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)
“Yes,” I breathed, already starting to sink to my knees. “Please, sir. Let me clean you and then please you. Let me show you I’m your good girl.”
“Then do it,” he commanded, his voice rough.
I dropped to my knees on the shower floor, the tiles hard against my skin. With the washcloth I cleaned the huge, rigid shaft as its owner’s breathing grew shallower and more audible, the sign of my master’s pleasure. The water cascaded over us both as I leaned forward, placing reverent kisses along his hardened tool before taking it into my mouth. The taste was clean, but the knowledge of where Scott had fucked me last made my cheeks burn nonetheless. I took him deeper, using everything he’d taught me about pleasuring him with my mouth.
“Christ, Grace,” he groaned, his hand tangling in my wet hair. “Look at you. So eager, so sweet.”
I pulled back to lavish attention on his balls, licking and sucking each one while my hand stroked his shaft. The weight of them on my tongue, the way his breathing changed when I did something he particularly liked—it all made me feel powerful despite my position on my knees.
“I can’t believe how hard you’re making me again,” he said, wonder in his voice. “I just came, and here I am, ready to fuck you all over again. What are you doing to me, Grace?”
I took him deep in response, relaxing my throat the way he’d trained me, taking him until my nose pressed against his pelvis. His groan echoed off the shower walls.
“Enough,” he said suddenly, pulling me off him by my hair. “If you keep that up, I’ll come down your throat, and I have other plans for my next climax.”
He helped me to my feet and shut off the water. The cool air made me shiver as he wrapped me in a fluffy towel. Scott dried me with methodical care, his hands lingering on my breasts, between my thighs, over the curve of my bottom. Each touch reminded me of how thoroughly he’d claimed me, and despite my exhaustion, I felt that familiar flutter of need beginning again.
“Come,” he said, taking my hand and leading me to his bedroom. “I want to show you something.”
He arranged me on the bed, pulling me back against his chest so I nestled between his legs, my head resting just below his shoulder. His laptop sat on a stand at the perfect viewing angle, and I gasped when I saw what was on screen—my edited version of Learning to Please, the one I’d been working on when Scott caught me humping my desk.
“Melissa watched your rough cut this afternoon,” he murmured against my ear, pulling up an email on his phone to show me. “She’s extremely impressed.”
I read Melissa’s message with growing amazement: Scott—Grace’s work on this is exactly what I’d hoped for. The psychological layering, the internal dialogue, the way she’s reframed submission as active rather than passive… This is exactly what Her Secret Garden needs. Whatever you’re doing to develop her talents, keep doing it. —M
“She’s right,” Scott said, setting his phone aside and wrapping his arms around me as the video began to play. “Your understanding of the submissive psyche is remarkable.”
On screen, my edited version of Debbie’s morning preparation played out—the deliberate mistakes, the anticipation building throughout the day. I’d added a new voiceover just before Scott caught me: “Some girls dream of Prince Charming. I dream of disappointed looks and firm hands teaching me lessons I pretend not to want to learn.”
I felt Scott hardening further against my back as we watched, his breathing changing as Debbie received her spanking. The split screen showing her hidden smile made him groan softly.
“I can’t help myself,” he said, his voice rough. “Watching you reveal these truths… Grace, I need to be inside you again.”
His hands guided me onto my side, spooning behind me. I lifted my leg as he positioned himself at my entrance—my pussy this time, not my sore bottom. He pushed inside me with surprising gentleness, filling me slowly until he was buried to the hilt.
“Keep watching,” he commanded softly, though his voice held a tenderness I’d never heard before.
We moved together in a slow, almost lazy rhythm as my edited footage played. Scott’s hand came around to touch my clit with feather-light strokes while his other arm held me tight against his chest. This wasn’t the brutal fucking from earlier—this was something else entirely, something that made my chest tight with emotion.
“The way you understand this,” he murmured, his lips against my neck as on-screen Debbie thanked Mark for her punishment, taking his rigid manhood into her mouth just as I had done to my master in the shower. “The way you’ve captured the beauty in submission… Grace, I think you’re extraordinary.”