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)
“Take it in your mouth, Annabelle,” Kevin instructed, his voice patient but firm.
I watched as the girl on screen leaned forward hesitantly, her lips parting to accept him. The camera captured every detail—the way her eyes watered as she struggled to accommodate his size, the way Lara moved behind her with the crop raised.
When Annabelle gagged slightly and pulled back, the crop came down across her bottom with a sharp crack that made me jump in my chair.
“All the way, sweetheart,” Lara said gently, even as she raised the crop again. “You need to learn to please your future husband properly.”
My breathing had become shallow, and I was desperately aware of Scott beside me, of how he must be cataloguing every reaction. The scene continued—Annabelle trying again, taking Kevin deeper this time, Lara providing correction with the crop whenever the girl’s technique faltered. The combination of tenderness and discipline, of Lara’s maternal encouragement paired with the sting of the crop, created something that made my belly lurch with unwanted recognition.
“What do you think?” Scott asked, his voice low and intimate in the small screening room.
I couldn’t look at him. My face burned so hot I thought I might combust. “I… it’s very well shot,” I managed, my voice barely above a whisper.
“That’s not what I’m asking.” He shifted in his chair, angling toward me. “What do you think of the content? The dynamic?”
On screen, Annabelle had found a rhythm now, her head bobbing steadily while Lara stroked her hair with one hand, the crop still ready in the other. Kevin’s expression remained controlled, almost businesslike, as if this were simply another training exercise.
“It’s…” I swallowed hard, trying to find words that wouldn’t reveal how wet I’d become, how my body had responded to watching this despite my mind’s protests. “It’s effective. The… the contrast between Lara’s gentleness and the discipline. It creates a complex emotional response.”
“Go on,” Scott prompted, and I could hear the smile in his voice.
“The viewer can identify with Annabelle’s struggle,” I continued, hating myself for the analysis even as my marketing training kicked in. “The foster mother’s presence adds a layer of… of safety, even while she’s enforcing the training. It’s not just about submission to the male authority figure.”
“Interesting.” Scott leaned back slightly. “What would you add to make it more compelling?”
The question hung in the air while on screen, Kevin finally climaxed, holding Annabelle’s head firmly in place as she struggled to swallow. Lara’s crop came down twice more when the girl tried to pull away too soon.
“Good girl,” Kevin said on screen, finally releasing her. “You’re learning.”
A thought rose unbidden in my mind, something so mortifying I couldn’t believe it had come from my brain.
“She… she should have to watch them… her foster parents, I mean,” I whispered.
CHAPTER 4
Scott
“Watch them do what?” I asked, studying Grace’s lovely, bright pink face very closely.
Her face somehow managed to go even redder, and she pressed her thighs together in that telltale way that told me exactly how aroused she’d become watching Annabelle’s training. I waited, letting the silence stretch between us until she had no choice but to answer.
“Have… have relations,” Grace finally whispered, her voice so soft I had to lean closer to hear. “While she watches. To show her what’s expected in marriage.”
Perfect. Absolutely perfect. Sharon had been right about this one—Grace had exactly the kind of mind we needed, coupled with that delicious combination of genuine modesty and reluctant arousal that our viewers craved.
“That’s an excellent suggestion,” I said, keeping my tone professional even as I noted every small reaction—the way her breathing had quickened, the slight tremor in her hands as she gripped the arms of her chair. “In fact, we’ve already filmed something similar. Would you like to see it?”
“I…” She swallowed hard, and I could see the war playing out behind those wide eyes. The part of her that had been trained to please did obvious battle with the part that wanted to flee. “Yes, sir.”
I clicked to the next scene, watching her face as the screen filled with the image of Kevin and Lara’s bedroom. Annabelle knelt in the corner, still in her training underwear, hands clasped behind her back as she faced the bed where her foster parents were beginning to undress each other.
“Oh,” Grace breathed, and the sound went straight to my cock.
On screen, Lara was explaining to Annabelle exactly what Kevin liked, how a good wife should touch her husband, while Kevin demonstrated wordlessly on Lara’s body how a husband expects to fuck—hard and fast, from behind, as his wife cries out in mingled need and discomfort. The camera work was exquisite, cutting between the couple on the bed and Annabelle’s face as she watched, her expression a mixture of embarrassment, curiosity, and unmistakable arousal.
“Your body seems to be responding to the material,” I observed, deliberately keeping my voice neutral. “That’s good. It means you understand our target audience.”