His Naughty Secretary – Corporate Correction Read Online Emily Tilton

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Erotic Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 58185 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 291(@200wpm)___ 233(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
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“Yes, sir,” I whimpered, tears of both joy and torment spilling from my eyes. Each thrust seemed to drive his dominance deeper into me, claiming me anew with every powerful movement.

Time seemed not to have a meaning. On Joseph’s surging cock, entirely possessed by his manhood, I moved tentatively, my hips faintly matching the rhythm of his triumphant ride. I knew I wouldn’t come, and I almost didn’t regret it; I felt glad to serve him as the receptacle of his pleasure and nothing more.

His fucking went on for some amount of time, some uncountable number of minutes, and then, abruptly, he stilled his thrusts, holding himself deep inside my sheath.

“I’m going to reclaim your bottom now, Ingrid,” Joseph’s voice rumbled in my ear, each word a command that seeped into my bones. The declaration sent a shiver through me, and I couldn’t stop the sob that escaped my lips.

“Yes, sir,” I whispered, my voice quavering with a mixture of anticipation and dread. I didn’t know how I’d be able to bear it, but any hesitation was drowned out by the need to please him, to show him that I was really, truly his.

Joseph withdrew from my pussy, leaving an aching emptiness behind. I could hear his hands move with practiced precision as he reached to the bedside table, retrieving the small bottle of lube. The sound of the cap popping open seemed deafening in the quiet room.

I felt his lubed fingers at my rear entrance, and I bit down on my lip as he began to massage the tight ring of muscle, coaxing it to loosen. The initial intrusion stung, drawing a sharp gasp from me, but his touch was patient, deliberate.

“Good girl,” he praised, his words a balm to my raw nerves. “Just breathe.”

I focused on his voice, on the warmth of his body pressed against mine. Slowly, inexorably, he worked his way inside, preparing me for what was to come. My muscles protested, still sore from the brutal use they’d endured earlier, but I forced myself to relax, to accept.

“Please, sir,” I breathed, needing his approval, his reassurance.

“That’s it,” he said, his fingers sliding deeper. “You’re doing so well.”

When he finally removed his fingers, it felt like a reprieve, but only for a moment. I knew what was coming next. Joseph shifted behind me, and I could feel the head of his cock pressing against my tiny flower. He paused, as if giving me one last chance to prepare, then pushed forward gently, breaching the tight resistance of my sphincter.

I let out a sharp cry at the now-familiar sensation that I nevertheless couldn’t seem to get used to. Pain and shamefully pleasurable fullness mixed together inextricably. The physical discomfort joined itself with the overwhelming reality of being taken in such an intimate, vulnerable way.

My body shook with the effort to accommodate him. The stretch felt intense, almost unbearable, but I clung to his tender words and his utter dominance. I needed this, needed to be reminded of my place, even if it hurt.

“Good girl,” he repeated, his cock sinking deeper until he was fully seated inside me. The fullness was overwhelming, but I felt pride, too, in knowing I could take him, in feeling him claim me so completely.

Then, to my surprise, Joseph took my right hand and guided it between my legs. His fingers intertwined with mine, moving them to my clit. I gasped at the unexpected touch, the dual sensations flooding my senses.

“Touch yourself,” he commanded, his voice a dark promise. “You have permission now. I want you to come while I fuck your ass.”

“Yes, sir,” I managed, my breath coming in tiny, labored pants as I obeyed. Together, we worked my clit, the combined pressure sending jolts of pleasure through my body. The soreness faded into the background, replaced by the rising tide of arousal.

“That’s it,” Joseph encouraged, his pace quickening as he thrust into my bottom. “Feel how good it is to belong to me.”

“Yes, sir,” I moaned, the pleasure building to an unbearable peak. My fingers moved frantically under his guidance, chasing the release that seemed just out of reach.



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