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)
My chin shook with the vain effort to shake my head no. I couldn’t do that. I just couldn’t.
My hands rose, slowly, jerking in the air like wind-blown leaves. I felt them touch the bottoms of my breasts, the slightly scratchy sensation of the pretty lace against my fingers. I gave a little sob at the naughty feeling, the little tremor of need it sent radiating out from my nipples that went along with the heat that came from the simple idea of submitting in that humiliating way.
“Good girl,” my new boss said, his eyes flicking up to mine and then down again to have another look at my almost-naked chest. “Take them out of the bra. I want to see your nipples.”
CHAPTER 6
Ingrid
I blinked at him. My lips parted slightly; for a moment I thought the sheer extent of the humiliation involved might let me object—refuse, even. Then my fingers started to move. I looked down, feeling a twinge of surprise that I could take my eyes from Mr. Alden’s face.
An instant later it made sense—to my paradoxical dismay, because I didn’t want it to make sense. If it made sense, after all, that meant I actually, deep down had a desperate need to submit. But against my wishes I understood, even though I didn’t want to: watching my hands represented, in my mind, an essential part of the degrading action the man in charge of me had commanded. I got it without him even telling me; he would of course want me to see how helpless I was to disobey him.
Much worse, I knew that he intended me to grasp the terrible truth of the compliance wand’s effect. I bit my lip as my hands curved, fingers moving obediently, not to cover my breasts modestly but instead to take hold of the lacy edges of my bra’s cups and start to tug them to the side. Deep down I wanted to show my new boss how pretty my little breasts were, and…
And how slutty I really am, on the inside. How I like to show my tits to men. How stiff my tiny nipples get when I think of a dominant man using my body for his pleasure.
Then my eyes traveled back to Mr. Alden’s face, because I had to see. I needed to know if he liked what he saw. If he thought my little body looked like the kind of body he enjoyed fucking.
He had his eyes fixed on my chest, his look intent and a slight smile on his lips. I felt my forehead crease hard as my fingers worked their way inside the lace, cupped the little peaches, and pulled them free of the lace.
“Those nipples are adorable,” Mr. Alden commented, raising his eyes to gaze into mine again. “Pinch them. Nice and hard.”
My eyes went wide and my mouth opened again, in a way that had started to become all too familiar. It seemed that the wand’s operation gave me the chance to react with the embarrassment, and the denial I would have felt and expressed if Mr. Alden hadn’t taken away the capacity. I couldn’t do anything about it, though. As I stared at him, my cheeks burning, I felt my fingers do as he had commanded.
My shoulders jerked back, my back arching at the sudden discomfort. With a sob, though, an instant later, I felt a wave of arousal travel through my whole body, shooting outward from the little buds I had just squeezed so cruelly. My hips gave a mortifying little thrust as I clenched, down there, as much at the sheer degradation of being made to do something so lewd in front of a fully dressed man as at the physiological effect of my fingers’ pressure.
“Now,” he told me, “go ahead and take off your skirt. Leave your tits out.”
My face crumpled into a theatrical pout of protest. My hands went to the button on the waistband of the skirt. I realized with a thrill of shame that I hadn’t even tried to resist his order, even in my head. It wouldn’t have worked, I knew, but it would have at least shown that if Mr. Alden hadn’t used the horrible device on me, I would have been able to defy him.
But as my fingers fumbled at the button, a very different voice started to whisper in my head.
You know you want it. Let it happen. He’s made it so easy for you… and he’s so handsome… and you need this job.
I felt my tongue emerge from my mouth a little, and I realized that I was licking my lips as I unfastened the waistband of my skirt. A new wave of heat came into my face.
I don’t want it, the rational part of my brain tried. I don’t want to have my bottom paddled! I don’t want to… to do that with him.