Total pages in book: 209
Estimated words: 196085 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 980(@200wpm)___ 784(@250wpm)___ 654(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 196085 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 980(@200wpm)___ 784(@250wpm)___ 654(@300wpm)
After a moment of silence, he finishes, and I hate the feeling he’s upset with me.
“You need to get back to your work. You’ll have a punishment coming your way later.” Turning back to his screen, he falls silent, a slight frown behind his beard.
I sit there on the desk, pussy aching and my heart hurting, watching his fingers move over the keys.
When he keeps working, ignoring me, I stand and walk toward the office door, the butt plug inside me making me feel just how fucked I probably am.
“Princess,” he says as I open the door, and I turn, hoping beyond hope that he’s changed his mind. “Make me proud.”
“Yes, Daddy.” I answer and close the door behind me as I go.
I’ve been working hard, especially since I got promoted. At first, I wondered if it was just another gift, but everyone around me on my new team has made it clear they’re happy we’re working together.
Back at my new desk in my new office, I work on a project I’ve been given, it’s a branding strategy for an up-and-coming online social media venture Westwood has just landed as a client.
I work, talk with some co-workers, ask for a lot of advice from Beverly who heads our team and is now my official mentor. I have great ideas, but I’m nineteen and my experience in this sort of work environment has me way over my head and I can’t stand the idea of failing.
Disappointing Jack even more.
The day drags on without even a text from him and I’m getting more and more upset that I pushed him like I did. That I broke the rules.
Any punishment he gives will never be as bad as knowing he’s disappointed with me.
By the time the clock strikes five, I’m exhausted but satisfied that I worked hard and did my best as I make my way down through the office building and out the front door, to see Jack standing next to the car door, waiting for me.
Without a word, I slide into the back. As soon as he’s settled beside me, the driver speeds down the road, and I stare out the window, my arms crossed.
We ride in silence, both in the car and in the elevator up to his penthouse. When the doors open and we are inside, he finally speaks.
“Get down on your knees.” His voice is low as he leans into the back of my neck, his breath warm, and I feel his enormous body behind me.
I whirl around, the hours of silence making me defiant. My inner toddler is stomping her feet and overriding my better instincts to do as I’m told. “Maybe I don’t want to.”
“Really?” Jack’s voice is deep but calm.
For a moment, I stand there, but I know there is not a fight here to win so I fall to my knees as ordered.
“Good girl. Take your dress off.”
I swallow hard, the words good girl sending a thrill through my body as I yank the lime-green and white polka-dot dress over my head, leaving me in just my bra, my red pumps and the plug still inside my ass.
When he pulls his belt out of its loops and places it on the kitchen counter, I shiver, imagining how the leather would feel leaving hot red marks across my rear end. The thought sends a rush of warmth to my pussy and my breath quickens.
“Crawl to me on your hands and knees.”
I fall onto my hands and knees, crawling in my bra and heels toward his long legs. When I am just in front of him, I finally look up.
“Do you know why you are in trouble?”
I nod. My pussy clenching tight, the butt plug feeling like it’s growing inside me.
“Apologize to me. You will be punished, but your apology will be a factor in how unpleasant it will be.”
Punishment.
I win either way.
I shift sitting back onto my heels and push my face onto his cock and balls. “I’m sorry I didn’t listen. I promise I won’t do it again.”
Jack’s arms are crossed over his chest. I rub my face over his cock. Inhaling his masculine scent, I moan onto it. His cock is hard but I don’t dare ask for it right now. It’s a reward to be earned.
Clutching the back of his thighs, I lower my head, looking at the pristine polish on his black leather dress shoes.
A hand grips the back of my hair, and pulls me to my feet.
I land over the kitchen counter on my belly with a thud, my ears ringing, my ass jutting out, my toes barely on the ground. His fingers dig through my ass crack and he twists the plug. I yelp in surprise, my cheek pressed to the cold marble island. A whimper breaks free of my chest when he pries the plug out, pain and pleasure zapping through me.