When her handsome new boss orders her to strip for an intimate, deeply humiliating inspection in his office, twenty-year-old Ingrid Vogel’s disobedience quickly earns her a thorough paddling. But the moment she is bared for her punishment, her helpless arousal can no longer be hidden.
By the time she is sent home with instructions to return to work tomorrow without her panties, Ingrid has not only been roughly claimed over her employer’s desk and then put on her knees and made to thank him properly for it, she’s also come harder than she’d ever thought possible.
But it isn’t until the next day that she learns just how shamefully she will be used and enjoyed. That’s when her boss will share her with the other executives… and when he’ll take her the one way he hasn’t yet, the way she’s too embarrassed to even imagine being taken by a man.
Author: Emily Tilton
eBook Price: Kindle Unlimited/$5.99
Length: 54,600 words
Excerpt
“Sit,” he commanded. “Legs up, skirt up.”
Despite my unwavering obedience to his instruction that I wear my panties over my suspenders, when he allowed me panties, Joseph liked to fuck me with my underwear still on.
Once he had covered the distance between his desk and where I sat, humiliatingly exposing myself, he lowered his trousers and briefs, tugged the soaking gusset of my panties aside, and plunged deeply into me.
Each thrust was powerful and relentless, driving me to the edge of pleasure and pain. His hands closed around my waist, holding my vagina in place for his enjoyment. My body ached from the constant use, but the soreness only heightened my arousal, making me more needy, more desperate for his touch. I closed my eyes, whimpering at every surge of his manhood, clinging to my knees, trying to open myself even more fully.
“Look at me,” Joseph commanded. My eyes flew open as if he had touched me with the compliance wand, though I hadn’t seen it since the day I had kissed the junior executives’ cocks. I looked into my master’s piercing eyes, seeing his pleasure in me, the value he put on me that only grew with every degradation.
“This is a tight little cunt,” he growled, making me clench, making me start to come just at the sound of his voice. “I like fucking it. Who does this little cunt belong to?”
“You, sir,” I sobbed. “You.”
After work, like every evening since our dinner at Saint L’O and the defloration of my anus, Joseph’s limo awaited us. The ride to his high-rise apartment was spent in silence on my part, generally, as Joseph usually checked in with Cathy to button up the day.
Once inside, we nearly always dined on expensive takeout. Joseph delighted in introducing my innocent palate to new tastes. The exquisite flavors of all the different ethnic cuisines inflamed my senses, as if my master meant to ready me, tune my body for the forbidden, ambiguous pleasures he drew from my helpless body afterward.
“Strip,” he ordered once we’d finished, his voice brooking no dissent.
“Yes, sir,” I replied, my hands trembling slightly as I undressed beside the big, polished oak table, revealing the lacy lingerie he’d chosen for me that morning.
Joseph had taken me to a boutique the previous Saturday, and accompanied me to the dressing room as if that were a completely natural thing to do, so he could watch me try on the lacy things he clearly liked best. We had left with several bra-and-panty sets, a teddy, and a babydoll nightgown. He generally worked through the weekend and left me to my own devices, but that night he had made me wear three different outfits and fucked me hard in each one.
“Black suits you best, I think,” he said, his eyes raking over my body with satisfaction. He had given me white, purple, and a new red set, as well as the black, and he enjoyed evaluating the effects of the different styles and colors on the curves of my body. “On the bed. Offer your adorable little ass in those naughty panties.”
He approached as he did almost every night and stripped the delicate fabric down to my knees. He lubed my anus with practiced ease. The cool gel made me shiver, and then he was behind me, entering me slowly, claiming me completely.
“May I play with myself, sir?” I moaned, the discomfort bringing tears to my eyes as his massive shaft stretched my little bottom much too full. Joseph made me wear a butt plug on Sundays to train me to take him more submissively, but it still hurt when he used me that way.
“Not tonight,” he told me, his voice hoarse with his pleasure, his demanding rhythm in my anus continuing. “You came this afternoon… you little whore… and we have… an important meeting tomorrow… I want you… needy.”
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