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)
But it wasn’t about me doing anything, was it? It all had to do with what my new boss wanted to do with me… with my body… to my body. Even if he told me to… to do things, I wouldn’t really have to do them in the sense of intending them. Even if he made me… I swallowed hard, trembling fingertips finally getting purchase on the button. Terrible images rose into my mind’s eye, of the shameful things Mr. Alden could command.
Me, on my knees in front of him, with his yet-unseen manhood filling my innocent mouth.
Me, bent over in front of him, reaching my hands backward to demonstrate my submission and expose myself utterly, for his eyes, his fingers, his huge, hard… thing.
Heat surged anew into my face. The pictures came from my own mind; I knew without any doubt that the compliance wand hadn’t put them there. I had taken those selfies, in the naughty underwear I had for some insane reason decided to wear today.
I felt my hands tugging my skirt down over my slim hips. Mr. Alden’s eyes roamed up and down my body, then focused low; he wanted to see my panties, more than he wanted to see any other part of me. He clearly thought I had a pretty face, a cute body, but right now he had an interest only in what lay between my thighs… the cunt he meant to fuck.
I swallowed hard, realizing I had just obeyed him inside my head from some sort of simple, lewd instinct. He had told me to call my private part a cunt, and even in my mind the terrible word seemed the only appropriate one. A slut like me didn’t have a private part or even a pussy—what she had between her legs wasn’t private where her new boss was concerned, and it didn’t behave like a sweet, furry little creature.
I had a cunt, and Mr. Alden intended to fuck me there. My nearly virgin cunt felt like an aching, needy void, not an insignificant ‘part’ or an adorable kitten. My skirt dropped around my feet and I stepped out of it, on my low but very pretty and even kind of sexy—I thought—black pumps. My knees shook, and my hands balled into little fists as I watched my handsome, arrogant boss’ expression, wanting to look away but forbidden by the effect of his horrid wand.
His mouth quirked up at the left side, into a smile that made my tummy lurch.
“You really need to wax, if you want to wear those panties properly, Ingrid,” he said, raising his eyes to look into mine.
I made a noise in my throat that sounded more like a gurgle than anything expressive, let alone a word of protest.
“We provide fully subsidized aesthetician visits as a basic benefit for our secretaries. You should talk to Cathy at the reception desk on your way out: she’ll schedule a Brazilian for you, for tomorrow. The next time I fuck you, your cunt will be smooth, or I’ll have to paddle you again.”
My mouth hung open, and my breath went in and out in little pants. On one level I couldn’t even believe Mr. Alden had said the words I had heard so very clearly. On another level, to my even greater distress, I remembered that I had thought the same shameful thing when I had looked at the selfies I had taken, in this naughty red lingerie, for my undeserving boyfriend.
At least he would never have said… that… about being smooth, down there. About waxing. Let alone ordered me to bare myself.
My brow creased hard. The hot, dark place that the compliance wand had seemingly discovered deep inside me refused to look at it that way. Instead, it showed me, in my imagination, the selfie I’d taken where I could see the golden curls escaping from the sides of the thong’s narrow front panel. I remembered despite myself how I had wondered whether I might ever have the courage to shave myself there—let alone to ask someone else, a complete stranger, put hot wax down there and then pull out the hair.
If Jake had been the kind of guy who gave commands, the voice from the hot, dark place whispered, I would have bared myself for him.
I shuddered violently, all over. I swallowed hard.
“Say, yes, sir, when I give you an order,” my new boss said, his eyes narrowing a little as if to make sure he caught every detail of my humiliation.
“Oh, God,” I said hoarsely, wondering immediately how those words had managed to escape, and then instantly grasping the answer—because I knew, deep down, that it would please Mr. Alden to hear me appeal to a higher power in vain. I could sense how much he was enjoying degrading me; I knew somehow with absolute certainty that it made his unseen cock hard to treat me like a plaything and hear my helpless acknowledgment of the effect it had on me.