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in shame.
“She has a fine body,” Mr. Jones commented, a haughty arrogance in that pronouncement.
“Indeed,” Mr. Darcy agreed. “You should be proud of what you have,
Shelby
. Look at me.”
She could just barely meet his gaze. A nervous hand brushed away a lock of hair, revealing more clearly the blush that turned her cheeks pink.
“You will survive this,
Shelby
,” he assured her. “I know that Mr. Jones and I will both enjoy your performance. Raise your skirt, come on now. Play with yourself until you come. We want to see your face when the orgasm peaks inside your body. Nothing could be more profound for a man than to witness that.”
Her intense humiliation seemed to have the same arousing effect on her as pain and punishment and forced sex. All objections seemed to fall away, and she raised her skirt, moving her slim fingers between her outer labia until they finally reached her sex bud. She gently rubbed the sensitive tissue, finding the sensuous waves of pleasure igniting almost instantly.
“Look at me,” her owner ordered. By then, there was not a second’s hesitation.
Shelby
’s eyes came to rest on Darcy’s craggy face. Though her embarrassment knew no bounds, this act of submission was a pleasure all its own. To stare into the man’s eyes and know that he’d taken control of her made her humble. That fact that their fate together was irrevocably sealed and she belonged to him made her feel safe. That he owned her every thought and action turned her body hot with lust. With a suddenness that nearly knocked her off her feet, the fiery sensations centering in her clitoris burst outward and consumed her in a spasming climax. She moaned, as her wet pussy ground against her hand, then with back arched she gave up a silent cry.
As the spasms finally died off,
Shelby
slumped to the floor, feeling as if she’d been laid bare, the very darkness of her soul exposed for what it was. She could have used his assurance in that vulnerable moment. Just the touch of his hand, a kind word, a kiss on the cheek.
“She seems to be an adaptable little creature, I’m sure quite serviceable,” she heard Mr. Jones speak first. “The youthful blush on those rosy cheeks will certainly attract some fans.”
“Exactly what I was thinking,” Mr. Darcy replied, then to her directly: “So,
Shelby
, I think you’ve shown me all I need to see for now. You can go back to work. Mr. Jones and I have business to discuss, and I’m sure you have much to do.”
Her heart reached out to him, tugging him toward her with a look of utter longing.
“Sir, please—”
“I said back to your desk,
Shelby
. You have reports waiting there to be typed. You’ll be here all night if you don’t get started now. Let’s hope your ass is still smarting from the punishment. If not, maybe you need more motivation.”
“Oh, no, sir!” She picked herself up off the floor, then quickly buttoned her blouse and swiped her bra from the floor. “I’m sure I have enough motivation,” she said. “I’ll get started right away.”
Tucking her wild emotions back in place, she exited the office door and dove enthusiastically into the projects on her desk.
There were so many interruptions that afternoon that
Shelby
had to work through dinner to complete the files on her desk. Mr. Darcy had left with Mr. Jones at seven, giving her clear instructions that she was not to leave until she finished. At nearly
nine o’clock
, when he returned to the office alone, she had still not completed the complicated contract he’d left for her.
She looked up on hearing him enter, “I’m sorry, sir. I still have a few more pages to do…” Bleary-eyed, she returned to her typing without finishing her statement.
“
Shelby
.” The quiet
“She has a fine body,” Mr. Jones commented, a haughty arrogance in that pronouncement.
“Indeed,” Mr. Darcy agreed. “You should be proud of what you have,
Shelby
. Look at me.”
She could just barely meet his gaze. A nervous hand brushed away a lock of hair, revealing more clearly the blush that turned her cheeks pink.
“You will survive this,
Shelby
,” he assured her. “I know that Mr. Jones and I will both enjoy your performance. Raise your skirt, come on now. Play with yourself until you come. We want to see your face when the orgasm peaks inside your body. Nothing could be more profound for a man than to witness that.”
Her intense humiliation seemed to have the same arousing effect on her as pain and punishment and forced sex. All objections seemed to fall away, and she raised her skirt, moving her slim fingers between her outer labia until they finally reached her sex bud. She gently rubbed the sensitive tissue, finding the sensuous waves of pleasure igniting almost instantly.
“Look at me,” her owner ordered. By then, there was not a second’s hesitation.
Shelby
’s eyes came to rest on Darcy’s craggy face. Though her embarrassment knew no bounds, this act of submission was a pleasure all its own. To stare into the man’s eyes and know that he’d taken control of her made her humble. That fact that their fate together was irrevocably sealed and she belonged to him made her feel safe. That he owned her every thought and action turned her body hot with lust. With a suddenness that nearly knocked her off her feet, the fiery sensations centering in her clitoris burst outward and consumed her in a spasming climax. She moaned, as her wet pussy ground against her hand, then with back arched she gave up a silent cry.
As the spasms finally died off,
Shelby
slumped to the floor, feeling as if she’d been laid bare, the very darkness of her soul exposed for what it was. She could have used his assurance in that vulnerable moment. Just the touch of his hand, a kind word, a kiss on the cheek.
“She seems to be an adaptable little creature, I’m sure quite serviceable,” she heard Mr. Jones speak first. “The youthful blush on those rosy cheeks will certainly attract some fans.”
“Exactly what I was thinking,” Mr. Darcy replied, then to her directly: “So,
Shelby
, I think you’ve shown me all I need to see for now. You can go back to work. Mr. Jones and I have business to discuss, and I’m sure you have much to do.”
Her heart reached out to him, tugging him toward her with a look of utter longing.
“Sir, please—”
“I said back to your desk,
Shelby
. You have reports waiting there to be typed. You’ll be here all night if you don’t get started now. Let’s hope your ass is still smarting from the punishment. If not, maybe you need more motivation.”
“Oh, no, sir!” She picked herself up off the floor, then quickly buttoned her blouse and swiped her bra from the floor. “I’m sure I have enough motivation,” she said. “I’ll get started right away.”
Tucking her wild emotions back in place, she exited the office door and dove enthusiastically into the projects on her desk.
There were so many interruptions that afternoon that
Shelby
had to work through dinner to complete the files on her desk. Mr. Darcy had left with Mr. Jones at seven, giving her clear instructions that she was not to leave until she finished. At nearly
nine o’clock
, when he returned to the office alone, she had still not completed the complicated contract he’d left for her.
She looked up on hearing him enter, “I’m sorry, sir. I still have a few more pages to do…” Bleary-eyed, she returned to her typing without finishing her statement.
“
Shelby
.” The quiet
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