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When Melissa was hired by the Selecta Corporation, she didn’t expect to be working in a division catering to billionaires who enjoy watching as beautiful young women are stripped, spanked, and shamefully mastered by their suitors, and she certainly didn’t anticipate having her panties pulled down for a paddling right there in the conference room after voicing her protests.
But she truly learns what it means to blush when her boss inspects her in his office afterwards.
Because as she’s made to bend over and put herself on display for him, she knows his eyes aren’t just roaming over her still burning bare ass and everything between her bright red bottom cheeks.
He can see that she’s soaking wet and ready for him too.
Author: Emily Tilton
eBook Price: Kindle Unlimited/$5.99
Length: 57,000 words
Excerpt
Stuart’s fingers ran up and down my slick inner lips, teasing and probing with maddening precision. When he slipped two fingers inside me, curling them to stroke that spot that made my knees weak, a moan escaped my lips before I could stop it. The sound seemed to echo in the quiet office, and I flushed with renewed embarrassment.
But that was only the beginning. Stuart’s thumb found my clit, circling it with just the right pressure to make my hips buck involuntarily. His other hand continued to knead my punished bottom, the sting of the paddling heightening every sensation.
I tried to stifle my cries, but it was useless. As Stuart’s fingers worked their magic, I found myself moaning louder than I ever had in my life. My voice sounded foreign to my own ears—wanton, desperate, needy.
“That’s it,” Stuart murmured, his voice low and husky. “Let me hear how much you want it.”
His words, the first he had spoken in long, hot minutes, fueled the fire building inside me. I whimpered as he withdrew his fingers, only to gasp sharply as I felt them probing at my back entrance. I clenched instinctively, but Stuart was relentless. He circled the tight ring of muscle, applying steady pressure until the tip of one finger slipped inside.
“Such a tight little asshole,” he growled. “I bet you’ve never had anything in here before, have you?”
I shook my head frantically, beyond words, thinking despite myself of Grace and Jacob, Georgette and Michael. The feeling was so foreign, so dirty—and yet, to my shock and shame, intensely arousing.
Stuart chuckled darkly. “We’ll have to change that soon. But for now…”
He resumed his ministrations on my clit and pussy, his fingers moving with expert precision. All the while, that single digit remained inside my ass, a constant reminder of my complete surrender to his will.
“Look at you,” Stuart continued, his voice dripping with lust and authority. “Your cunt is dripping for me. Such a greedy little hole, so desperate to be filled.” He punctuated his words by thrusting his fingers deeper inside me. “And this tight ass of yours? I can feel it clenching around my finger. You love this, don’t you? Being spread open, totally at my mercy.”
I moaned helplessly, my hips rocking back against his hand. Every filthy word he uttered sent another jolt of arousal through me. I was lost in a haze of sensation, teetering on the edge of an orgasm more intense than any I’d ever experienced.
“Oh, no,” Stuart said, his voice seeming to come from miles away. “Not yet, you little whore. You’ll come when I let you.” He pulled his hand away.
“Oh, god… please…” I gasped.
“Is there something you’d like to ask for, Miss Mitropoulos?” His hand returned, rubbing a circle on my right ass cheek with maddening gentleness.
“Please…”
I swallowed down the saliva that wouldn’t seem to quit in my mouth, as if every part of my body wanted, shamefully, to submit to Stuart. Could I say it? Could I actually…
The words came out while I was still telling myself I couldn’t say them.
“Please fuck me. Please… oh, god… please… I…”
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