. The office felt like it was stuck in a past era, with its rigid hierarchy and traditional gender roles, but I found myself growing fond of my coworkers despite—or perhaps because of—the sexually charged atmosphere.
“Morning, Ingrid,” Kevin greeted me with a sly grin as I walked past the bullpen. He leaned back in his chair, his fingers drumming on the desk. “You holding up your end of the work?”
I blushed furiously at the slight emphasis on end, the double entendre that demonstrated he knew what happened every night at Joseph’s apartment, feeling the heat rise to my cheeks. Kevin had a knack for making me squirm, and he seemed to revel in it. “Fine, thank you,” I mumbled, averting my gaze and hurrying to my desk.
Cathy, ever the picture of professionalism, glanced up from her neatly organized workspace and gave me a nod. “Good morning, Ingrid,” she said in her clear, concise manner. There was something reassuring about her efficiency, a calm amidst the chaos.