Puppet On A String by Lizbeth Dusseau Read Free Book Online Page B

paddle, the sensuous feelings did not abate. She ground her hips wantingly into the edge of the desk, knowing that another climax was just moments away. If he’d stopped to massage her ass again she would have exploded. But Mr. Darcy must have known her urgent desire because the paddle continued to rain down blows against her bottom until the scorching sting became too much to bear. “No! No!, please, sir please!” she screeched. “Nonononono…” she stomped her feet in anger.
           All thoughts of pleasure had retreated, hiding in wait for another merciful reprieve.
           But as he ignored her escalating cries for mercy, she warred inside herself. To run would be catastrophic – she imagined his fury yanking her back to face more pain. And yet to stay and suffer as she was seemed just as impossible with each succeeding smack. About to make a rash bolt for the door, he suddenly stopped and pressed his hand to her crotch, working his fingers into her pussy and rubbing her hard against her clit. Her body instantly grabbed back the erotic fervor from earlier in the session, her mind screaming for joy as the pleasure washed through her again. Oh, yes, yes yes ! her silent cry.
           Suddenly, he withdrew his hand and shot off a new command. “Stand up!”
           “Sir?” Almost lost to a powerful orgasm, she whimpered hearing the abrupt order.
           “You heard me, Shelby!”
           She straightened and turned around with her entire body venting lust. She sensed the urgency of his own arousal reaching out to her, making her want to drop to her knees before him and take his cock inside her mouth, but she was not that bold. He turned the moment back on her with his next order:
           “I want to see you get off with your own fingers.”  
           Had she been able to see her face, she would have seen it drain of color first, then turn bright red seconds later.
           “Oh, I couldn’t!” she immediately reacted, while any erotic feelings rapidly dwindled away.  
           “Of course, you can.” He stepped back further, sitting down in an easy chair in the corner of his office where he waited for her to respond. For a long time she stared at him in shocked silence.
           “But, Mr. Darcy, you have a meeting now!” she finally blurted out.
           “Do I?” he glanced at his watch. “Ah. I almost forgot. All the better. Go on and let Mr. Jones in. I’m sure he’d like to see this too.”
           “Oh, no, Mr. Darcy, I couldn’t do that. I couldn’t, I swear.” She’d been holding up her skirt and immediately pushed it down to cover her privates and restore some dignity – scant as it was, considering that her sex juices were making an embarrassing trip down her inner thigh.
           “I’m surprised,
Shelby
,” his voice turned grave and filled with disappointment. “I would have thought by now that you’d know the price of defying me. This is not for you to think about, for you to decide if you’ll obey. You do as you’re told. That has been our agreement from the start of your employment, and it is certainly not going to change because I demand something of you that may initially be difficult. If you wish to remain employed here, if you wish our relationship to continue, you’ll follow my orders regardless of the embarrassment or pain they may cause you. Now be a good girl and raise your skirt just as it was before, go to the door and show Mr. Jones inside.”
          
Shelby
trembled before the man she’d grown to adore, uncertain and questioning. She hesitated much too long for a woman who’d been trained to react immediately. However this time, the man seemed content to wait out her few moments of indecision. Finally, there seemed to be nothing else that she could do. Although the blush across her face was real and filled with shame, she managed to raise her skirt again, move toward the