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)
As I scrubbed the tile, I remembered how I had thought not of the rigid penis in my mouth, but of another I had sucked—of Dylan’s long, thick manhood. Worst of all, I remembered how the thought had made it so difficult not to put my hand in my training panties and play with my pussy. I had imagined it was Dylan’s gentle hands caressing me, his lips trailing kisses down my neck.
In my mind, it had been Dylan’s cock filling my mouth, Dylan’s low groans of pleasure echoing in my ears. When Ethan had held himself in with a growl, and his penis had spasmed in my mouth and I had been made to swallow his hot seed… Dylan had done all those things, in my imagination.
Even then, there in the bathroom, I couldn’t help it: I squeezed my thighs together, feeling the telltale warmth building between my legs. I tried to focus on the mop and the bucket, to banish the lustful thoughts. But my traitorous body continued to react, my nipples hardening against the clinging fabric of the training bra. I yearned to touch myself, to find some relief from the aching need. But the thought of the strap forbade it.
Just then, Devin’s deep voice cut through my reverie, calling me into his office. My heart began to race as I went to stand on the rug with my hands on my head, wondering what my elder had in store for me today.
My heart pounded as I waited in the embarrassing posture, with Devin’s blue eyes studying me intently, making me feel exposed despite being fully clothed. The late afternoon sun slanted through the window, reflecting off the polished wood of his desk.
“Andrea,” Devin began, his deep voice resonating in the quiet office, “I’ve been reviewing the data from your date with Ethan last night.”
My cheeks flushed hot at his words. I had almost forgotten about the sensors in my training underwear, constantly monitoring my body’s reactions. The thought of Devin analyzing that intimate data made me squirm with embarrassment.
“It seems,” he continued, leaning back in his leather chair, “that Ethan may not be the most appropriate suitor for you.”
I blinked in surprise, unsure how to respond. Part of me felt relieved—I hadn’t particularly enjoyed Ethan’s company. But another part worried what this might mean for my future here.
Devin’s lips quirked into a small smile. “Now, don’t look so concerned. You’re not in any trouble. In fact, I’m quite pleased with how you conducted yourself.”
He stood, moving around the desk to stand before me. I had to tilt my head back to meet his gaze, acutely aware of our height difference and the power he held over me.
“You see, Andrea,” Devin said, his voice taking on a tone of approval that sent an unexpected thrill through me, “the data shows that while you weren’t particularly aroused by Ethan’s presence or conversation, your body responded quite eagerly when he took you upstairs.”
My face burned even hotter, and I dropped my gaze to the floor. I could feel the heat of my blush spreading down my neck and across my chest.
Devin chuckled softly. “There’s no need to be ashamed, my dear. In fact, I’m quite proud of you for submitting so beautifully despite your lack of attraction.”
His words sent a seething mess of humiliation and pride coursing through me. I shouldn’t feel good about this, I told myself. And yet… a small part of me basked in Devin’s approval.
“Your training underwear recorded every reaction,” Devin continued, his voice low and intimate. “The way your pulse quickened when Ethan kissed you. How your nipples hardened when he played with your breasts.”
I whimpered softly, mortified by the detailed information Devin had access to. Yet I couldn’t deny the warmth building between my thighs even now as he spoke.
“And of course,” he added, a hint of amusement in his tone, “the sensors picked up on how wet you became while pleasuring Ethan with your mouth.”
I squeezed my eyes shut, wishing the floor would open up and swallow me whole. But Devin continued.
Devin’s hand came to rest on my shoulder, his touch both comforting and unsettling. “Ethan’s report on the date was quite positive,” he said, his voice taking on a more businesslike tone. “He noted that you’re a beautiful young woman, Andrea. He’s particularly impressed with your breasts, as you might expect.”
I felt my face flame even hotter at his words. The memory of Ethan’s rough hands on my chest made me squirm, a familiar but always confusing interlacing of shame and arousal coursing through me.
“He also mentioned,” Devin continued, his blue eyes fixed intently on my face, “that you’re learning quickly to give good head. His exact words were, ‘That little slut’s got a natural talent for sucking cock.’”
A small, strangled sound escaped my lips at hearing those crude words from Devin’s mouth. I wanted to sink through the floor, utterly mortified. Yet I couldn’t deny the way my pussy clenched at the praise, however crudely delivered.