Page 40 of His Naughty Secretary

“Look at her squirm,” Martin observed, his brutality evident in the way he pinched my nipple, hard enough to make me gasp. He sauntered around the table, his eyes roving, clearly enjoying the power dynamics at play to the fullest.

My eyes darted to Joseph, sitting in his luxurious chair, watching the scene unfold with a calculated expression. A part of me sought his approval even as I fought against the humiliation washing over me in waves. I couldn’t tell whether I had it; his ice-blue eyes seemed unreadable, as if he had resolved to play this part of his Game only as a dispassionate observer.

“Don’t stop,” Kevin ordered, his fingers digging into the tender flesh where my thighs met my hips and pulling my focus away from my master’s gaze. The three of them took turns caressing every inch of my exposed body, their hands exploring with a thoroughness that left no part of me untouched. They squeezed my breasts, their fingers leaving marks on the pale skin, and kneaded my reddened bottom cheeks, reigniting the sting of Joseph’s punishment. They probed between the cheeks, seeking out the tiny flower where I had to receive Joseph’s massive hardness every night.

“More,” I heard myself say, the word slipping out before I could catch it. My cheeks flared with heat, but I couldn’t pretend I hadn’t meant it. I wanted my master to see how very much I could endure for him.

“That’s right, Ingrid,” Kevin said, his grin widening as he stood back to free his cock from his trousers. “You know what you want.”

As soon as Kevin’s hand left my thigh, Louis replaced it with his own, teasing my swollen clit with deft fingers. I bucked against his hand, my body arching off the coffee table in desperate response.

“She’s loving this,” Martin remarked, his voice a low growl as he unbuttoned his pants and pulled out his long, thin cock. He stroked himself, his eyes locked on mine, daring me to look away.

“Open wide,” Louis instructed, guiding his thick, short cock to my mouth. I obeyed, my lips parting instinctively as he pressed forward, the taste of him filling my senses.

“Good girl,” Kevin praised, his eyes dark with hunger as he watched me take Louis into my mouth. Meanwhile, Martin’s hands roamed over my body, squeezing and groping, each touch sending jolts of sensation through me.

Joseph’s silent presence in the background seemed somehow to speak in my mind, as if every degrading thing his junior executives said had his authority behind it.

Give her more, I imagined him saying, so vividly that I wondered if my master had in fact spoken aloud. Take her hard. Fill her up.

The ordeal had only just begun, but already I felt myself slipping into a realm where pain and pleasure intertwined, where my cries of anguish were indistinguishable from my moans of ecstasy. My body became a canvas for their exploration, painted with the colors of submission and dominance, each stroke a testament to their power and my submission.

Kevin’s grip on my thighs tightened, his fingers digging into my flesh as he spread me wide. The air of the office cooled the exposed, sensitive flesh of my smooth pussy, making me even more conscious of the heat there. I felt terribly bare before them, a spectacle of submission and arousal. Their every touch seemed like a brand on my trembling body.

“Me too,” Martin commanded me, his voice a brutal growl so that the monosyllables sent shivers down my spine. He thrust his cock toward me, the throbbing length demanding attention. He took my left hand roughly and wrapped my fingers around him to reinforce his lewd demand. The hardness pulsated under my touch as I began to stroke, suddenly eager to please and fearful of Martin’s wrath if I disobeyed.

“That’s it, little whore,” he spat, the words cutting through me like a hot knife. His cruel gaze bore into mine, green eyes searing with dominance. The insult ignited something deep inside, a forbidden thrill that made my core clench with need.

Louis had pulled his cock from between my lips, and he started to tease me with it. He brushed the tip over my lips as if to taunt me with a piece of candy he didn’t mean to let me eat.

“She’s eager,” Kevin remarked, amusement lacing his tone as he guided my other hand to Louis’ waiting cock. “Look at her licking her lips.”

The truth of his statement became undeniable as my lips parted, breath hitching at the scent and sight of their rigid penises. My mouth watered, tongue darting out to wet my lips as they teased me. The swollen heads brushed against my face, leaving trails of pre-cum on my cheeks and my chin that made my face flush with embarrassment.

“Please…” The word escaped unbidden once again, a desperate plea for mercy but also for more, for everything they had to offer. Despite the shame clawing at my insides, I couldn’t deny the intense arousal coursing through me.

I felt Joseph’s eyes on me. I wanted to show him… what? Submission? Obedience? Yes, but… independence, too? My mind reeled with the contrast for a moment, before the sensory storm of the gang bang ripped me back to the here and now of the coffee table, the office, and the three enormous men using me for their pleasure.

“Such a good little slut,” Louis murmured, his voice thick with lust as he pushed his cock against my lips. I opened eagerly, the taste of salt and musk filling my senses as I took him in, sucking greedily. The sensation of his cock sliding over my tongue, hitting the back of my throat, made my head spin with dizzying discomfort and arousal.

“Just a little whore, aren’t you, Ingrid?” Martin sneered, his hand tangling in my hair to guide my movements on his colleague’s penis. “Just a little cock-sucking whore.”

Whore, I thought helplessly, the word reverberating in my mind, stoking the fire between my thighs. I was their whore on loan, their borrowed plaything. My body responded with a fervor I couldn’t control, hips arching off the table, seeking contact, seeking release.

Kevin’s hands were relentless, his grip firm as he spread my knees even wider apart, exposing me completely. I felt his eyes devouring every inch of my exposed flesh, a predatory glint in his piercing gaze.

I whimpered, unable to suppress the desperate need building inside me. His fingers traced over my slick folds, teasing and torturing me before plunging deep within. My body arched off the coffee table, shamelessly seeking more.

“She needs it so bad,” Martin commented.

“Patience, little whore,” Louis interjected, changing his position to straddle my chest and keep thrusting his manhood between my lips. “You’ll get what you deserve in that wet cunt.” He pushed himself deeper into my mouth, filling it completely, muffling my cries of desperation.

Martin’s rough hand found its way to my own, wrapping my fingers around his throbbing erection. “Keep stroking,” he commanded, his voice a growl of raw desire. “Don’t stop.”

My head spun with the overwhelming sensations—Kevin’s fingers delving deeper, Louis’ cock stretching my mouth, Martin’s insistent guidance. I was drowning in a sea of lust and submission, barely able to keep track of who was where, doing what. All I could do was respond, surrendering completely to their demands.

“God, you’re tight,” Kevin groaned, finally replacing his fingers with the solid, pulsing length of his cock. He thrust into me with a force that sent shockwaves of pleasure through my entire being. I cried out around Louis, the sound muffled but unmistakable, as Kevin’s rhythm grew faster, harder.

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