Read Online Under His Command (For His Pleasure, Book 17) by Kelly Favor - Free Book Online
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to.”
She was shaking and her heart was pounding. “What kind of pose?”
“Stand up,” Easton said, pulling out his phone and holding it up as if to snap a photo.
Kennedy felt suddenly very small and scared and timid. Was he going to make her take her top off, expose her bare breasts, her privates?
If he asks, you’ll do it. You can’t refuse.
She took a shuddering breath and readied herself to do whatever he asked.
“Look at me,” he commanded.
Kennedy stared at him as he extended the camera towards her.
“Like this?” she asked.
“Just tilt your head to the right slightly, but keep looking at me,” he said, his voice growling lower. “Now, take your left hand and put your fingers on your lips, Kennedy.”
She was shaking like a leaf, and her extremities were tingling with fear and excitement. Her chest rose and fell quickly. But she did exactly as Easton told her to do.
“Now put a finger in your mouth and suck on it,” he said, his voice lowering further, rasping with pleasure as she did what he commanded.
Kennedy tasted her own finger, closing her eyes.
“Open your eyes—look right at me. Right at the camera.”
She stared at him, suddenly wanting him to feel that she was sucking his finger—
or better yet—his cock. She moved her finger slowly in and out of her mouth. Between Kennedy’s legs, she felt herself becoming slick with pleasure.
“That’s enough,” Easton proclaimed suddenly, after snapping two or three quick photos. He turned around without another word and walked back into his office.
Kennedy felt confused, turned on, and anxious in a free-floating way. Had she done well? Had she given Easton what he’d wanted? Or had she somehow disappointed him yet again?
Within minutes, Travis had sent her a reply to the picture.
Very, very nice. See you at noon tomorrow.
***
Easton virtually ignored her for the rest of the day.
Kennedy spent some of that time on the Internet, reading about Easton Rather.
There was no shortage of information about him online.
She hadn’t yet researched the man she was working for, which was ironic, considering how much time had been devoted to researching Red Jameson and his company.
Easton Rather was twenty-seven years old, from a small town in Maine. He’d been a three-sport athlete and an honors student who’d gotten a full scholarship to Yale, where he’d initially studied physics before switching to finance.
So he’d been telling her the truth about that part of his life.
After graduating, Easton had decided to pursue a passion for kickboxing, and he’d apparently travelled to Holland, where he’d studied with some of the best kickboxers on the planet. For two years, he’d fought overseas in a popular organization called K10.
Easton had ended his career with a record of 14-1-1, and he’d held the middleweight K10
title for a short time, before blowing out his knee in his first title defense.
The K10 organization had brought him on as the Director of Communications of their North American division, after which he’d quickly been promoted to Vice President of the entire division, and he eventually succeeded to the point where the North American division was making more money than every other K10 branch combined.
At that point, he’d been lured over to work at a new energy drink company called STOKED, which operated out of Canada. He’d been their Vice President of Sales and Marketing, and the company grew in profitability by over three hundred percent in the two and a half years he worked at STOKED.
He was still with STOKED according to the information available online, which told Kennedy that Red Jameson must have very suddenly hired Easton to come to work at The Red Agency as the new COO.
There was article after article in the business magazines talking about how Easton Rather was the hot up-and-coming business superstar. He had that confidence, intelligence, innovative spirit and sheer magnetism that made him a
She was shaking and her heart was pounding. “What kind of pose?”
“Stand up,” Easton said, pulling out his phone and holding it up as if to snap a photo.
Kennedy felt suddenly very small and scared and timid. Was he going to make her take her top off, expose her bare breasts, her privates?
If he asks, you’ll do it. You can’t refuse.
She took a shuddering breath and readied herself to do whatever he asked.
“Look at me,” he commanded.
Kennedy stared at him as he extended the camera towards her.
“Like this?” she asked.
“Just tilt your head to the right slightly, but keep looking at me,” he said, his voice growling lower. “Now, take your left hand and put your fingers on your lips, Kennedy.”
She was shaking like a leaf, and her extremities were tingling with fear and excitement. Her chest rose and fell quickly. But she did exactly as Easton told her to do.
“Now put a finger in your mouth and suck on it,” he said, his voice lowering further, rasping with pleasure as she did what he commanded.
Kennedy tasted her own finger, closing her eyes.
“Open your eyes—look right at me. Right at the camera.”
She stared at him, suddenly wanting him to feel that she was sucking his finger—
or better yet—his cock. She moved her finger slowly in and out of her mouth. Between Kennedy’s legs, she felt herself becoming slick with pleasure.
“That’s enough,” Easton proclaimed suddenly, after snapping two or three quick photos. He turned around without another word and walked back into his office.
Kennedy felt confused, turned on, and anxious in a free-floating way. Had she done well? Had she given Easton what he’d wanted? Or had she somehow disappointed him yet again?
Within minutes, Travis had sent her a reply to the picture.
Very, very nice. See you at noon tomorrow.
***
Easton virtually ignored her for the rest of the day.
Kennedy spent some of that time on the Internet, reading about Easton Rather.
There was no shortage of information about him online.
She hadn’t yet researched the man she was working for, which was ironic, considering how much time had been devoted to researching Red Jameson and his company.
Easton Rather was twenty-seven years old, from a small town in Maine. He’d been a three-sport athlete and an honors student who’d gotten a full scholarship to Yale, where he’d initially studied physics before switching to finance.
So he’d been telling her the truth about that part of his life.
After graduating, Easton had decided to pursue a passion for kickboxing, and he’d apparently travelled to Holland, where he’d studied with some of the best kickboxers on the planet. For two years, he’d fought overseas in a popular organization called K10.
Easton had ended his career with a record of 14-1-1, and he’d held the middleweight K10
title for a short time, before blowing out his knee in his first title defense.
The K10 organization had brought him on as the Director of Communications of their North American division, after which he’d quickly been promoted to Vice President of the entire division, and he eventually succeeded to the point where the North American division was making more money than every other K10 branch combined.
At that point, he’d been lured over to work at a new energy drink company called STOKED, which operated out of Canada. He’d been their Vice President of Sales and Marketing, and the company grew in profitability by over three hundred percent in the two and a half years he worked at STOKED.
He was still with STOKED according to the information available online, which told Kennedy that Red Jameson must have very suddenly hired Easton to come to work at The Red Agency as the new COO.
There was article after article in the business magazines talking about how Easton Rather was the hot up-and-coming business superstar. He had that confidence, intelligence, innovative spirit and sheer magnetism that made him a
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