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“These need to come off,” he said, hooking his fingers in the waistband of my panties.
I made a small sound of protest that died in my throat as he slowly pulled them down my thighs, over the stockings, letting them fall to my ankles. The air against my exposed flesh made me acutely aware of how wet I was, how my arousal must be visible to him.
“Beautiful,” he murmured, his fingers trailing over the bareness between my thighs. “You’ve kept yourself perfectly groomed, even after your husband left. That shows real discipline.”
His fingers explored me with terrible precision, finding exactly the spots that made me gasp and tremble. One finger slipped inside my folds, gathering the moisture there, and I had to bite my lip to keep from moaning.
“So responsive,” he said approvingly. “Turn around now. Bend over and hold your ankles.”
The position was impossibly exposing, worse than anything Sharon had demanded. I bent forward, my hands grasping my ankles, knowing that everything was on display for him. I felt his hands on my bottom, spreading me wider, examining me in a way that made my face burn with shame.
“Such a pretty little hole,” he said, his thumb brushing over my most private place. “Jacob enjoyed you here, I know, but I mustsay that watching your anal sessions I never thought he was really the right master for you.”
I could barely think straight as his thumb pressed gently against that forbidden entrance. The memory of Jacob’s fingers there flooded back unbidden—quick, perfunctory intrusions meant more to assert dominance than to truly possess. But Scott’s touch was different, deliberate and knowing, as if he understood exactly how deeply this particular violation affected me.
“Please,” I whispered, though I wasn’t sure if I was begging him to stop or continue. My legs trembled with the effort of holding the position.
“Stand up,” he commanded, and I straightened gratefully, my muscles already aching from the strain. “Now turn around and kneel here in front of me. You’re going to suck my cock.”
CHAPTER 5
Grace
I tried to stop myself, but I dropped to my knees immediately, the plush carpet soft against my skin. I knew what was coming—had suspected it, anyway, with an unwelcome thrill, from the moment he’d called me into his lap. But knowing didn’t make it any less overwhelming when he unfastened his belt as if it were the most normal thing in the world.
“Have you missed this, Grace?” he asked conversationally as he freed himself from his pants. “Having a man who knows exactly what you need?”
I stared at his erection, thick and imposing, and felt that familiar flutter of fear mixed with anticipation. Jacob had been well-endowed, but Scott was enormous. The head of his massive cock already glistened with pre-cum, and I could smell his arousal, musky and masculine.
“Answer me,” he said, his hand tangling in my hair.
“Yes,” I admitted, the word torn from me. “Yes, sir.”
“Good girl. Open.”
I parted my lips, and he guided himself into my mouth with slow deliberation. The taste of him opened like a hot flower on my tongue—salty and musky and male, making my body respond despite everything. He was thicker than Jacob, stretching my jaw uncomfortably, and I had to focus on breathing through my nose as he pushed deeper.
“Look at me,” he commanded, and I raised my eyes to meet his. The intensity in his gaze made me shiver. “That’s it. I want to see those pretty eyes while you worship my cock.”
His hand tightened in my hair, controlling my movements as he began to thrust shallowly. Behind him, the monitor continued playing Annabelle’s training, her soft whimpers mixing with the wet sounds I was making. The parallel seemed almost too obvious—I was being trained too, molded into whatever Scott wanted me to become.
His free hand reached down, fingers finding the still-tender flesh of my punished bottom. The touch made me whimper around him, the soreness from Sharon’s paddle flaring back to life as he squeezed and kneaded the abused skin.
“Such a pretty picture you make,” he murmured, his fingers tracing the edge of the garter belt where it framed my bottom. “Pink lace suits you far better than those dowdy things you came in wearing. You’re going to be quite a different girl now, Grace. Nice lingerie changes a woman, makes her understand both her place and her power in ways that cotton never could.”
I wanted to protest, to insist that I didn’t want to be different, that I was fine as I was. But even as the thought formed, I knew it was a lie. The delicate lace against my skin, the way it mademe hyperaware of my body, the vulnerability of kneeling before this powerful man while dressed like something from a fantasy—it was already changing me. My arousal had become undeniable, a pulsing need below my waist that grew stronger with each degrading moment.
“I’m going to use your mouth properly now,” Scott announced, his grip tightening in my hair. “It’s going to be rough for a few moments while I take my pleasure. You’re going to take everything I give you, and you’re going to swallow it gratefully. Do you understand?”
I tried to nod, but his grip held me immobile. A muffled “yes, sir” escaped around his thickness.
“Good. If you do well, there’ll be a performance incentive. Something special just for my new intern.” His voice had taken on a darker edge. “Now hold still.”
Both hands gripped my head, holding me in place as he began to thrust in earnest. There was no gentleness now, no consideration for my comfort. He used my mouth with single-minded purpose, pushing deep enough to make me gag before pulling back just enough to let me breathe. Tears streamed down my face, and I knew my carefully applied makeup must be ruined.
The sounds were obscene—wet, desperate, punctuated by his low murmurs of pleasure. My jaw ached, my throat burned, but underneath it all was that terrible arousal that seemed to grow stronger the more he degraded me. My hands fluttered uselessly at my sides, not daring to push him away, but needing something to ground myself.
“That’s it,” he growled, his pace becoming erratic. “Such a good little cocksucker. Your husband never appreciated what he had.”
