Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 60105 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60105 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
At last, Devin’s deep voice broke the tense silence. “Andrea, turn around and come over to me.”
With my heart pounding so hard I could feel it in my throat, I slowly turned to face the room. My eyes widened as I took in the scene before me.
Devin sat in a high-backed wooden chair in the center of the room, his muscular frame exuding an aura of authority. His blue eyes were fixed on me, his expression stern but not unkind. His large, callused hands rested on the arms of the chair, a subtle reminder of the punishment to come.
The associates were seated on the big couches that flanked Devin’s chair. Greta occupied an armchair off to the side, her posture prim and proper as she watched me with a mixture of disapproval and something that looked almost like anticipation.
But it was the sight of Lila and Lydia that made my breath catch in my throat. They were kneeling at their suitors’ feet, their expressions a blend of submission and arousal. For a moment, I couldn’t comprehend what I was seeing. Then, with a jolt of shock, I realized that Bill’s and Hank’s cocks were exposed and erect, jutting from their flies like upright sentinels. Lila and Lydia were nuzzling the rigid penises, their cheeks flushed and eyes half-lidded with desire.
I felt my face flame with embarrassment and unwelcome arousal. My gaze darted around the room, not knowing where to look. Travis and Ethan were watching Lila and Lydia with undisguised lust, while Dylan’s eyes were fixed on me, his expression unreadable.
Devin’s voice cut through my stunned paralysis. “Andrea, stop gawking and come here,” he ordered firmly. “You’ll be on your knees too, after your spanking.”
CHAPTER 9
Andrea
My legs felt like jelly as I shuffled toward Devin, acutely aware of my raised dress and lowered panties. The air on my bare skin made me shiver, goosebumps rising along my thighs and bottom.
As I reached him, he grasped my wrist and pulled me forward, guiding me to stand between his spread knees. His touch sent a jolt of electricity through me, a whirling mixture of fear and arousal swelling below my tummy.
Gazing up at me sternly, he spoke in a matter-of-fact tone.
“Andrea, honey, before we begin your punishment, I need to check something.”
My breath caught as his large hand moved between my trembling thighs. I gasped as I felt his fingers probe my pussy. To my utter mortification, I could tell from the movement of his fingertips that I was slick with arousal.
Devin tsked softly. “Just as I thought. You’re soaking wet, you naughty girl.” His blue eyes bored into mine. “Selecta sent you here for a reason, Andrea. You’re just like Lila and Lydia—a submissive little thing who needs a firm hand.”
“No,” I protested weakly. “That’s not true. I’m not…”
But even as I denied it, I felt a surge of heat between my legs. Devin’s fingers continued their intimate exploration, sending jolts of unwanted pleasure through me.
“Your body says otherwise,” Devin said firmly. “Don’t worry, I’ll spank that arousal right out of you. But we both know it will be back. Because deep down, this is what you need.”
I felt faint, the room spinning around me. This couldn’t be happening. With a burst of desperate energy, I tried to pull away from Devin’s grasp. But his grip on my wrist was like iron.
“None of that now,” he scolded. “You’re not going anywhere.”
Panicked, I looked to Greta, silently pleading for help. But her expression held only stern approval as she watched her husband prepare to punish me.
Devin’s fingers probed deeper, exploring my most intimate areas. I squirmed, torn between revulsion and an unwelcome thrill at his touch.
“My, my,” Devin murmured. “This is a tight little puss, Andrea. The man who takes your virginity is gonna have a real good time.”
His crude words sent a jolt through me. With a burst of panicked energy, I tried once more to wrench away. But Devin was ready. His strong hands gripped my waist, effortlessly maneuvering me to the side and pulling me down across his lap.
I found myself draped over his muscular thighs, my bottom raised and furnished for my punishment. My heart raced, blood rushing in my ears. This was really happening.
Without warning, Devin’s palm cracked down hard on my bare bottom. I cried out at the sharp sting. Before I could catch my breath, five more rapid swats followed in quick succession. The pain bloomed across my backside, radiating outward in waves of heat.
I barely had time to process the spanking before I felt Devin’s hand between my thighs again. His fingers found my pussy, still embarrassingly wet. He began to work me skillfully, stroking and teasing.
To my horror, I felt pleasure building, warring with the lingering sting of the spanking. A strangled cry escaped my lips—pain, arousal, and shame all mingled together in one confused sound.