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)
I watched intently, my dominant blood warming to what felt like fever heat, as Greta announced that Andrea would do her chores in the nude. I glanced over at the combine’s display, to see that it had finished its update, and I wondered if I could find a reason why I had to tell Devin in person, at the house, about the system’s new capabilities.
I had a full day of work, though, before I could go over there. I had no intention of shirking, especially because I knew the way my mind worked. The longer my brain had to process this new development with Andrea, turning it over in the back of my head as I devoted the bulk of my attention to seeds and shoots and hydration, the more prepared I would be to court her the way I knew she should be courted.
Today, that meant accepting Devin’s offer; I would definitely be the one to put the family strap to Andrea’s gorgeous bare bottom this evening. I had another decision to make, though—about what else might happen tonight. About a request I had been thinking of making even before I had received Devin’s message.
For now, I replied simply, Sure, boss. Happy to.
Andrea
All that terrible day I could think of only two things: my nakedness and Dylan. Plus, of course, what Dylan would think if he should learn about my nakedness, and the reason for it, and what I had in store that evening.
I tried to focus on my chores, but the constant awareness of my naked body made it nearly impossible. As I dusted the living room, I could feel my breasts swaying with each movement, my nipples hardening at the slightest touch of a draft. The brush of the feather duster against my skin sent shivers down my spine, reminding me involuntarily of Dylan’s gentler touches the night before—and leading my memory back to the rougher ones, so that I had to swallow hard and bite the inside of my cheek to keep my mind on task.
Lila and Lydia shot me sympathetic glances as they went about their own tasks. “Don’t worry,” Lila whispered when Greta wasn’t looking. “It’ll be over soon.”
But Greta seemed determined to make my humiliation last as long as possible. She hovered nearby, her sharp eyes taking in every inch of my naked body. “Andrea,” she called out, her voice dripping with disapproval, “you missed a spot on the coffee table. Bend over and get it properly.”
My face burned as I complied, knowing full well how the position displayed my bare bottom and pussy to anyone who cared to look. I could practically feel Greta’s eyes boring into me.
“My goodness,” Greta remarked loudly. “I had no idea how much dust this table could collect when the maid doesn’t clean it properly. You’ll need to be more thorough in the future, Andrea.”
I chewed my lip hard to keep from crying as I finished dusting the table. When I straightened up, I caught sight of my reflection in the living room mirror. My cheeks were flushed bright red, a stark contrast to the paleness of the rest of my body. I looked away quickly, unable to bear the sight of my own shame.
As I moved to the kitchen to start on the dishes, Devin entered the room. His eyes raked over my nude form appreciatively. “Well, well,” he said with a smirk. “I see our little troublemaker is learning her lesson.”
I ducked my head, focusing intently on scrubbing a pot as if it were the most fascinating thing in the world. But Devin wasn’t done. He came to stand right behind me, close enough that I could feel the heat radiating from his body.
“You know, Andrea,” he said conversationally. “I’ve always thought doing dishes naked was an excellent idea. Saves on laundry, don’t you think?”
I mumbled something noncommittal, wishing I could sink into the floor and disappear. Devin chuckled, his breath hot on my neck. “Of course, it does present certain… risks. One wrong move and you could end up with soap suds in all sorts of interesting places.”
As if to demonstrate, he reached around me to grab a sponge, his arm brushing against my bare breast. I gasped involuntarily, my body betraying me once again as my nipple hardened at the contact.
“Oh, my,” Devin said, his voice low and amused. “Seems like someone’s enjoying her punishment. That’s alright, though: the strap will make you think better of it.”
My whole body went hot, there in the kitchen, as I remembered Dylan’s touch. How I had enjoyed being made to pleasure him with my mouth—despite that persistent part of me still thinking it was wrong to get aroused by such rough treatment. How I had clenched, down there, at the way he had gripped my hair, guiding my movements as I took him between my lips.