Office Training Goes Home (The Boss's Pet, #2) Read Free

thigh and moved higher, inching her skirt up. His hard arousal lay against her ass as He pressed her hips back against His. Warm lips touched her neck while His hand captured her breast, massaging her until her nipple hardened even more at his touch, immediately pressing the sharp points of the nipple ring deeper into her flesh.
    She couldn’t help but let a moan of pain slip out.
    “I’m glad my slut wasn’t late for our meeting. You know how I hate it when you disobey
    me.” He moved them to the edge of the large waist-high table and pressed her forward to lay flat onto the table, positioning her hands out to the sides.
    “You know better than to move an inch.” Both his hands now caressed her outer thighs,
    inching her skirt up over her hips to expose her ass to his view. She heard him groan as He stared at her bare ass, her silk thong pressed between her cheeks, holding in her plug and she waited for further instructions. The waiting made her slippery and He knew it.
    “Spread your feet, slut. You know you want to show Me how much you’ve seeped in the last hour. And arch your back so I can better see your wet thong.”
    He sniffed the air.
    Humility consumed her, but its part of what made her do this, knowing He had total control as long as she allowed it. She did as instructed and stepped as far apart as her legs would go, her high heels arching her back even more. As she tipped her hips, she felt so exposed as the silk thong moved between her lips. She heard His intake of breath the moment He saw the same
    thing.
    Again she waited. And waited, sensing His gaze as it moved over her rounded cheeks and
    thong between them. She clenched her muscles around the training plug which then moved
    inside her.
    Suddenly but ever so slowly, a hot tongue moved along crotch of her thong, making her
    gasp. The pleasure of His hot tongue engulfed her and she reveled in it, allowing herself to moan with the pleasure. Before she realized it, the oak paddle smacked hard against her tender cheeks, then once more. Pain brought tears to her eyes.
    She dared not cry out.
    “My pet….you DO know what that was for, correct?”
    She whimpered. “Yes, Master. I allowed my emotions to be audible without permission, Sir.
    I’m sorry. I will be more respectful in the future and not let them be heard until you request it.”
    “That’s better, slut.”
    She bit her lower lip, hoping she would soon feel His hot tongue on her again, but instead, He twisted the plug and pressed it further, back and forth. He twisted in one direction, then the other, ever so slowly and it took all she had not to let her pleasures be heard. Nor could she move with the pleasure of His ministrations; that was also forbidden until she was given permission.
    She bit her lower lip to silence her pleasure. Then slowly, two fingers made their way past her thong and deep between her wet lips to swirl around inside, twisting her world in ecstasy.
    “You may move your hips, slut, but I don’t want to hear even one whimper from you. And
    you may NOT cum either!”
    Just being allowed to swirl her hips with the inner movement of His fingers was heaven. She clawed at the table with the pleasure of it, wishing she could cum to release all the built up tension He’d created. But now, just as quickly as it started, He pulled out and left her standing bent over the table. She gasped breaths of air and tried to control her ragged breathing, trying to stave off the climax while she waited for his next order.
    He was putting something around her waist, then fitted a small rounded objected inside her thong and between her lips directly over her clit, while the cord was placed between her cheeks and connected to the cord around her waist. Again, she was excited to find out what He had placed on her. His imagination was indeed what kept their excitement going.
    “Stand up and face me, slut, but don’t attempt to lower your skirt.” This she did, and kept her eyes lowered,