His Naughty Secretary – Corporate Correction Read Online Emily Tilton

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Erotic Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 58185 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 291(@200wpm)___ 233(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
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Joseph stepped back again and began to undress, his eyes never leaving mine, and yet each of his movements deliberate and measured. I stood there, feeling the heat rise within me, my mouth dry with anticipation. The sound of his shoes hitting the floor, soft as it was in the luxurious carpet, seemed to echo in the opulent silence of his bedroom. He pulled off his tie, the fabric slipping through his fingers with a whisper, before shrugging off his suit coat and letting it fall in a heap beside him.

His fingers on the buttons of his crisp white Oxford shirt exposed his powerful chest, a sculpted testament to his disciplined lifestyle, thatched in blond curls that showed only a hint of silver. My breath got labored as I felt my body respond, the familiar warmth growing down between my thighs.

Let’s go home. That’s what he had said in his office, after the gang bang, when he had put his suit coat over me to keep away the shivers that had threatened to claim my limbs. He had made his voice a sort of tender growl that had sent a thrill through my whole nervous system.

Home. He’d never referred to his apartment that way before, at least in a way that included me. The memory made me glow with an unexpected sense of belonging, a burgeoning love that felt almost too fragile to name—as strange as it had seemed after everything that had just taken place in his office.

He stepped closer again, urgently, as if he couldn’t keep himself from interrupting the process of undressing to lay hands on me. He reached for my face with a tenderness that contrasted sharply with the hard lines of his expression. His thumb brushed over my cheek, and then his lips were on mine, demanding yet impossibly tender. I poured myself into him, lost in the sensation, every nerve ending alight with desire and need.

As his tongue explored my mouth, tasting, claiming, the feeling of… of difference grew: it felt as if in the past our encounters had been about dominance, control, and submission, as much as I had wondered whether my master might be developing feelings for me.

Something more had begun, though; an intimacy that made my heart ache and glow at once. The soreness from the paddle and the rough fucking of his minions faded into the background, replaced by the overwhelming presence of Joseph, my master.

His hands tightened on my face for a moment, as if he couldn’t bear to break the connection, before he finally pulled back. His eyes searched mine, a mix of possessiveness and something softer, something that made my tummy flip.

Joseph stepped back again. His hands went to the waistband of his trousers, urgency clear in every motion. His fingers moved over his belt buckle, unfastening it with practiced ease. The metallic clink of it sounded very familiar to me now, but I had always heard the noise from behind me, while I buried my face in the comforter at his command.

My eyes locked onto his hands, watching as they worked, my heart racing at the thought of what came next. The zipper slid down, and he pushed the fabric away from his hips. His enormous, rigid penis sprang free, demanding my full attention. It stood proud and commanding, just like its owner.

I fixed my gaze solely on his cock, knowing that a good fuck toy saw in her master’s manhood the center of her world. I felt a flush rise to my cheeks and wetness seeping from my bare pussy despite the soreness that lingered there.

The sight of his powerful erection captivated me, banishing all other thoughts. I wanted it inside me, claiming me anew, marking me as his. Even after Kevin, Louis, and Martin had used me, leaving me tender and sore, the desire for Joseph’s cock outweighed the fear of discomfort when he fucked me. My need transcended my physicality; it was a hunger for submission, for belonging.

“On your knees,” Joseph ordered. My body responded instinctively, dropping to the floor, a sob escaping my lips. I knelt before him, staring up at the imposing figure of my master, my gaze fixed on his massive, rock-hard cock.

“Take me in your mouth,” he growled, guiding his hardness to my lips. I opened willingly, feeling the familiar ache in my jaw as he thrust deep. The sheer size of him filled my mouth, my throat, asserting his dominance in a way that felt both humbling and exhilarating.

His hand rested on the back of my head, holding me in place, ensuring I took every inch. Tears pricked at my eyes from the effort, but I welcomed the sensation. This represented his way of possessing me, I knew, of reclaiming me and teaching me about his control over me.


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