Page 28 of His to Enjoy
I screamed into the panties covering my face, my body convulsing around him. He was so much bigger than Jacob, stretching me in a way that bordered on painful even as every nerve ending sang with pleasure. His hands gripped my hips hard enough to bruise, holding me in place as he began to move.
“Such a wet little cunt,” he growled, punctuating his words with particularly deep thrusts. “All that spanking just made you needier, didn’t it?”
I couldn’t form words, could only whimper and moan as he fucked me with the same methodical intensity he’d used to spank me. Each thrust drove me forward against the chair, my elbows sliding on the leather, my breasts swaying beneath the thin dress. The position, bent over like Ruth had been, made everything more intense, more degrading, more perfect.
“Your response to Ruth’s pussy-whipping was particularly telling,” Scott said conversationally, as if he weren’t pounding into me hard enough to make the chair rock. “The way you wrote about it, the way your metrics spiked during that scene…”
Oh, God. He couldn’t mean?—
“I think you need that kind of correction soon, Grace. Your pussy needs to learn the same lessons your bottom is learning.”
The words hit me like lightning. The image flashed through my mind—me in Ruth’s position, legs held apart, that thin leather strap coming down on my most sensitive flesh. The thought of that exquisite agony, of Scott watching me climax from the pain itself…
I came instantly, violently, my whole body seizing as the orgasm ripped through me. I screamed into the soaked panties, my pussy clamping down on his cock as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me. It seemed to go on forever, each pulse more intense than the last, until I thought I might actually pass out from the sensation.
“Good girl,” Scott murmured, never slowing his rhythm even as I convulsed around him. “But we’re not done yet.”
He fucked me through the aftershocks, his cock hitting something deep inside that sent fresh sparks through my oversensitive body. I sobbed into the panties, overwhelmed by sensation, by emotion, by the complete surrender of this moment. When his rhythm finally faltered, when he drove deep and held himself there as he came with a low growl, I felt a second, smaller orgasm rip through my body too.
For a long moment we stayed frozen in that position—my boss still buried inside me, my body draped over the chair, the panties clinging to my face with a mixture of tears and my pussy’s shameful desperation for just the kind of fucking I had now gotten. I felt his massive tool softening within me, and I could feel our combined fluids beginning to leak down my thighs. The silence in the office felt heavy, charged with the truth of my helpless submission.
When he finally withdrew, I whimpered at the loss, at the sudden emptiness. My legs trembled so badly I thought I might collapse. I heard him moving behind me, the rustle of clothing as he tucked himself away, zipped his pants. Professional again, while I remained bent over his chair with my bottom on fire and my pussy dripping with his seed.
“Stay there,” he commanded softly.
I heard his footsteps cross to his desk, a drawer opening and closing. When he returned, I felt something soft against my inner thigh—a handkerchief, I realized, as he began to clean me with surprising gentleness. The tender gesture after such brutal use made my eyes well with fresh tears beneath the panties.
“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 anybusiness 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.”
