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Daisy Rose

• Herausgeber: Boruma Publishing
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2016

Beschreibung

Hot Group Office Action Book Bundle

Leseprobe

Hot Group Office Action Book Bundle

(Exhibitionism, Public Humiliation, BDSM)

Daisy Rose

Copyright 2016 Daisy Rose

This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental. All characters depicted in sexual acts in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older. No part in this book may be reproduced, transmitted, stored, or distributed without permission of the author or publisher.

Excerpt: Office Domination

"Do you like being watched, slut?" he growled, his voice a deep lustful vibration that went straight to my lady bits. I crossed my legs, feeling a wetness beginning to grow there already.

The nonchalant way he had addressed me while he was finger fucking her had turned me on immensely. Everything about him was magnetic. I watched as he continued to tease her clit with his thumb while thrusting his fingers inside her wet pussy.

"Tell me," he commanded, fingers pushed knuckle deep inside her as he pinched down on her nipple and pulled.

"Ahh... yess!" she screamed, arching her body towards him.

A delicious chill ran though me, igniting every nerve, every vessel in my body. He turned to me in an instant, as if he could feel the change in me.

Her hands started moving to his trousers, looking for the straining member between his legs. "I want to touch you too," she begged, her voice a whimper.

He stopped moving and turned to look at her dead on the eyes. "No," he said in a deep authoritative voice that vibrated through the air.

She froze up, hands hovering awkwardly just above his pants.

"I don't let dirty cunts touch me," he growled. "I want you to cum from just my fingers," he demanded.

She threw her head back and moaned when his fingers started pumping in her in quick succession. She was panting and moaning, unable to catch her breath as he alternated between pinching her right and left nipples while filing her tight pussy with his long fingers.

"Do you want to cum?" he asked.

"Yes!"

He paused and closed his lips to her ears, saying loud enough for me to hear, "Beg for it."

"Let me cum! Please!" she all but screamed, her eyes clenched shut, fingers fisting tightly over her sides as she tried to control her body's reaction.

"Louder."

Excerpt: Office Lust

Heat radiated from him in waves, calming me despite how vulnerable I was.

"Are you wet yet?" he asked, breath tickling the flesh on my inner thighs. I squirmed and struggled to get away, but the bondage holding me up was merciless. The more I moved, the more the weights attached to my nipples swung, pulling my nipples until they felt as if they were being torn from my body. The mixture of pain and pleasure that coursed through me was unbearable.

He fingered my cunt, trailing kisses on my inner thighs until his lips finally touched my wet pussy. He began licking and sucking my clit while he continued fingering my pussy. Then, he moved his fingers from my pussy to the puckered hole behind it.

I began to scream through the gag, wanting him to stop but yet, secretly loving everything he was doing to me. I had never been fucked in the ass before. It was the one thing that remained sacred to me.

He pushed his finger in through the entrance, penetrating inside the same time he inserted his tongue into my pussy. I tried to relax my muscles there but found that I was utterly on the edge, unable to do anything. My body was no longer my own, a slave to the sensations he was introducing to it.

When he joined his finger with another, I felt myself being stretched to the limit and I wanted to scream "Enough!" Instead, saliva dripped from the sides of my mouth and any noise beyond strangled screams and moans were impossible.

He pulled his fingers free abruptly and replaced it with something cold and hard. I realized that he was putting a butt plug inside me, forcing the plug to be embedded into my virgin asshole.

The entire time he was sodomizing my asshole, he was eating me out with the expertise that I would not expect of a man of his wealth and power.

I felt myself soaring close to the edge. Then, he stopped abruptly and stood back, as if he was admiring his work.

The sound of the door knocking echoed in my ears and I blushed beet red immediately. He had company.

Surely he wasn't going to let them in? Not the state I was in-

"Come in," he said.

The sound of the door opening was the most ominous sound I have ever heard in my life. Then, the gasp of the man who entered.

"Have a seat," Trent insisted, abandoning me completely, butt plug, nipple clamps and all.

Excerpt: Office Tease

Andrea was still in the office, eyes glued determinedly at the screen. I felt a breeze blow over my exposed bottom half. The icy wind against my heated skin only compounded my fear and increased my heartbeat even more. I knew there was only one thing to do.

There was only one thing I could do.

I had to ask him if he had any spare clothes I could borrow. It was that or going into the main office outside with dozens of eyes staring at my half naked body. HR would have my ass out in the streets before I could say, 'help.'

I tried to hide the quivering in my limbs, but my fear was painfully obvious. Cyndi was going to get it when she comes back. That horrible, horrible mentor. When I asked her to help me seduce my boss, this wasn't quite what I had in mind.

At the sound of the door opening, he looked up and locked me in a gaze so intense that all my breath went out of my lungs.

"Haley," he breathed, his voice vibrating through me. "What're you doing here? What happened?"

There was concern in his eyes and something else. I had my hands over my crotch, hoping to cover as much of my nakedness as possible. My nipples brushed against my blouse uncomfortably.

He drank in the sight of my trembling thighs and shaking fingers without an ounce of thought of the humiliation I was going through, as if mapping and memorizing every inch of my curves for his private collection.

"I- umm..." I wasn't sure what to say. Coming into his office was my only option but I suddenly felt I should have considered other options. Running out into the public felt like a viable possibility now that I was standing in front of this statue of a man.

"Cyndi took my clothes," I blurted out, feeling like a complete tattle tale even though it was true. It felt surreal. A woman almost twice my age stole my clothes and now I'm in the office of a man who was old enough to be my father for help.

He got up from his seat. "She took your clothes?" he glanced out of the room, seeing that there was nobody else in the reception area where we usually sat. "Why?" he asked, closing the space between us with alarming speed.

I backed away until my back was pressed firmly against the cold glass door. I tensed from the sudden contact. My lungs begged for air and cold sweat trickled down the side of my face.

His masculine scene oozed off him in waves. Gone was the kind, gentle man I had grown to know over the past few months.

There was nothing kind and gentle about the animal look he was giving me. My pussy throbbed with need and I gasped as my naked bottom pressed tighter against the cold glass in my feeble attempt to put as much distance between us as possible.

I was afraid.

Excerpt: Office Surrender

I inhaled sharply as I took the sight in front of me. My weapon of choice fell onto the carpet in a soft thud that was almost inaudible as my hands went to my lips and I stopped myself from shrieking in surprise.

There was a woman firmly secured on top of the table. She was completely naked and tied spreadeagle on a rectangular metal slab. Her wrists and ankles were tied firmly to each of the four edges with firm leather straps that allowed her to tense and pull her limbs back only enough for the viewers to see how much she was struggling not to scream.

Her back was arched in response to the metal clamps on her nipples, giving her back a sort of tensed, but utterly beautiful curve. A dark leather strap hung from the ceiling and looped through the chain connecting the clamps on her nipples, further forcing her to remain arched upwards.

She was not moaning because of how her nipples were being pulled, she was moaning because of the dildo that went in and out of her wet, glistening hole. A wet squelching noise accompanied the cylindrical object as it penetrated her over and over, disappearing and reappearing in a rhythm that was imprecise and unpredictable, preventing her from being able to ready herself for each insertion.

I crossed my legs as I felt a tingle in my core and I watched, wide-eyed, as she threw back her head and moaned loudly, the sound echoing the a room that was both empty and full all at once.

She could not see me due to the black blindfold covering her eyes and her moans were muffled by a brilliant red ball gag in her mouth. Trickles of saliva escaped from the edges of her open lips as she succumbed to the machine's intrusion to her body over and over.

Goose bumps rose on my arms and I wondered what to do with these circumstances. Do I leave her in her distress, or do I set her free? Does she want to be set free? I was close enough to her now to see that she was trapped in an unbearable pleasure and her moans were that of wanting more.

"Ohhh..." she moaned as the machine brought the dildo deep into her and started twisting and turning. I felt a tingle between my legs and my heart hammered in my chest. I could see the clear pink flesh of her pussy lips sucking in the rubber dildo that had little bumps and curves on it.

The more the machine twisted, the louder her moans became, building like a crescendo of an orchestra until she was all out of moans to give and collapsed back onto the metal slab. She twitched and spasmed in the aftermath of an intense orgasm.

As she relaxed her back onto the slab, the clamps were pulled to the maximum length and tugged on her nipples. She cried out as her breasts were pulled upwards.

The machine continued to tease her relentlessly despite the fact that she had reached her orgasm, twisting and turning, pulling and pushing, as if unsatisfied with her post-orgasm lethargy...

Excerpt: Office Obligations

"We're driving past LA busy streets, Cassandra. Wouldn't want to get in trouble now, would we?" he cautioned. I could smell the musky scent of sex on his hand and wondered if he was touching himself earlier.

"Would you be quiet now?" he asked.

I nodded and he took his hand from my lips. I looked down in time to hear the next ten-minute-beep and Andrew moving a metal chain close to my breasts.

With startling precision and efficiency, he attached two metal nipple clamps to my nipples, pinching the flesh just underneath the tip of my breasts. He connected the metal clamps with a chain and tugged it slightly.

"Mmff..." I moaned, pushing my breasts outwards to meet with the chain and clamps.

Then, the stranger pulled the dildo from my folds and pressed it to my engorged clit. The electrifying sensation coursed through me and I was desperate for him to stop or continue all at once. He lowered his head between my legs and his lips captured my moist folds, lapping at my quivering flesh as he inhaled inwards.

His breath blew warm against my skin and he used two fingers to spread my outer lips as he pressed the dildo to my clit.

I trashed and struggled against the bond and gyrated my hips to his mouth as much as I could. I wanted to feel more of the wonderful sensation that rippled through me. He dragged his tongue across my folds, then slid into me.

I had never felt anything like the pleasure he was introducing to my body now. He pulled free from me abruptly and climbed into the table, straddling me. I felt a hard bump between my legs and realized that his erection was pressed against me.

My pussy was wet and allowed him easy passage as he started to slide inside me. The head of his cock slid into me easily and I moaned.

He felt nothing like the machine that he had introduced into my body earlier. His cock was thicker and stretched me wide open as he slowly pushed inside me. He pulled back and pushed a little deeper each time, fingers massaging my breasts just around the clamps.

"Say my name," he ordered, delving deeper and deeper until I could feel the head of his cock almost near my cervix.

"I don't know your name," I gasped, feeling my insides twist and the pressure inside me build.

He pulled back and rammed back into me, deliberately stretching my inner walls with his manhood. I felt my insides being widened as he pushed deep inside me and I threw my head back and cried out in pleasure. I was so close.

He pulled the clamps on my nipples, jolting me back to reality by the sudden pain.

"Say my name, or you're not allowed to cum," he said.

Excerpt: Office Pleasures

"We've been here before, haven't we?" he continued, waiting impatiently as he leaned on his cane.

I had never thought of Mr. Trevor as an attractive man. He was too muscular and too alpha. He was the type of guy who would marry a woman and demand she stay at home so he could take care of her. But right now, as he teased and taunted her, I felt my insides clenching and crossed my legs to hide my desire.

"Yes," she said, wrapping her arms around herself. The crowd around her was waiting with their breaths held.

She gasped when Tommy, the burly bouncer, grabbed her by the waist and lifted her onto the betting table.

Her new position allowed us to see every inch of her naked body. She must be in her early twenties. Her skin was smooth and soft and her lips parted in a soft 'oh' that made her look even more desirable. She crossed her legs in embarrassment and had wrapped and arm around her breasts to cover her perky nipples.

"Mary," Trevor's voice was a growl of warning that vibrated through the room.

She looked around and realized that she had captured the attention of every men and women in the casino. "What do I do?" she asked, her voice trembling as much as her fingers.

"Turn around and open your legs wide," he ordered.

She took a deep breath and turned around on all fours.

"Lie down," he instructed.

"Yes, sir," she whimpered, trembling in a mixture of fear and arousal.

"Tie her wrists and ankles," he said, suddenly looking at me. My brain wouldn't focus and I started at him numbly. I felt like I was in a dream; everything was so surreal and unbelievable. He must have seen the apprehension in my eyes, since he repeated the instruction slowly.

My body surged into action and I quickly pulled the tablecloths we had hidden beneath the table and used it to tie her hands and feet to the edges of the table. It was surreal to feel such soft skin on my fingertips. I lingered on her ankles and had to be tougher, since she was fighting against me on my last knot.

The last knot pulled her leg wide open and allowed everyone a perfect view of her dark red clit.

I couldn't look away even if I wanted to.

"Like what you see, Casey?" my boss asked, his voice a deep murmur that made me tremble.

"Yes, sir," I replied honestly.

He looked stunned for a moment, then quickly regained his composure. "You're going to enjoy the show, then," he said.

Office Domination

(Exhibitionism, Public Humiliation, BDSM)

Daisy Rose

Alice Starling thinks she is prepared for the interview with notoriously eccentric multimillionaire, Caleb Stone. That is, until she walks into the office and sees him pinning a woman against the wall, firm fingers buried deep inside her as she writhes and moans in pleasure.

Unbeknownst to Alice, her interview with the dominating businessman is about to veer into uncharted territory. For each question he answers, she had to complete a unconventional, perverse task, ranging from strolling around the office in just her underwear, to walking to the coffee shop with vibrators inside her.

And she has a lot of questions...

Exclusive Interview

"You're an hour early," the receptionist said in a dull monotone that was not unlike raking sharp fingernails over a blackboard.

"It's alright. I'll wait," I said graciously. I ignored her look of disapproval as I made myself comfortable on the pristine white couches opposite the reception area. She seemed one of those people who was stuck in a perpetual pms but will mellow out as long as I continued to drown her in my optimism.

I flashed her a bright smile that unnerved her a little. She frowned, but the corner of her lips moved ever-so-slight upwards, the muscles almost straining from the unfamiliarity of the motion. Maybe she was just having a really bad day.

I turned my phone to silent mode and started looking through the notes I had saved over the past week. It wasn't that I hadn't finished preparing for the interview. If anything, I would say I had over-prepared for it.

Not only had I pulled up his history all the way to his date and place of birth (July 31st, 1979 and Baltimore, Maryland), I had gotten so far as to list down all his past relationships and individual reasons of why each relationship failed.

The receptionist's sour mood was probably due to being one of his recent flings. In the five years since he had commanded the business, he had dated twenty or so women. She should have known what she had gotten herself into.

I couldn't blame her for falling for his charms. Even looking through his pictures online was enough to make my knees go weak. The phrase, "sex god" came to mind every time I saw a picture of him.

Even as I sat in the lush reception area of the skyscraper, I wasn't sure why I had been chosen to do the interview for his most recent business expansion into China. I wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth and start asking questions I didn't want the answers to.

The tabloids enjoyed focusing on his love life despite his massive success in other fields. And it was his own damn fault. He scoffed at any chance of being interviewed and remained a recluse in a business where connections meant everything. The fact that he could be so successful in spite of that was a testament to his skill and expertise. People went to him. Not the other way 'round.

"You're the writer from the magazine?"

I looked up at the receptionist, surprised by her sudden desire to get to know me.

"Yeah," I said with a slight blush. I hadn't quite gotten used to being called a writer just yet. Two years ago, I was a starving physicist, unable to make heads or tails of the paper I had been slaving on for far too long.

It was sheer luck that brought me to Brock, the founder of the small magazine publication company. I had contributed articles to his magazine only twice before he decided to hire me full-time. I rode the wave of success with the company and was now the primary writer for the Entrepreneur Reaches International.

"I'm Lindsey," she offered a hand over the counter and I stood up to shake her hand.

"Alice Starling."

"It's nice to meet you, Ms. Starling," her voice was smooth and sultry now that she had mellowed slightly. It has a sensual hint to it that curled in the pit of my stomach not altogether uncomfortably.

When I shook her hand, electric sizzles coursed from where our fingers touched and I had to remind myself not to flinch and pull back. Her fingers twirled over her curly long hair and she flashed me a bright smile that went all the way to my loins.

My gaydar started beeping off the charts. I blushed a beet red from the sensual look she was giving me. She looked as if she was ready to eat me right up. The smile removed years from her age. Lindsey was in her late thirties, but looked to be no more than thirty.

"I hope I'll be seeing a lot more of you in the next few hours," she said mysteriously, her beautiful crystal blue eyes glinting with mischief. She had the look of a little girl keeping a secret.

Before I could ask her anymore questions, a smooth, masculine voice vibrated through the intercom on her desk, "Is Ms. Starling here, Lindsey?"

She glanced at me apologetically before answering, "Yes, Mr. Stone. Would you like me to send her in?"

"Not yet," he said, sounding a little breathless.

I felt my heart beat faster when I heard an unmistakable moan from inside the office. My surprise must have showed on my expression. The smirk on Lindsay's face grew wider.

"Ask her if she wants an exclusive," he continued. The moan in the background continued to increase, compounding my curiosity and confusion.

She smirked wickedly. "Of course, sir."

"Send her in after she signs everything."

Right before the intercom was cut, I heard the sound of a smack from flesh striking flesh. I gasped but quickly caught my composure and tried to remain unperturbed.

There was an unmistakable threat in the command. There was something he wanted me to agree to before we meet and if I choose not to sign, I had to turn back and call this a lost cause. I knew that I was going to sign whatever he wanted me to without question. As much as our magazine had grown over the years, an interview with Mr. Stone was sure to multiple our sales tenfold, especially since he was notorious for hiding from the press.

"Do you drink, Ms. Starling?" she asked, standing up and swaying sensually towards the bar at the other end of the reception area.

"Excuse me?" I asked, unsure if I had heard her right the first time.

"Do you imbibe alcohol?" she asked again, amusement clear in her voice. She ran her fingers over the dangling glasses hanging from the ceiling carefully, clinking the wine glasses together like a swinging chandelier.

"Only when I'm not on the clock," I demurred.

"Come now," she picked a gold-rimmed glass from the selection and poured a full glass. "A drink would do you good for whichever option you choose later."

She was probably right. I needed to relax if she was going to throw me into a 'do-or-die' situation. Well, my life wasn't necessarily on the line, but it felt like it was.

I stared at the glass suspiciously, but thought it rude to say. "Thank you," I took it from her hand gingerly, making sure to keep my fingers from brushing against hers.

"As you might know already, Mr. Stone is an... eccentric man," she started, picking up her own glass from behind the counter. I couldn't help but stare at her shapely behind as she leaned over the counter to reach her glass.

She smiled at me when she turned around, her gaze dropping a little lower to study me in detail. I looked down at my unimpressive buttoned shirt and black slacks. Brock used to nag me about how I dressed like a man but he had long since given up. As long as I did good work behind the computer, it mattered little what I wore.

The soft music from the speakers calmed me, as did the smooth whiskey in the glass. I had assumed she poured me wine until the sharp bite of much stronger 80 proof alcohol reached my throat.

"I've heard of the rumors," I admitted. "It wouldn't matter though," I added hastily, worried that she had misjudged my reason for being here. "I'm not here to get some gossip about Mr. Stone. The only questions I am interested in are business related."

"Of course," she said, grabbing my wrists in a way that was both gentle and firm as she guided me to the seating area. "Have a seat."

I squirmed on the edge of my seat and stared at her perfect long legs as she crossed them. "One thing you should know getting in is that Mr. Stone never does favors without something in return."

My breath caught in my throat. If he was looking for monetary compensation, we weren't quite ready for that. I don't think our entire month's gross revenue was enough to cover his hourly fee. Perhaps I had bitten off more than I can chew when I agreed to this assignment.

Not only did I not have a background in journalism, I wasn't well-versed in negotiations either. I had came to the interview with the assumption that he would answer my questions and we would be done and over with.

"It's not money he's after," she continued, hitting the nail on the head, and I let out the breath I was holding. She smiled when she saw my look of relief. "Mr. Stone has more money than he knows what to do with."

"Then what is it?" I asked, feeling compelled to add to the conversation.

"Mr. Stone is curious about how much he can push a normal person over the edge," she explains cryptically.

"What exactly does that mean?" I didn't turn into a writer for a magazine by allowing people to be mysterious.

"It means, he would probably ask you to do a number of tasks that will challenge you both emotionally and physically," she continued. "This conversation must remain between the two of us," she said abruptly, as if she had forgotten what I did for a living. "The only thing that makes it into the magazine is the answers Mr. Stone gives you for your questions."

"Of course," I frowned.

"Good," she leans forward to pull a sheet of paper from under the couch, her plunging dress gaping wide to give me a eyeful of her perfect cleavage and erect nipples. She was not wearing any underwear. "This is a waiver that says you are in full control of your actions for the next two hours. You are allowed to stop at any time you wish, but any materials you have procured beforehand would not be publishable."

I stared at her, completely lost as to why we were going through all the trouble.

"What sort of tasks?" I asked, my mind short circuiting as I tried to grasp at something that was familiar. I skimmed through the paper as I waited for her to answer, but it revealed nothing she hadn't already said.

I did not like what I was hearing. I needed to sign a piece of paper that allowed him to ask me to do specific tasks, but if I decided to say no, I wouldn't be able to interview him anymore?

A part of me told me this wasn't worth it, but I wanted, needed to know.

"You will know once you meet Mr. Stone. Please be reminded, once again, that you are allowed to say no at any given time," she reminded dutifully. "No one will think less of you."

The way she said it made it sound like a challenge and she was just expecting me to fail.

"I guess I'll find out how far I can go then," I said with false bravado, pulling my own pen from my purse and signing at the bottom of the paper. What's the worst that could happen?

Had I known the tasks he meant for me to do, I would have run in the opposite direction in record speed. Instead, I stayed firmly seated. I was confident of any psychological game he had installed for me in the office.

"Good," she watched with entertained eyes as I inhaled the rest of my drink. I didn't give her the satisfaction of reacting to the burning alcohol sliding down my throat and settling in my empty stomach. I wish I had eaten something. "Mr. Stone will see you now," she slid back into her seat behind the counter and turned her complete attention to the computer. I knew I was dismissed.

I stared at the door behind her and took a deep breath before marching towards it. What kind of weird social experiment was he running in the room?

I suddenly remembered the soft moan I had heard through the intercom earlier and I imagined he had his previous interviewer chained up in there like some sort of perverted kinky dungeon role play. I shook my head and told myself to stop being silly. I should have asked Lindsay when I had the chance. It was too late now.

Mr. Caleb Stone was a professional businessman. A drop dead gorgeous one, to be sure, but efficient and professional nevertheless.

It took a moment for me to gather my wits and enter the office. I closed the door behind me carefully before turning to study the scene in front of me.

Soft moan reached my ears before anything else. When I turned to the source of the noise, the last thing I expected to see was the Greek god in an Armani suit pinning a woman against the wall, firm fingers buried deep inside her as she writhed and moaned in pleasure.

"Mr. Caleb?" my trembling voice escaped my lips before I could think properly. I wanted to take my words back before the sound waves reached his ears, but that was impossible.

At the sound of his name, he turned to me and studied me coldly, fingers pumping in and out of the helpless woman in her underwear with a precision and deliberation that made my knees weak. Her cheeks blushed red from embarrassment when she saw that they had a visitor.

"Ohh!" she moaned when his fingers went deep inside her. Eyes still focused completely on me, he pulled the woman's bra down to reveal her perfect, perky breasts. Her nipples were quickly erect the moment they were exposed to the open air and she arched her body upwards when his fingers touched her nipples.

She tried to mover her hands up and cover her breasts, but his hand was in her way as he massaged her breasts expertly. She writhed and moaned, her mind completely overwhelmed by the sensations of his fingers on her.

Her face was still colored with embarrassment and I knew I should look away, but that as impossible as asking a cat to stay away from catnip.

My face was as red as hers as I stared at the scene in front of me. There was a stirring in my loins and I shifted in my spot soundlessly.

His fingers disappeared into her folds, wet squelching noise filling the vast lush office. She twitched and convulsed in pleasure, unable to control the way her body reacted to his fingers on her nearly naked body.

His gaze trapped me in place and when I finally found my wits and spoke, my voice was a trembling whimper that left no doubt the effect his dominance on the woman had on me.

"I umm... I should go..."

I had barely turned around to walk back out the door when his voice reached my ears, decisive and leaving no room for discussion.

"Take a seat. I will be with you shortly."

Watch Her Scream

"It's okay. I'll come back some other time," was what I meant to say, but my brain was not cooperating with my lips. Or my legs for that matter. I was moving almost in a trance towards the couch in the middle of the vast expanse that he called his office.

I couldn't tear my eyes away from the couple long enough to study my surrounding. Her moans filled my ears as he ravaged her body, pumping his fingers in and out of her expertly as he played with her nipple, rolling the sensitive nub between his thumb and fingers.

"Do you like being watched, slut?" he growled, his voice a deep lustful vibration that went straight to my lady bits. I crossed my legs, feeling a wetness beginning to grow there already.

The nonchalant way he had addressed me while he was finger fucking her had turned me on immensely. Everything about him was magnetic. I watched as he continued to tease her clit with his thumb while thrusting his fingers inside her wet pussy.

"Tell me," he commanded, fingers pushed knuckle deep inside her as he pinched down on her nipple and pulled.

"Ahh... yess!" she screamed, arching her body towards him.

A delicious chill ran though me, igniting every nerve, every vessel in my body. He turned to me in an instant, as if he could feel the change in me.

Her hands started moving to his trousers, looking for the straining member between his legs. "I want to touch you too," she begged, her voice a whimper.

He stopped moving and turned to look at her dead on the eyes. "No," he said in a deep authoritative voice that vibrated through the air.

She froze up, hands hovering awkwardly just above his pants.

"I don't let dirty cunts touch me," he growled. "I want you to cum from just my fingers," he demanded.

She threw her head back and moaned when his fingers started pumping in her in quick succession. She was panting and moaning, unable to catch her breath as he alternated between pinching her right and left nipples while filing her tight pussy with his long fingers.

"Do you want to cum?" he asked.

"Yes!"

He paused and closed his lips to her ears, saying loud enough for me to hear, "Beg for it."

"Let me cum! Please!" she all but screamed, her eyes clenched shut, fingers fisting tightly over her sides as she tried to control her body's reaction.

"Louder."

"I want to cum!" she screamed, all sense of decency gone. It didn't matter who was watching or hearing her. All that matter was release.

"Good girl," he said. "Say it again."

"I want to cum! God! I want to cum so bad!" she screamed, melting in his sensual attack on her pussy and nipples. She was grinding on his fingers, moving with a jerky, ungraceful urgency.

He moved his hand further down, pushing her until her hips was flush against the wall, stopping her from gyrating to his fingers.

"Don't move," he ordered, pulling his fingers out of her.

When she continued to move her lower body, desperate keening noises coming from her lips in a feeble attempt to get him to touch her again, he pulled his hands back and spanked her between her legs, hitting right at her clit.

She screamed and jumped a little, closing her thighs together automatically.

"Spread your legs," he ordered.

With a soft whimper, she obliged. He pushed her panties to the side again, exposing her pink lips and pinning the soft flesh to one side, then started spanking her clit mercilessly.

Her thighs twitched and jerked as she fought the urge to close her legs together. Each time her panties seemed to close over to her swollen pussy lips, offering her a short reprieve from his punishing spanks, he would adjust the panties so that he could spank her lips bare.

Her breasts bounced and swayed with the intensity of her movements and her nipples were rock hard.

"You belong to me," he said finally, and instead of spanking her clit again when he adjusted the fabric of her panties, three of his fingers pressed deep inside her moist pussy.

"I'm your dirty little slut!" she responded automatically.

"Good girl," he said, pinching her nipple and twisting.

Her lips opened wide in a soundless scream of pleasure and her body shuddered at the intensity of her orgasm. He kept his fingers buried deep in her tight pussy as she convulsed and twitched in pleasure, fingers and toes curled tightly.

When she finally relaxed, he relaxed his hold on her. "That's all for today," he said abruptly, pulling his fingers from her gracefully.

Without him pinning him to the wall, she slid downwards on her weakened legs and crumpled on the floor. Her jaw slack from the lethargy of orgasm and her legs were spread wide open so I could spy her throbbing clit between them. I could still see the opening in her pussy where his fingers had been.

He went over to his desk and wiped his fingers on the towel, ignoring her completely even as she looked at him with desperation in her eyes. She was too exhausted to get up, but he was not keen on helping.

"Get on your feet and leave, now," he said when he finally noticed she was still there, panties pulled to the side so we could still see her pussy lips, reddened from the treatment he had given her earlier. "I'll see you again next week," he said.

Trembling slightly, she pulled herself up and got dressed, hurrying out of the room with her clothes askew and her legs still wobbly from the blood humming in her veins.

"Now," Caleb Stone sat opposite me on the couch, eagle eyes focused completely on me. "Have Lindsay briefed you on how this interview will proceed?"

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I nodded numbly, not trusting my voice.

"Good," he smiled brightly, and I almost melted into my seat.

"Shall we get started then?" God. I sound breathless already. Stop being so desperate.

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