Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 60059 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60059 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
My hand drifted toward my pussy without conscious thought, and I had to bite my lip hard to stop myself. The need was overwhelming, a constant ache that Scott’s earlier use had only temporarily satisfied. Even now, I could see the evidence of his mastery on my inner thighs, and the sight made me clench with fresh desire.
I forced myself to walk to the bathroom, hyperaware of every movement, of the cameras tracking my naked form. The toilet seat was cold against my punished bottom, making me wince. As I relieved myself, I tried not to think about Scott watching this most private moment, tried not to imagine him sitting at his computer, observing my humiliation with that intense gaze.
When I reached for the toilet paper, I tried to be clinical, efficient. But the moment the soft tissue touched my pussy, I couldn’t suppress the cry that escaped me. Even that light contact sent sparks through my oversensitive clit, making my whole body clench with need. I had to grip the edge of the counter to steady myself, my breathing ragged as I finished cleaning myself with trembling hands.
The belt waited on the bathroom counter where I’d left it. I picked it up with resignation, working the leather back into position. The moment it pressed against me, down there, though, I felt my inner muscles clench involuntarily, a fresh wave of arousal making me bite down hard on my lip. The pressure was maddening—not enough to provide relief, but more than enough to remind me of my desperate state. With shaking hands, I fastened the clasps, hearing them click into place with that awful finality. The electronic lock engaged with its soft beep, sealing me once again into this torment.
I walked back to the living room on unsteady legs, each step making the leather shift against me in ways that sent little sparks through my core. The tablet waited on the coffee table, and I knew I couldn’t delay any longer. Four days of this. Four days of watching without relief. The thought alone made me want to sob.
I settled onto the sofa, pulling my legs up beneath me in a futile attempt to find a position where the belt didn’t press quite so insistently. The NMB logo filled the screen as I navigated to the folder Scott had assigned. Three video files waited: Leah’s First Cock, Training Day, and Public Display. Even the titles made my face burn.
I pressed play on the first video before I could lose my nerve.
CHAPTER 16
Scott
I had a mountain of reading to do before my meeting Monday with the heads of Strategy and Finance, but it was the weekend and I decided devoting an hour more to the bewitching Grace Whitcomb represented a better investment of my time. If I hadn’t already figured out that I’d started to fall for Grace, that decision—more of a necessity, frankly—would have tipped me off. But the sheer heat of our encounter that morning, the lingering sense-memory in my cock of her sweet pussy clenching around me as she came… they had already made it abundantly clear that my feelings of attraction, and affection, were only getting stronger.
Really I hadn’t even meant to fuck her, but she had looked absolutely irresistible with her panties over her face and my hardness had gotten the better of me. I didn’t regret it in the slightest though. I had no reason not to go all in with Grace—I would claim her completely, and we would see what came of it after that. On the other hand, I wanted to make certain that when I took that final step and gave her the pussy-whipping and bottom-fucking she so clearly needed, it would represent the step forward for her that it should.
I maximized the video window and manipulated the cameras in Grace’s apartment to give me three different images, in split screen: the video on Grace’s tablet on the left side and Grace’s face on the right, with a medium shot of Grace’s whole, lovely, nearly naked body underneath. The chastity belt had been a very good idea: my sweet intern looked simultaneously innocent and extremely naughty clad only in its leather confinement.
On Grace’s screen, I watched Leah’s story begin, in the episode called Leah’s First Cock.
The screen showed a modest living room, the kind you’d find in any small Midwestern town. Leah sat on a floral sofa, her hands folded nervously in her lap. She wore the standard New Modesty style of clothing—a knee-length navy dress with a high collar, her blonde hair pulled back in a simple ponytail. The camera captured her youth perfectly—she couldn’t have been more than twenty-one, with that particular combination of innocence and budding awareness that our subscribers found irresistible.
Through the surveillance feed, I watched Grace’s face transform as she recognized something of herself in Leah. Her teeth caught her lower lip, a gesture I’d catalogued as one of her tells when she was fighting arousal. The belt was doing its job—I could see her thighs pressing together, seeking friction that the leather wouldn’t allow.