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)
Devin raised an eyebrow, curiosity evident on his face. “Of course, Dylan. What is it?”
Dylan stood, his tall frame commanding attention. He looked directly at me as he spoke, and my heart began to race.
“I’d like to formally request to be Andrea’s accepted suitor,” Dylan said, his voice clear and confident.
A hush fell over the room. I felt as if time had stopped, my heart pounding so loudly I was sure everyone could hear it. Dylan’s eyes never left mine as he continued speaking.
“I know it’s sudden, but I feel a deep connection with Andrea,” Dylan said, his voice warm with affection. “I believe I can guide her properly in the ways of submission and help her become the best version of herself.”
Devin nodded thoughtfully, a small smile playing at his lips. “Go on,” he encouraged.
Dylan took a deep breath before continuing. “As her accepted suitor, I’d like to make sure I can teach a proper lesson in submission tonight. I want to show Andrea everything our relationship will be for her—the discipline she so clearly needs and the comfort and care she deserves afterward.”
His words sent a shiver down my spine. I couldn’t tear my gaze away from his face, drinking in every detail—the determined set of his jaw, the intensity in his hazel eyes, the slight flush on his cheeks.
“I want to be the one to comfort her after her punishment,” Dylan went on, his voice growing softer. “To hold her and soothe her the way a husband would. To show her that even when she’s made mistakes, she’s still cherished and valued.”
The tears almost fell at that; I had to blink rapidly to keep them in place. The tenderness in Dylan’s voice, combined with the stern authority he had shown earlier, stirred something deep within me.
Devin considered Dylan’s words for a moment, his eyes moving between us. Finally, he nodded, a slow smile spreading across his face. “I think that’s for the best,” he said. “Andrea needs a firm hand to guide her, and I believe you’re just the man for the job, Dylan.”
Relief and anticipation washed over me in equal measure. I watched as Devin turned to address me directly, his expression serious once more.
“Andrea,” he said, his voice carrying clearly through the hushed dining room, “this means that Dylan will deflower you tonight after your whipping, right here in front of the household.”
CHAPTER 22
Andrea
I gasped softly at Devin’s latest revelation of the shameful ways of his little community. My eyes had gone very wide. Devin continued, seemingly oblivious to my shock. “It’s customary for girls with accepted suitors to be taken publicly after they’re punished. It reinforces the lesson and cements the bond between suitor and subservient girl.”
The room spun around me as I processed what this meant. Not only… not only whipped in front of everyone, but… afterward… afterward…
Dylan will claim me. With his huge, hard cock. Taking my virginity while the entire household watched. I shuddered, my hands balling into fists.
“Do you understand, Andrea?” Devin asked, his tone severe.
I swallowed hard, forcing myself to meet his gaze. “Yes, sir.”
Devin nodded. “Alright. Go stand in the living room.”
With my hands clasped atop my head, I waited as the rest of the household finished dinner. I shifted my weight from foot to foot, trying to find a comfortable position as I listened to the muffled sounds of conversation and clinking silverware that drifted from the dining room to my ears.
My mind raced, replaying everything I had heard about what was to come. The impending whipping loomed large in my thoughts. To my dismay, my bottom clenched involuntarily at the memory of the spankings I had gotten already, and the dreadful anticipation of the strap’s unknown sting. The knowledge that afterward Dylan would claim my virginity in front of everyone overwhelmed my mind even more thoroughly.
My cheeks burned as I imagined the scene. Would Dylan put me over his knee, as Devin had done for my hand-spanking? Would they make me bend over something? The back of the couch, the way Devin had bent Greta over for fucking the night he had punished me?
Would I have to present myself to Dylan that way, like some kind of animal? Or would Dylan make me lie back on the coffee table, legs spread wide for all to see? The thought made me squirm, my brow furrowing with mingled mortification and helpless, shameful arousal.
I strained my ears, trying to make out individual voices from the dining room. Dylan’s deep tones cut through the general chatter, and I found myself hanging on his every word.
“…just announced a new subsidy program,” Dylan was saying, his voice animated with excitement. “It’s aimed at helping associates diversify their agribusiness holdings. The potential for growth is incredible.”
My heart skipped a beat at the passion in Dylan’s voice. Even discussing business, he exuded a quiet confidence that made me weak in the knees.