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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Part of me hoped I would, fantasized that when I woke up I would be in my bed in my tiny apartment. Another part of me, awoken against my will by Mr. Alden’s mystifying words about the suddenly terrifying silver thing he had touched to my skin, had a different idea. It didn’t want to lose consciousness at all. I squeezed my eyes shut and swallowed hard, trying desperately to push back, press down, that new voice in my head.

Was it really new, though? I chewed on my lower lip as I felt Mr. Alden’s right hand start to raise the hem of my skirt for the second time.

Yes, of course it’s new. He’s lying. That… that compliance wand thing… it makes a person do whatever he wants, obviously. It doesn’t have anything to do with what I want.

I felt his fingertips, grasping the woolen fabric, brush against the backs of my upper thighs. A deep shudder traveled through my whole body. The hem rose higher. The air moved against my naked bottom cheeks.

A sob of abject humiliation wrenched itself from my chest as I felt myself clench inside my panties, my back arching and my backside pushing out.

As if I want it. As if I’ve always wanted it. Oh, no… no….

“Please…” I whispered.

“You may not speak until I’ve finished punishing you, Ingrid,” Mr. Alden said, “except when I ask you a question. I think you’ll find that helpful, actually.”

I tried so hard to say but. My lips actually pursed themselves into the B shape. Air gathered in my mouth, ready to speak the word—the single word of protest, let alone any of the objections that I fully intended to follow it with.

No word came out of my mouth. When I understood that his command somehow had the force not just of law, as in, like, something being legal or illegal, but the force of natural law—like gravity—the dizzy, lightheaded feeling swept through me again.

I felt him rolling the skirt, tucking it up. My heart pounded in my chest and my forehead creased so hard it almost felt painful. My mouth kept trying to say but or maybe please. I could make a kind of whimpering hum in my throat, but I couldn’t utter an actual syllable.

His left hand pressed down on my back. I could feel the strength in his fingers through the thin fabric of my blouse, but I could also sense that he didn’t mean to press hard at all. He didn’t have to. The sensation of complete restraint only seemed more overwhelming with his almost soothing palm there, as if Mr. Alden intended to convey to me that way how powerful his authority over me would be even without physical force. To my horror, the mere touch of his hand brought another humiliating clench between my legs, inside my all-too-visible lacy red panties as I understood that he must have shifted the paddle from his left hand to his right.

Then he touched me with the wood, the end of the flat blade poking lightly between my thighs.

“Spread these, sweetheart,” his voice said from behind me. “A little more than shoulder width.”

The mortifying hum of stifled protest came from my throat again. My knees trembled as the independent part of me tried for a moment to resist, and then I felt my feet shuffle apart as if they belonged to someone else. A whimper through my nose got past the wand’s hold on me, and I understood with a hot blush that the noise didn’t represent protest or defiance, but rather some dark, shameful part of me accepting that I must show the gusset of my naughty underwear to the man who had undertaken to discipline me.

A moment went by. Mr. Alden’s hand on my back moved a little, rubbing gently. I had to bite my lip to keep a moan from pulling itself out of my chest.

“Are you wet, Ingrid Vogel?” he asked abruptly, his voice sharp and commanding.

I bit my lip so hard I tasted blood, but only for an instant because the answer ripped its way out of me in a sob.

“Yes! Oh… oh, G—” The wand’s power over me cut me off. I couldn’t speak unless my words would answer a question from Mr. Alden.

“You will call me sir from now on, Ingrid. Do you understand?”

“Oh… oh…” I tried to say God, but I couldn’t. It didn’t answer. “Yes, sir,” I gasped.

Then I felt his right hand thrust between my legs, with the paddle still in its grasp so that the flat wood came up against my backside, just where my bottom-cheeks met the tops of my thighs. I felt his fingers work their way inside the narrow fabric strip of the thong. I felt myself gush onto their probing strength. My hips jerked, my rear end pushing out as if I welcomed the awful man’s rough exploration.


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