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)
“Go ahead, Grace,” Melissa commanded softly, and I leaned closer to my monitor as she lifted her pencil skirt slowly, revealing red lace panties that were indeed visibly damp, framed by a garter belt and black stockings. “Show me you understand that submission isn’t just about serving men.”
I could see Grace’s hands trembling as they reached for Melissa’s hips. The camera angle gave me a perfect view of her face—the conflict written across her features, the way she bit her lower lip before leaning forward. When she hooked her fingers into Melissa’s panties and began pulling them down, I had to adjust myself in my chair.
This was exactly what Grace needed. Not just my dominance, but a complete restructuring of her understanding of hierarchy and submission. Melissa would push boundaries I couldn’t, would access parts of Grace’s psyche that required a woman’s touch to unlock.
I picked up my handheld, only letting my eyes drift from the screen for a second, and tapped out a message to Van.
You have a moment to look at Grace’s data stream?
When I refocused on my screen, my cock gave a leap along my thigh at the sight of the sweet girl pressing her face between Melissa’s thighs, her inexperience evident in the tentative movements of her tongue over her new colleague’s bare pussy lips. Melissa’s hand tangled in Grace’s hair, guiding her with patient authority despite the hard dominance I could read in her eyes.
“That’s it,” Melissa murmured, her professional composure cracking slightly as Grace found her rhythm. “Scott trained you well to the cock. Now it’s time for you to be broken to serving another girl’s cunt.”
My handheld buzzed. It seemed I had caught Van at a favorable moment. Her metrics just went through the roof. Whatever’s going on, it’s working.
I pulled up Grace’s biometric data on my own tablet. Her arousal levels were spiking in patterns I hadn’t seen before, different from her responses to me or the videos. This looked like something new, something that could be incredibly valuable for the Her Secret Garden project.
I watched as Melissa reached down and pulled Grace up by her hair, not roughly but with unmistakable authority. Grace’s lips glistened with evidence of her service, and the dazed expression on her face made my cock throb against my zipper.
“On the ottoman,” Melissa commanded, gesturing to the leather piece positioned in front of her office couch. “On your back.”
Grace
Again, just as I had felt the previous night when Scott had given me a very similar command, I saw myself complying. I pretended I hadn’t chosen, that I did it because of course Melissa would punish me if I disobeyed, just as Scott had—or maybe she would tell Scott that he had to punish me, which was much worse. I almost whimpered as I thought about that—about Scott putting me over his knee, or even plugging me the way Brian had plugged Leah.
As if from a distance, I watched myself lie down on the ottoman, as Melissa pulled her red lace thong all the way off. She approached, her skirt around her waist to expose the shaven pussy she had already made me kiss so lewdly, even though I had never done the shameful thing before. I noted a swagger in Melissa’s step that made my cheeks blaze. Her garter belt framed the bare cleft, and the peek I got at the pink inner lips just emerging from it made me feel dizzy.
She straddled my face without ceremony, lowering herself until her wet flesh pressed against my mouth. The weight of her, the scent of her arousal overwhelming my senses, made me whimper against her. My hands fluttered uselessly at my sides, unsure whether to push her away or pull her closer.
“Use your tongue properly,” Melissa commanded from above me, grinding down slightly. “I know you’re new to this, but you’re going to learn fast. You clearly need a firm hand, and I’m happy to provide that as a reinforcement of your master’s training.”
I tried to obey, my tongue moving clumsily against her slick folds. The taste was different from my own, muskier somehow, and the knowledge that I was performing this act in an office at Selecta, where anyone might walk in, made my whole body flush with humiliation. The belt between my own legs felt unbearably tight, pressing against my swollen flesh as my arousal built despite—or because of—the degradation.
“Better,” Melissa murmured, her thighs tightening around my head. “Scott was right about you. Such a responsive little thing. Lucky for you that he gave me permission to reward you if I see fit.”
She reached down and I felt her fingers at the belt’s clasps. The soft beep of the electronic lock disengaging made me sob with relief against her pussy. She pulled the leather away from my soaked flesh, and the movement of the air against my exposed pussy made me buck involuntarily.