Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 32359 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 162(@200wpm)___ 129(@250wpm)___ 108(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32359 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 162(@200wpm)___ 129(@250wpm)___ 108(@300wpm)
I kept walking, and she fell into step beside me again—she had learned her place—or desperation had forced her to accept it.
"Master," she whispered once we reached the staircase. "Please... please... just let me."
I turned over my shoulder, gently saying, "Just keep being a good girl for me and I might."
I led her up the stairs, running into two more maids whom I made her greet the same way. Then, I walked into the hallway with my office. Jasper was standing before the door, and he glared at Violet as we came closer.
"Say hello," I told her again.
"H-Hello," she managed, blushing all over.
"Ask him if everything's ready," I went on. "Look into his eyes."
She bit her bottom lip before looking up.
"I-Is everything r-ready?" she whispered.
Jasper never took his eyes off hers, probably knowing full-well how I'd react if he so much as glanced at her tits, let alone that sweet pussy.
"It is," he replied, motioning to the door. "Everything's ready inside."
"Come on, Violet," I said. "Open the door. Lead the way."
She did as she was told, thankful to be getting away from eyes that could see everything she was graced with.
Of course, she changed her mind the second we walked into the room, and she found Steven Hawthorne and his father sitting at my desk.
"Go on," I urged her.
She stood frozen to the spot, so I walked in after her, sitting down in front of my business colleagues.
"Come here, Violet," I said. "Sit on my lap."
I tapped my knee, and she came forward, trying to shield her body from their prying gazes, and doing a sad job of it. They weren’t like Jasper. They didn’t look away. They drank in her beauty without attempting to conceal their thoughts—they wanted her—they hoped she was their entertainment for the evening.
She was, but I was the only one that would touch her—ever.
Violet slowly sat down, and I whispered in her ear, "Relax, princess. Nothing they haven't seen before."
"Is this how you run your meetings now, Windsor?" the older Hawthorne chuckled. "Not that we're complaining."
"Definitely not complaining," Steven growled, his eyes devouring my property.
"Just tell me what happened," I ground out. "And enjoy the show."
I parted Violet's legs, using a little more force than I thought I'd have to. But once I touched her pussy, she let out a grateful moan and her thighs shivered.
"We've tried everything," Steven said, his eyes glued to my fingers working their magic on Violet's cunt. "The number is untraceable."
"It can't be," I growled, pressing on her clit harder. "Didn't you use your tech guy?"
"He couldn't pin it down, but it was in the US," The older Hawthorne cut in. "Is she allowed to come?"
I grinned at him, glancing at my panting princess before turning to him. "Why don't you ask her?"
"Are you?" He asked hungrily. "Can you come?"
"N-No," Violet whispered, turning to me to beg. "Please, Master, I-"
"No," I replied firmly. "Beg him to let you come."
I pointed to the older man.
"Windsor, this is..." He laughed nervously.
"Just humor me," I said.
"Please..." Violet whispered. "Please let me come, Mr. Hawthorne."
"Fuck," Steven muttered. "Let her."
"You can come," Hawthorne rushed to say. "You can come, Violet, just do it."
My fingers rubbed her relentlessly, and she turned her eyes to mine, whispering, "Master?"
"You know what to do," I ground out, and she closed her eyes tightly, fighting every instinct in her body demanding she give in to the pleasure.
"I won't," she whispered. "Not until you let me."
"Good girl," I muttered, ignoring the dumbstruck father-and-son duo in front of us. "Are you ready to apologize yet, princess?"
"Apologize?" She stared up at me. "You didn't say I'd have to."
I retrieved my fingers and she cried out at a loss.
"You didn't think you could get away without doing it?" I laughed out loud. "Gentlemen, do you think she should come without apologizing?"
"Absolutely not," Hawthorne said. "She should apologize. Use those luscious lips, darling. You know how, I'll bet."
Violet pouted, but her bottom lip was trembling with barely-held back defeat.
"I'm..." she whispered. "I'm..."
"You're what?" I placed my fingers back between her legs. "You're wet? You need to come? You're a desperate little slut?"
"I'm, I'm, I'm..." she moaned, grabbing my wrist and mesmerizing my business partners. "I'm sorry!"
"You are?" I asked, my voice syrupy sweet. "Tell me more about how sorry you are, princess."
"I'm so sorry," she whispered.
"How sorry?"
"So... so... sorry," she panted. "I'll do anything you want."
"Will you?" I grinned at the stunned pair in front of us. "Even if these two get to watch?"
"Yeah," she blurted. "Anything."
"Beg for it," I demanded.
"Do whatever you want to me, Master," she muttered. "Let them watch. Just please... fucking please... Just let me come!"
I raised my palm and slapped her pussy, hard. She yelped just as I leaned down to whisper, "Come."
She did.
Two
Violet
It was clear that I was nothing more than a toy for Devlin to enjoy until he held up his end of the bargain, but something inside of me was changing—because I was starting to like it. I was mortified when I had to perform in front of my father’s business associates but being forced to orgasm in front of Steven Hawthorne and his father didn’t have nearly the same impact. I begged for something that I once found unusual and strange.