Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 61422 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 307(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61422 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 307(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
The effect was immediate. Mandy’s back arched and she let out a keening wail as her second orgasm crashed over her. Her whole body shook with the force of it, and I had to tighten my grip to keep her from collapsing.
“Two,” I said smugly, not slowing my pace. “One more to go, Mandy. Can you do it? Can you come for me one more time?”
“I… I don’t know if I can,” Mandy sobbed, her voice trembling.
“Oh, you can,” I assured her, my tone strict. “And you will.”
I changed my angle slightly and at the same time, I brought my hand down hard on her already tender bottom.
The combination of pleasure and pain sent Mandy over the edge once more. She came with a scream, her body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. I fucked her through it, not letting up until I felt her go limp beneath me.
Satisfied that I’d achieved my goal, I slowly pulled out of her, admiring the way her pussy gaped slightly, glistening with her arousal. Mandy slumped against the chair, panting heavily.
“Turn around,” I commanded, my own need throbbing between my legs. “I want you to watch me now.”
On shaky legs, Mandy managed to turn and sit in the chair, her eyes wide and glassy with post-orgasmic bliss. I stood before her, the strap-on jutting out obscenely from between my thighs.
With deliberate slowness, I unfastened the harness and stepped out of it. Then, maintaining eye contact with Mandy, I brought the vibrator to my own aching pussy.
The first touch of the still-slick dildo against my folds made me gasp. I was so worked up from fucking Mandy that I knew it wouldn’t take long. I spread my legs wider, giving her an unobstructed view: my purple panties now soaking with my own need, the gusset pulled aside so I could thrust the dildo into my aching vagina.
I came instantly: something about the sight of Mandy’s wide eyes, her open, panting lips drove me over the edge and into space, as much as the buzz of the dildo inside me. I felt like a porn model, an ancient priestess. I cried out as the pleasure swept through me, my knees so wobbly that I nearly fell down.
“Thank you, miss,” Mandy said. “I’ll… I’m… I’m so glad you’re here. I’m going to be such a good girl for you, from now on.”
I took deep breaths through my nose as my heart rate began to return to normal.
“I’ll do my best to make sure of it, Mandy,” I told her, thrilled in more ways than I could count at the steadiness of my voice. “I’ll bring you back here as often as I need to.”
CHAPTER 18
Melissa
Mandy was as good as her word, at least for the next few days. She gave me a spot on Stuart’s Tuesday morning calendar, and sent the invitation to me with the note, Sorry it took so long, Melissa! Somehow, when I read it I felt as if rather than Melissa, Mandy really meant miss, and the idea sent a little jolt of need through my lower body.
The sensation was a bit unwelcome at that busy moment, right after I had sat down at my monitor Monday morning ready to start the week. I tried to lean into it, though. I remembered the discipline session in Room 5003, with all its power dynamics and all its heat, and I tried to take a sense of my growing authority from it, while at the same time practicing a skill I had begun to find essential here at Selecta: experiencing arousal without giving in to it.
I made it through that day, somehow, trying not to obsess about the minute details of the proposal. I even managed to get a good night’s sleep, willing myself into unconsciousness with the help of an audiobook of Origin of Species.
The next morning, I sat across from Stuart in the sitting area of his vast office, my heart racing with a mixture of anticipation and anxiety as I presented my ideas for the Your Secret Garden campaign at last. I had spent countless hours refining the concept, drawing inspiration from classic literature and modern technology to create something I hoped and believed might be truly unique.
“So you see,” I explained, gesturing to the figures on the screen of the laptop that sat on the coffee table, “it’s a segment that Assessment knows is there. They just haven’t ever targeted these women.”
Stuart nodded, his face thoughtful. Looking into his gorgeous, intelligent eyes, I struggled for a moment with the recollection that this man had spanked me, paddled me, fucked me, come down my throat… and here I was presenting to him in a completely businesslike way, seeking his approval for my work as if that strange, dark intimacy had never existed. Just another day at Selecta, it seemed like.