Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 83858 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83858 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
She bites her lip, just enough to make the gloss shimmer. “I’m sorry, sir. I’ll try harder.”
I step behind her, close enough that she can feel the heat from my body. I lower my voice to a whisper, right in her ear. “Trying isn’t enough. I want results.”
Kat shivers. I can see it, even through the tailored shirt. Her curves are aroused and every cell responds to the dominance of my words. Good.
I return to the desk and sit, leaving her standing. I open the contract, riffle through the pages. “Did you read the terms of your employment, Miss Vreeland?”
She nods. “Yes, but it’s been a while. I started last year, Mr. McKnight.”
I hand her the sheaf of papers. “Recite the first rule.”
She swallows. Her voice is soft but steady. “Secretary will immediately comply with all reasonable requests from his/her boss.”
A pregnant pause, as I lift my brows.
“Are you ready to comply?”
She nods again, swallowing hard.
“Good,” I say, taking the sheaf of papers from her. “Come here, Miss Vreeland.”
She approaches, hands at her sides, face upturned.
I reach for her narrow waist, pull her in. Her breathing accelerates; I can feel the tremor in her belly, the anticipation.
“Let’s see if you’re as obedient as you claim,” I murmur.
With both hands, I grip her ass, squeezing the flesh hard enough to make her gasp. I lift her, set her on the desk, legs dangling. Her skirt rides up another inch, exposing the tops of her thighs. I smooth the silk over her legs, then slide my hands up, under the hem. She’s not wearing stockings. Even better.
I keep my voice soft, almost gentle. “Did you wear panties, Miss Vreeland?”
She shakes her head, cheeks flushed pink.
“Why not?”
“I thought you’d like it better, Mr. McKnight,” she whispers. “You always do.”
I want to ravage her, right here, right now, because she’s right. I love my little girl nude with no panties, flashing that pink cunt at me at all hours. But I savor the tension. I want Kat writhing, desperate, so far gone that when I finally fuck her, it breaks her in half.
I push her knees apart, spreading her legs, and slip my fingers up the inside of her thigh. She’s so warm, so soft, and when I reach her cunt, she’s already drenched, slick and wanting. I drag a single finger along the seam, slow, and she shudders.
“Oooh,” she moans, tossing her head back while her eyes flutter shut. “Mmm!”
“Good girl,” I rasp, and reward her by slipping a finger inside, just enough to make her whimper.
I watch her face the whole time: the way her eyes close, the way her mouth falls open, the way her breasts rise and fall. I want to see her lose it because it’s the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen.
I add a second finger, curling them up, and her whole body arches. “Oh, god, Mr. McKnight,” she breathes. “That feels so good!”
I growl.
“It’ll feel even better in a second.”
I press my thumb to her clit, gentle at first, then harder, circling, never letting up. Her thighs tremble around my hand, her hands gripping the edge of the desk so hard the knuckles go white.
“You want to come, don’t you?” I rasp.
“Yes, sir,” she gasps. “Please, please—”
“Not yet.” I pull my hand away, savoring the way she whines, the shock of it.
I stand, undo my belt, and let my cock spring free. I’m hard as stone, the tip already leaking and slick. Her eyes go wide, and for the first time all day, she looks a little scared.
“Don’t worry,” I say, stroking myself, “I’ll go slow. But you’re going to take every inch today. Do you understand, Miss Vreeland?”
Of course, Kat’s seen my cock before. She’s even had it in her mouth but when she realizes that I’ll be claiming her pussy this afternoon, a small whimper escapes from her throat. Yet she nods, biting her lip again like she’s nervous. But she doesn’t look away.
I push the young girl back, until she’s lying on the desk, hair spilling over the edge. I position myself between her legs, line up, and press the head of my cock to her dripping pussy. She’s so tight, so wet, I can feel her pulsing against me.
“Ready?” I rasp, but I don’t wait for an answer. I push forward, just the tip, then a little more, then a little more. She’s tighter than any woman I’ve ever had, and it takes everything I have not to lose it on the spot.
She winces, a flicker of pain crossing her face.
“Oooh,” Kat moans. “Mmm.”
“You okay?” I rasp. “You’re very small, Miss Vreeland.”
She nods, but she’s breathing fast, her hands gripping the desk edge.
“Relax,” I murmur, brushing the hair from her forehead. “Let me in.”
I go slow, so fucking slow, but it’s still a stretch. She’s trembling, but she doesn’t ask me to stop, her pussy straining as my cock moves forward. The friction is unreal, she’s so small. Yet her body gives, inch by inch, but about halfway in I hit a wall—a physical barrier.