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)
The orgasm ripped through me like lightning, my whole body convulsing as I screamed his name. He fucked me through it, never slowing, until a second climax crashed over me before the first had even finished. Only then did he bury himself deep with a growl, flooding me with his release.
The next morning arrived too quickly. Scott’s driver delivered me to my apartment at seven-thirty, my body still aching from the night’s use. Every movement reminded me of him—the soreness down there, the tender spots on my bottom where he’d spanked me, the rawness in my throat. I showered quickly, chose a modest gray dress to go over the terrible belt, and made my way to Selecta headquarters.
Melissa Mitropoulos’s office occupied a corner of the thirty-second floor, far more elegant than I’d expected for someone in alternative content. She answered the door herself when I knocked—tall, stunning, with Mediterranean features that commanded attention immediately.
“Grace,” she said, her voice warm, but with an undertone that made me feel slightly faint. “Scott’s told me a lot about you. Come in.”
Her office featured clean lines and modern art, with a view that rivaled Scott’s. She gestured to a chair across from her sleek glass desk, but before I could sit, she held up a hand.
“Actually, let me show you what I’m working on first. It’s the next segment of Leah’s story—something that hasn’t been released yet.”
She turned her monitor toward me, and I remained standing as the video began. Leah was in what looked like a punishment room, bent over a padded bench with her wrists secured to the legs. Brian stood behind her with a wooden paddle, his expression stern.
“You spoke back to me at dinner,” he said on screen. “In front of my colleagues. That kind of disrespect requires serious correction.”
The first strike of the paddle made me flinch. Leah’s scream was raw, desperate. Brian didn’t pause, delivering stroke after stroke with mechanical precision while Leah sobbed and begged. After twenty strokes, her bottom was deep red, almost purple in places.
“Please, sir, I’m sorry!” Leah wailed. “I’ll never disrespect you again!”
“I know you won’t,” Brian said calmly, setting the paddle aside. “Because we’re not finished.”
My breath caught as he produced something from a drawer—a massive black plug, easily twice the size of anything I’d seen in the previous videos. Leah’s eyes went wide with terror when she saw it.
“No, please, it’s too big!” she begged, pulling uselessly at her restraints.
“You’ll take it,” Brian said simply, coating it with lubricant. “And you’ll wear it for the rest of the day to remember your place.”
I watched, transfixed, as he worked the enormous plug into Leah’s tiny bottom. Her screams echoed through Melissa’s office as he pushed relentlessly, stretching her impossibly wide. When it finally seated fully, the base nestled between her punished cheeks, Leah had gone limp, whimpering softly.
Melissa paused the video suddenly, and I became aware that I was breathing hard, my thighs pressed together beneath my dress. She stood from her desk with fluid grace, moving around to stand directly in front of me.
“You’re aroused,” she observed, not a question but a statement of fact. “Scott mentioned you respond strongly to anal punishment scenes.”
My face burned. “I… Ms. Mitropoulos, I don’t think—”
“Melissa,” she corrected, her fingers coming up to trace my jawline. “And I think you respond to authority in general. Female authority as much as male. Kneel.”
The command was delivered so casually, so confidently, that I found myself dropping to my knees before I could even process the decision. The gray dress rode up my thighs as I knelt on her plush carpet, looking up at her with wide eyes.
Melissa’s forefinger came under my chin, lifting my face a millimeter further.
“I’ll tell you a secret,” she said softly, “which won’t be so secret once I raise my skirt and you show me the proper respect with that sweet little tongue of yours. I’m highly aroused too.”
CHAPTER 22
Scott
Grace had become a bit of an obsession for me, I had to admit. I made time in my schedule to watch her first meeting with Melissa live, over the excellent video surveillance that pervaded Selecta’s headquarters building.
I watched through the concealed camera in Melissa’s office as Grace dropped to her knees with that delicious mix of shock and submission that had first captured my attention. The way her gray dress’s disarrangement on her thighs revealed the lace tops of her stockings made my cock stir despite having thoroughly used her just hours before.
Melissa was masterful—or mistressful, I supposed. Her work developing Her Secret Garden had proven that beyond the shadow of a doubt, precisely because she understood female submission from both sides of the dynamic. Now, watching her tower over my sweet intern, I felt a surge of satisfaction at how perfectly the situation had begun to unfold.