Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 60059 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60059 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
“You may stand now,” he said when he’d finished.
I pushed myself up on shaking arms, my whole body protesting the movement. Everything ached—my jaw from crying, my bottom from the spanking, my pussy from being fucked so thoroughly. I reached up with trembling fingers to remove the panties from my face, but his hand caught my wrist.
“No,” he said. “I’ll do that.”
His hands were gentle again as he lifted the soaked white lace from my head, peeling it away from my tearstained face. The cool air of his office hit my flushed skin, and I blinked in the sudden brightness, my vision blurry from crying. Scott held the ruined panties up, examining them with that same clinical interest he’d shown before.
“These are mine now,” he said simply, folding them and placing them in his jacket pocket. “You’ll go without for the rest of the day.”
The thought of walking around Selecta headquarters with nothing beneath my dress, my thighs still sticky with evidence of what we’d just done, made my face burn anew. But I just nodded, unable to form words.
“Sit,” he commanded, gesturing to the chair I’d just been bent over.
I lowered myself gingerly onto the leather seat, wincing as my punished bottom made contact. The surface was still warm from where my elbows had pressed into it, and I could feel the slight dampness where my tears had fallen. Sitting like this, in the exact spot where he’d just used me so thoroughly, felt like another layer of humiliation.
Scott returned to his desk, pulling up something on his computer with the same casual efficiency he might use for any business matter. As if he hadn’t just spanked and fucked his intern into sobbing submission.
“You’ve passed the test,” he said, his tone shifting back to that maddeningly professional register. “Your responses, both physical and analytical, show you’re ready for more advanced assignments.”
I shifted on the chair, trying to find a position that didn’t make my bottom throb. “Thank you, sir.”
“Your next project involves our newest series—Leah’s Firm Suitor.” He turned his monitor toward me, showing a title card with elegant script over an image of a young woman in a modest dress standing beside a burly police officer about five years older than Leah seemed to be.
“We’ve just started filming their story, and both Leah and Brian—he’s the policeman, obviously—are showing enough promise that we want them to make a splash.”
He clicked through to a folder containing the video files. “I need you to watch the first three episodes and provide recommendations for the trailers we’re going to put on the NMB preview channel. What moments would best capture viewer interest? What scenes would make subscribers eager to watch the full episodes?”
I nodded, already imagining the kind of content that might be in those videos. “When do you need the report?”
“Tuesday.” He paused, his eyes holding mine with an intensity that made my pulse quicken. “But there’s a condition for this assignment.”
Of course there was. “What condition?”
“You’re not allowed to touch yourself while watching.” His words were delivered calmly, but I felt the blood drain from my face. Not touch myself? After what he’d made me do while watching Debbie’s story? The very thought of that restriction made my already sensitive body clench with anticipation.
“I…” My voice came out as a whisper. “I don’t know if I can obey that, sir.”
The admission burned my tongue, but lying to him felt impossible. My body had already proven its treacherous nature, responding to every humiliation with shameful arousal. How could I possibly watch an entire series without giving in to the desperate need that would surely build? The need that Scott himself had trained me to gratify?
“Thank you for your honesty,” Scott said, and I was surprised to hear genuine approval in his voice. “I have something that will help.”
He rose from his desk and crossed to a cabinet built into the wall near the windows. When he opened it, I caught a glimpse of various implements—paddles, straps, things I couldn’t identify but that made my stomach lurch with nervous anticipation. He pulled out something made of black leather and metal, turning back to me with it in his hands.
“Stand up and lift your dress,” he commanded.
I obeyed on trembling legs, gathering the white fabric up to my waist. The cool air against my bare pussy—still swollen and sensitive from his use—made me shiver. Scott approached with what I now recognized with horror as some kind of chastity belt, its leather straps and metal shield gleaming in the afternoon light streaming through his office windows.
“Here,” he said, handing it to me. “Put this on.”
CHAPTER 15
Grace
The leather was soft but sturdy in my hands, heavier than I’d expected. My fingers shook as I tried to work out how it fastened, but the weight of his gaze and my own overwhelming arousal made me clumsy. The belt slipped from my grasp, clattering to the floor between us.