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)
“Turn around slowly,” Devin commanded softly. “Let me see all of you.”
Biting my lip to hold back a whimper, I complied, rotating in a slow circle. I could feel Devin’s eyes on me like a physical touch, taking in every curve and plane of my body. When I completed the turn, facing him once more, I saw a spark of hunger in his blue eyes.
I remembered that expression from the night before, and it made me swallow again as I saw him, in my imagination, fucking his wife’s bottom as she lay prostrate over the back of the couch. I shivered at the memory and at my elder’s frank gaze.
“Come here, girl,” Devin said, his voice low and commanding. “I need to take a closer look at you.”
My legs felt like lead as I moved toward him, each step bringing me nearer to his scrutinizing gaze. When I reached his chair, Devin leaned forward, his face mere inches from my newly shaved pussy. I could feel the warmth of his breath on my sensitive skin, causing me to shiver involuntarily.
“Spread your legs a bit wider,” he instructed. I complied, feeling utterly naked as Devin’s eyes roamed over me.
His large hand reached out, fingers gently parting my labia. I gasped at the contact, my body tensing. “Relax, Andrea,” Devin murmured. “I’m just checking your handiwork.”
His thumb brushed lightly over my clit, sending a jolt of electricity through my body. I bit my lip to stifle a moan, my cheeks burning anew.
“Turn around now,” Devin said, his voice husky. “Bend over and spread your cheeks for me.”
Trembling, I did as he asked, reaching back to part my bottom. The feeling, already too familiar, of air moving over my most private place made me acutely aware once again of the power my elder had over my body.
I heard Devin’s steady breath, felt it move mortifyingly over the sensitive flesh he had made me display. “Very nice,” he murmured, his finger tracing the cleft of my bottom. “You did a fine job. You’re nice and smooth just the way a girl should be.”
As Devin’s finger ghosted over my puckered opening, I couldn’t suppress a whimper. To my horror, I felt a rush of wetness between my thighs, my body responding to his touch despite my embarrassment.
“My, my,” Devin said, a note of amusement in his voice. “Getting a bit excited, are we?”
I straightened up, turning to face him with my eyes downcast. “I’m sorry, sir,” I whispered, mortified.
“No need to apologize, Andrea,” Devin said, his tone softening. “It’s perfectly natural. In fact, I’m pleased to see you’re so responsive. It shows you’re learning to submit.”
His words sent another wave of confused need through me. I shifted uncomfortably, acutely aware of the slickness between my thighs.
“However,” Devin continued, his voice taking on a warning edge, “remember that you are not to touch yourself without permission. Your pleasure belongs to us now, Andrea. Do you understand?”
I nodded mutely, even as I felt an overwhelming urge to press my thighs together, to seek some relief from the aching need building within me.
“Use your words, girl,” Devin admonished.
“Yes, sir,” I managed to choke out. “I understand.”
CHAPTER 14
Dylan
I didn’t make it over to dinner at Devin’s at all, the week after Andrea’s spanking. Things at the robofarm had gotten crazy busy with all the adjustments the new equipment required. I didn’t really have time to think about my boss’ new housemaid.
Getting the configuration exactly right on the combine would improve yields by ten percent or even more over the default setup. In turn, thanks to Devin’s profit-sharing plan, that could well set me up for a good long while—and potentially give me a line on buying my own farm, where I could program my own agricultural devices to my heart’s content.
I definitely thought of Andrea from time to time, mainly when I power-cycled the combine and had to let it boot up for a few minutes before I could run the next test. I couldn’t deny that I often wondered what it would be like to start my own household with her. The way she had lit up, to my pleased surprise, when I had told her about the robofarm, stuck with me as a warmth in my chest every time I thought about her.
I tried not to open the New Modesty app on my phone too often, even at those brief down times when I didn’t have any real work to do. The distraction of Andrea’s story, as composed by the app’s AI agent, just seemed likely to make me less productive—while only making me think about pleasures I couldn’t have, at least at the moment.
Trying not to open the app and actually not opening it were very different things, though. When I finally got home to my little house a mile down the road from Devin’s big one, I couldn’t keep myself from grabbing my phone after I’d collapsed into my bed.