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“Let’s finish her off,” Martin commanded, pushing deeper into my throat.

As they reached their peaks, I felt another climax building within me, unstoppable and all-consuming. The room faded away, replaced by a universe of pure, blinding ecstasy. I was no longer Ingrid Vogel, whether naughty or obedient, independent or submissive; I had become a vessel of pleasure, a conduit for their lust.

When it finally ended, they lifted me from the coffee table and left me curled up on the couch, barely aware of their leaving one by one. Exhaustion weighed heavily on me, but a soft, warm pressure settled over my shoulders: Joseph’s suit coat, a symbol of his protection, his ownership. He gathered me into his arms, cradling me with a surprising gentleness.

“I love you,” he murmured. “Let’s go home.”

CHAPTER 24

Joseph

Holding Ingrid close in my bedroom, I felt the warmth of her body seep into mine. Her breathing came slow and steady, a serene rhythm that echoed the stillness I thought I could feel within her. She responded to my touch, but her movements seemed languid, her eyes dreamy and unfocused.

I felt certain that she had remained deep in subspace, that realm where a girl like Ingrid could exist, happily, distant from her physical form. She had dressed in my office, walked to the elevator and then the limo, ridden through the city, all in silence except for a single contented sigh when I had gathered her under my arm on the bench seat of the town car and she had melted into me, her body as pliable as warm wax.

“You’re here with me, aren’t you, sweetheart?” I whispered, more to myself than to her. Her lips curled into a faint smile, but her gaze remained distant, lost in the haze of her submissive surrender.

I stepped back, allowing the cool air to flow between us, and began to undress her. The room’s dim lighting cast soft shadows that danced across Ingrid’s delicate features. I knelt before her and slid off her heels, one by one, feeling the tension in her small feet release. Her dress came next, the fabric gliding down her shoulders and cascading to her feet in a silken whisper.

“Such a good girl,” I murmured as I reached behind her to unclasp her bra. Her skin prickled a little under my fingertips, but she remained in her dreamlike state. The bra joined the growing pile on the floor, and I moved on to her garter belt and suspenders, unhooking them methodically. Each little snap released another layer of her submission, exposing more of the vulnerability she had shown earlier with Kevin, Martin, and Louis.

Her nylons slid down her legs like a second skin, and I couldn’t help but admire the smooth expanse of her thighs, now bare and inviting. Ingrid’s voice broke through the quiet, a soft, dreamlike murmur.

“My panties?”

I smiled as I stood up, reaching into my suit coat pocket. “I have them, sweetheart.” I pulled out the delicate scrap of fabric and held it up for her to see. Her eyes lit up with recognition, and an adorable blush suffused her face, spreading a warm glow across her cheeks.

“Thank you, sir,” she whispered, her voice barely audible but filled with so much gratitude it tugged at something deep inside me.

In that moment, the memory of watching her with the junior executives flashed through my mind. The way she had taken all of them, her body quivering with each thrust, had struck me as both a torment and a revelation. She had found a profound pleasure in her submission, a pleasure I had helped cultivate. But now, seeing her standing before me, stripped and vulnerable, I felt an undeniable urge to reclaim her completely.

I couldn’t resist. The delicate fabric of Ingrid’s panties was damp with the memory of her arousal, and I brought the gusset to my nose, inhaling deeply. The scent hit me like a drug—musky, naughty, and intoxicating. My eyes stayed locked on hers, capturing the moment as she bit her lip, a deeper blush spreading across her cheeks. Her vulnerability, her complete surrender, made my chest tighten with something both primal and tender.

“Joseph…” she murmured, her voice a soft plea wrapped in uncertainty.

“Yes, sweetheart?” I replied, my voice rough with desire. I took another deep breath of her essence, feeling my cock harden against my thigh. The scent told a story of helpless arousal, of her anticipation for the punishment she had known she deserved. Her eyes fluttered, half-lidded, lost in subspace yet tethered to me by an invisible thread of trust and need.

“Do you remember what you felt,” I asked, my tone commanding, “when you gave these to me?”

“Yes, sir,” she whispered, trembling slightly. Her innocence mingled with the truth of her submission, a mixture I found irresistible.

“Good girl,” I praised, letting the words sink in as I lowered the panties from my nose, folding them carefully. Her response was immediate, a small shiver that traveled through her body, making her nipples peak with longing.

My heart swelled, filled with a love I could no longer deny. This wasn’t just about control or dominance; it was about solidifying what we had started to build between us. The memory of Kevin, Louis, and Martin fucking her in all her holes played in my mind like a dark, erotic film. I had watched them take her, had seen the way her body quivered with each thrust. She had found something profound in her submission, something I had nurtured and cultivated.

“You’re mine,” I said softly. “Aren’t you?” The words seemed the invitation to a mutual vow, words to seal the understanding between us.

“Yes, sir,” Ingrid whispered.

I reached out, stroking her cheek with the back of my hand. The softness of her skin, the warmth radiating from her, made my resolve even stronger. The little interaction over her panties had done more than ignite my desire—it had solidified my need to claim her completely.

“Do you understand what that means?” I asked, stepping closer, the heat of my erection pressing into her belly.

“Yes, sir,” she repeated, her voice steady despite the dreamy haze in her eyes.

“Good.” I leaned in, brushing my lips against her ear. “Tonight, I’m going to remind you who you belong to.”

Her breath caught in her throat, and the sound sent a surge of possessiveness through my veins. The memory of watching my junior executives fuck her both aroused me and goaded me. Standing here with her, having stripped her completely, I knew it was time to reclaim what was rightfully mine.

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