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)
“Good girl,” he murmured, his voice a mixture of satisfaction and command. He held himself in for a moment, as if to make sure I understood who I belonged to, before slowly withdrawing. A trail of my saliva connected us briefly, an obscurely embarrassing, but also very real, reminder of our bond.
Then Joseph’s hands moved with a speed that left me breathless. One moment I was kneeling before him, the taste of his dominance still lingering on my tongue. The next he had scooped me up from the floor as if I weighed nothing at all. It was like flying; the world blurred around me, distant and surreal. His strength enveloped me, making me feel both fragile and fiercely protected.
He carried me the few steps to the bed, pulling back the covers with a single, fluid motion even as he held me aloft with one arm. With a tenderness that was almost jarring in its contrast to his earlier roughness, he laid me down, positioning me to face away from him.
I felt the mattress dip as he climbed in behind me, his body heat radiating against my back. The sensation of his skin against mine intoxicated my senses, a potent mix of warmth and possessiveness. His enormous erection pressed insistently against my bottom, a constant reminder of his power and his hunger.
I lay there, feeling completely engulfed by him—his strength, his care, his undeniable presence. Every muscle in my body seemed to melt into his, merging our beings in a way that transcended our bodies. His arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer, anchoring me to him.
“I’m so proud of you, Ingrid,” he murmured into my ear, his breath hot against my skin.
His words sent a shiver down my spine, igniting a confusing whirlpool of emotions. The soreness from the paddle and the gang bang lingered, a dull ache that mingled with the warmth blossoming between my thighs. My mind held a haze of conflicting desires—how deeply I needed him, how much I craved his reclamation of me, yet how tender I still felt down there.
“Your work at Selecta, your submission to me… You’ve done well, Ingrid. Better than I could have asked for.”
His praise soothed like a balm rubbed gently over the raw edges of my self-doubt. Despite my mistake at the big meeting, he had seen it as an opportunity for growth, for both of us, I understood suddenly. His belief in me, his acknowledgment of my efforts, filled me with a glowing pride that eclipsed the pain.
“Thank you, sir,” I whispered, my voice trembling with emotion.
“Shh,” he hushed gently, his lips brushing against my ear. “Just let me hold you for a while.”
I obeyed, sinking deeper into his embrace. For a moment, time seemed to stand still. I supposed it came from my detached, dreamy state, but I truly felt our souls entwine, lose themselves in a galaxy where nothing mattered but the connection we shared, as dark and twisted as it might seem to anyone else. His hand traced soothing circles on my belly, each touch a wordless promise of his protection and care.
Even as I reveled in the comfort of his arms, though, my need grew. His rigid cock throbbed against my bottom, a relentless reminder of what was to come. Mixed thoughts and feelings swirled within me, the longing for his possession battling with my fear of lingering pain from the night’s earlier events.
“You’re so strong, Ingrid,” Joseph continued, his voice barely above a whisper. “I’ve been looking for you for a long time.”
His quiet words seemed to hang in the air. I felt a new wave of longing wash over me—to belong to him completely, whatever he demanded of me. The line between pleasure and pain blurred, making it impossible to distinguish one from the other. All that remained was the overwhelming need to be his, fully and utterly.
“Please,” I found myself whispering, knowing suddenly that I would have to ask for it.
I gasped as he instantly began to move the head of his cock over my pussy lips, teasing me with agonizing slowness. Up and down, the slick heat of him grazing my entrance, making me whimper with need. Each stroke felt like a spark igniting a flame, building an inferno of desire that threatened to consume me whole.
“Please,” I choked out, my voice barely more than a sob. “Please, sir. Please fuck me.”
“Happily,” he murmured, positioning himself at the place where I so desperately longed for him. The moment hung suspended, a heartbeat stretched into eternity, before he thrust in hard, filling me completely.
I cried out, my voice breaking as my body adjusted to the sudden invasion. The overwhelming mixture of sensation—pleasure, pain, relief, and submission—coalesced into a single point of intensity deep within me.
“Such a tight cunt,” Joseph growled, his words vibrating through me. “You were made for this, weren’t you? Made to take my cock.”