Page 41 of His Naughty Secretary

“That’s it, take it all,” Louis encouraged, his tone both soothing and commanding. His words sent a new surge of lust through me, spurring me on to suck harder, deeper, my tongue swirling around him with eager abandon.

“Such a good little slut,” Martin said, his grip tightening around my hand, urging me to move faster. “You love this, don’t you? Being used like this?”

Yes, I thought, grateful that I didn’t have to speak it out loud. I could feel an orgasm building, an unstoppable tide rising higher and higher with each thrust, each stroke, each command. I was lost in a frenzy of sensation, every nerve ending alight with pleasure and pain.

“Fuck, I can feel it. She’s gonna come,” Kevin announced, his voice strained with effort and arousal. “She’s so close.”

“Let her,” Louis replied, his own voice thick with need. “Let our little whore come for us.”

And then it happened. My body convulsed, muscles tightening and releasing in a series of uncontrollable spasms. Wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over me, leaving me breathless and trembling. I lost count of how many times I came, each orgasm blending into the next in a haze of pure, unadulterated bliss.

Through it all, Joseph’s presence loomed large in my mind. I could feel his eyes on me, watching, evaluating, even as I surrendered completely to the junior executives. His control remained absolute, his power undeniable though the hands on me belonged to his minions.

Amidst the dark, forbidden ordeal, I felt valued. Loved, even. Joseph had orchestrated the punishment—all of it, the agony of the paddling and the degradation of the gang bang—as a way to show his care for me, as twisted as it might seem to anyone outside this office. My certainty of his unwavering gaze provided a strange sense of comfort, a reminder that I belonged to him, that I was his.

Submission. Obedience. And independence. Yes. Because with my own free will—without even the help of the compliance wand—I had accepted my master’s discipline. My master… my boss… the man I loved.

“Good girl,” Martin cooed, his voice softer now, almost affectionate. “You’re taking us so well.”

“She’s perfect,” Kevin agreed, his thrusts slowing as he savored the last remnants of my climax. “Absolutely perfect.”

“Remember this, Ingrid,” Louis added, his tone laced with both warning and praise. “Remember who you belong to.”

Joseph, I thought, the name echoing in my mind like a mantra, alongside please. Please, Joseph. Please, sir.

Despite everything—the pain, the humiliation, the overwhelming pleasure—it was Joseph’s presence that anchored me, his control that held me together.

Louis and Martin lifted me from the coffee table, their hands firm, restraining, unyielding as they adjusted my position. My body seemed like a live wire, every nerve ending aflame with sensation. Kevin lay down on his back, his cock rigid and commanding. They lowered me onto him, guiding me until he was buried deep inside my pussy. Kevin’s grip on my hips was possessive, his eyes dark with lust.

“Her mouth is mine,” Martin growled, his voice a rough edge against the backdrop of my moans. “I want to come down her throat.”

Louis positioned himself behind me, spreading my cheeks to expose my already vulnerable anus. I gasped as he pushed inside, the stretch and burn melding into an overwhelming mix of pain and pleasure. Martin moved in front of me, his cock inches from my lips, teasing, taunting.

“Open up, whore,” he sneered, and despite the degradation, a shiver of arousal coursed through me. I parted my lips, taking him into my mouth, my tongue swirling around the head of his cock.

They moved in a synchronized rhythm, each thrust driving me further into a state of pure sensation. Kevin’s cock filled me completely, while Louis’s relentless penetration in my ass had me teetering on the edge of sanity. Martin’s cock slid in and out of my mouth, his taste mingling with the salty tang of my tears and sweat.

“Look at her,” Louis panted. “She’s fucking loving this.”

“That’s because she knows who she belongs to,” Kevin replied, his voice hoarse with pleasure.

Even as they used me, my mind’s eye sought out Joseph, invisible to me past the looming bodies of his junior executives. He remained seated in his chair, a silent sentinel watching over the debauchery he had decreed. In my imagination, his piercing blue eyes locked onto mine, and despite the chaos around me I felt a profound sense of belonging.

My world shrank to the sensations: the fullness of Kevin inside my pussy, the brutal invasion of Louis in my ass, the demanding thrusts of Martin in my mouth. Each touch, each movement, drew me further into a realm where thought ceased to exist, replaced by raw, primal pleasure.

“Fuck, she’s squeezing so tight,” Kevin groaned, his fingers digging into my hips as he held me steady for Louis’ punishing thrusts in my bottom.

“Isn’t that right, little whore?” Martin taunted, pulling back to let me answer.

“Yes,” I gasped around him, my voice barely more than a breathless whisper. “I need it. I need all of you.”

Good girl, came Joseph’s imagined voice again, as if he had pressed his lips to my ear, the words so clear that I knew he hadn’t actually spoken.

Time lost meaning as they continued to use me, my body responding with a series of uncontrollable climaxes. Each orgasm tore through me, leaving me trembling and weak, yet hungry for more. I floated somewhere beyond the physical plane, my spirit untethered even as my flesh remained bound to their desires.

“Almost there,” Kevin grunted, his movements growing erratic.

“Me too,” Louis echoed, his grip tightening on my waist.

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