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)
“You’re learning,” Joseph observed, a hint of satisfaction coloring his words. “But from now on, always wear a nice bra. You can ask Cathy how to get reimbursed for buying appropriate lingerie. Take it off.”
His gaze scorched my skin as I complied, lingering on the places where modesty had abandoned me. The weight of his dominance pressed down on me, almost tangible and somehow suffocating, so that I feared suddenly that I might lose myself completely in this ‘game’ that apparently he meant to be ‘fun’ for me too.
I felt my forehead crease hard, though, as an unwelcome new surge of desire rose between my thighs, in the terribly exposed place I knew he must be gazing at. In my mind, the hot, dark place of shameful pleasure yielded to Joseph’s control without hesitation.
“Yes, sir,” I whispered as I dropped the bra to the floor, my voice barely audible, thick with submission and the raw edge of arousal. I could feel my cheeks burning, a flush spreading across my body in stark contrast to the coolness of the room. Every second stretching into an eternity fraught with tension and anticipation.
“Come around to my side of the desk,” Joseph commanded.
I hesitated only a moment before my feet moved on their own accord, taking me closer to him. My tummy flipped as I realized I wanted Joseph to have a close look at me—as close as he chose. The plush carpet felt soft under my bare feet, a stark contrast to the hard evaluating gaze with which Joseph traced every inch of my exposed skin.
“Good girl,” he murmured again, the repetition seeming almost like an incantation. I raised my eyes again, helplessly, needing to see. Joseph’s eyes had darkened with what seemed a mixture of desire and satisfaction. “Turn around and put your hands on your knees.”
Heat flared anew in my cheeks, and between my thighs, in a way I should have already known to anticipate, but still couldn’t ever seem to see coming. I let out a little whimper as I obeyed. I could again almost feel Joseph’s eyes; I knew beyond the slightest doubt that they had settled on the fading marks from the paddle.
I knew them too intimately myself, the purple bruises on my bottom and upper thighs that I hadn’t been able to keep myself from stealing glances at in the mirror that morning.
“My marks look beautiful on you,” Joseph’s voice said softly from behind me. “I hope they serve as a reminder of your new life, and your place in this office.”
His words sent a shiver down my spine. They seemed both a compliment and a stark reminder of my submission. My breath hitched, caught between the thrill of his approval and the embarrassment of this immodest exposure.
When I spoke, I hardly knew why, unless the fear of his paddle had tuned my behavior to match Joseph’s dominant expectations as thoroughly as I could. “Thank you, sir,” I whispered, my voice trembling to match my hands, shaking atop my knees as I pushed out my backside for his lewd inspection.
“Stay just like that,” he ordered, as out of the corner of my eye I saw his hand reach for a green button on his desk tablet. His fingers looked deft and decisive as he pushed it. A beep sounded from somewhere. I had no idea what Joseph intended, but my heart started to race.
“Martin, Kevin, Louis—come to my office, please,” he ordered into what seemed thin air. His tone sounded polite, but also absolutely commanding. Joseph Alden left no room for hesitation or dissent, it seemed, whether with his sexual servants or his junior executives.
Each name he called seemed to heighten the pounding in my chest, to ratchet the anticipation up another notch.
“I want my team to inspect you as well, Ingrid,” he said matter-of-factly, as if it represented a standard business procedure. “It’s important for you to get to know them, and vice versa.”
From where I stood behind Joseph’s desk, I had to turn my head to see the door. I did, out of sheer instinct, wondering if I could hear the muffled footsteps approaching from the hallway.
“Eyes front,” Joseph commanded, delivering a sudden sharp, if glancing thanks to the angle, spank to my right bottom cheek. “You should know that by now.”
I straightened at the sting as tears pricked the corners of my eyes. Instantly, fearfully, I bent over again, putting my hands back on my knees. I gazed ahead, out the window into the blue sky outside, every bit of my body seeming to burn with shame and unwelcome desire.
The seconds stretched out, each one laden with the promise of further humiliation and deeper submission. Every muscle fiber of my body felt taut.
The door opened, and I heard them walk in. I felt my face working with emotion, nose wrinkling with shame, brow furrowing with fear.