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“Yes, sir.” Oh, please don’t make me do that!
“Well then, stand up and turn around.”
She could barely move to her feet, her legs were shaking so fiercely that she could hardly maintain her balance. And once she managed to turn around, she felt the men’s eyes focus directly on her bared breasts.
She turned her face away in shame.
“She has a fine body,” Mr. Jones commented, a haughty arrogance in that pronouncement.
“Indeed,” Mr. Darcy agreed. “You should be proud of what you have, Shelby. Look at me.”
She could just barely meet his gaze. A nervous hand brushed away a lock of hair, revealing more clearly the blush that turned her cheeks pink.
“You will survive this, Shelby,” he assured her. “I know that Mr. Jones and I will both enjoy your performance. Raise your skirt, come on now. Play with yourself until you come. We want to see your face when the orgasm peaks inside your body. Nothing could be more profound for a man than to witness that.”
Her intense humiliation seemed to have the same arousing effect on her as pain and punishment and forced sex. All objections seemed to fall away, and she raised her skirt, moving her slim fingers between her outer labia until they finally reached her sex bud. She gently rubbed the sensitive tissue, finding the sensuous waves of pleasure igniting almost instantly.
“Look at me,” her owner ordered. By then, there was not a second’s hesitation. Shelby’s eyes came to rest on Darcy’s craggy face. Though her embarrassment knew no bounds, this act of submission was a pleasure all its own. To stare into the man’s eyes and know that he’d taken control of her made her humble. That fact that their fate together was irrevocably sealed and she belonged to him made her feel safe. That he owned her every thought and action turned her body hot with lust. With a suddenness that nearly knocked her off her feet, the fiery sensations centering in her clitoris burst outward and consumed her in a spasming climax. She moaned, as her wet pussy ground against her hand, then with back arched she gave up a silent cry.
As the spasms finally died off, Shelby slumped to the floor, feeling as if she’d been laid bare, the very darkness of her soul exposed for what it was. She could have used his assurance in that vulnerable moment. Just the touch of his hand, a kind word, a kiss on the cheek.
“She seems to be an adaptable little creature, I’m sure quite serviceable,” she heard Mr. Jones speak first. “The youthful blush on those rosy cheeks will certainly attract some fans.”
“Exactly what I was thinking,” Mr. Darcy replied, then to her directly: “So, Shelby, I think you’ve shown me all I need to see for now. You can go back to work. Mr. Jones and I have business to discuss, and I’m sure you have much to do.”
Her heart reached out to him, tugging him toward her with a look of utter longing.
“Sir, please—”
“I said back to your desk, Shelby. You have reports waiting there to be typed. You’ll be here all night if you don’t get started now. Let’s hope your ass is still smarting from the punishment. If not, maybe you need more motivation.”
“Oh, no, sir!” She picked herself up off the floor, then quickly buttoned her blouse and swiped her bra from the floor. “I’m sure I have enough motivation,” she said. “I’ll get started right away.”
Tucking her wild emotions back in place, she exited the office door and dove enthusiastically into the projects on her desk.
There were so many interruptions that afternoon that Shelby had to work through dinner to complete the files on her desk. Mr. Darcy had left with Mr. Jones at seven, giving her clear instructions that she was not to leave until she finished. At nearly nine o’clock, when he returned to the office alone, she had still not completed the complicated contract he’d left for her.
She looked up on hearing him enter, “I’m sorry, sir. I still have a few more pages to do…” Bleary-eyed, she returned to her typing without finishing her statement.
“Shelby.” The quiet timbre of his voice jerked her immediately from her task.
“Sir?” She looked up.
His eyes were strangely soft now, almost luminescent in the glow from the office lights. The effect was curiously soothing. By comparison, the computer screen practically burned her eyes.
“Close the file and come with me.”
“Sir?”
“Close the file, and come with me,” he repeated.
“Yes, sir, certainly.” Her breath was suddenly shallow, her heart racing fast. It did so often in the man’s presence, but this time there was something very different about his order. It didn’t seem like an order at all but kindness. She moved from her desk where he reached out with his hand and took hers, leading her through his office door and into the private apartment, which was accessed through a secret door in the rosewood paneling. She’d known for weeks that the apartment was there. Darcy had told her so, though she’d never seen it, nor had she known exactly what he used it for.
His plan was almost obvious from the beginning, though she dared not assume that being allowed into this inner sanctuary would actually mean what she hoped it would. Excited beyond words, she shivered nervously in her high heeled shoes waiting for the big secret to be revealed. After Mr. Darcy tripped the unseen lock and the sliding panel was pulled aside, Shelby gazed in electrified wonder at the vast space that opened up before her. The cozy sitting room, the glittering bar and the enormous bed along the far wall were almost more titillation than her sex-hungry body could withstand.
“Sit down, Shelby,” he motioned her to the soft leather couch.
Darcy made her a drink, and while he stood by the side of the bar, she sat primly on the edge of her seat, much too nervous to relax. Her mind kept wandering toward the bed behind her, but she didn’t dare look. Instead, she carefully sipped the drink, not liking its sour taste in the slightest – this might have been the first hard liquor she’d ever tasted. However, once she consumed half of the drink, she found her body warming and her nerves quelled. With the warm glow magically melting away her fear, she drank the rest more quickly, wanting to slip even deeper into this pleasantly altered state.
