Page 22 of His Naughty Secretary

“Ingrid, sweetheart,” Joseph’s condescending voice cut through the charged silence, “go ahead and kneel. Kevin, Martin, Louis, go ahead and take out your cocks. Ingrid is going to kiss them.”

CHAPTER 14

Joseph

I watched approvingly as my team dutifully lowered their flies and took out their erect penises, a welcome testament to my new secretary’s attractions. Kevin did indeed have a truly massive member, long and thick. Martin’s had length but not nearly as much girth, while Louis’ massive thickness, I knew, always provided the girls he fucked with a good deal of satisfaction.

Ingrid shook her head. From behind her, I couldn’t see her face, but I had already grown so familiar with her lovely features, and with the conflict inside her at the idea of submitting to me, that I could see her troubled eyes in my imagination.

On the faces of my team I saw exactly the sort of appreciation, as well as the kind of naked lust I had come to expect and value from them, when it came to helping their boss train a new secretary. To my surprise, though, I found a strain of additional emotion rising in my chest. I felt an urge to protect Ingrid Vogel and to care for her through this ordeal that I hadn’t felt for other secretaries I’d trained.

I had of course protected and cared for my previous office girls—that went without saying for an educated man and a skilled dominant. That hadn’t felt like this, though; like I had to get my mastery of Ingrid exactly right. Like ensuring that this lovely game of dominance and submission becomes something we both would treasure.

I looked her up and down, from behind my desk. Her arms-raised posture put an attractive arch in her naked back. The purple bruises on her bottom and upper thighs made my cock leap against my thigh.

I saw her face in my mind’s eye, her eyes bright with unshed tears. I felt so certain of my intuition, of my connection to Ingrid, that I had to ask.

“Is she crying?” I asked, forcing coolness into my tone.

“Sure is,” Martin answered. “Are you going to paddle her?”

I stood up and reached into the inside breast pocket of my jacket. The compliance wand’s sleek surface met my touch, and I pulled it out.

“No,” I told Martin. “I don’t want this to take too long. We’ve got work to do on the Questgate proposal. Ingrid, I’ll make this a little easier for you.”

I walked slowly toward Ingrid, my steps deliberate and measured, conveying authority and, I hoped, perhaps some tenderness. Her tense body language betrayed her struggle as she tried, I felt certain, to reconcile her upbringing and her independence with her growing desires.

Watching her react to my approach made me feel it even more acutely; my job as her boss didn’t just involve teaching her the mechanics of Selecta’s special brand of office dominance. It also demanded that I guide her toward acceptance and exploration.

As I approached her, I could see a bead of what must be cold sweat trickling down the back of her neck, a testament to the intensity of her inner turmoil. Very gently I touched the wand right there, at the back of her neck, and I watched her shudder in response.

“Do as you’re told, Ingrid,” I commanded, my voice gentle because I knew the effect of the wand would allow no defiance. “Kneel down and kiss their cocks.”

Ingrid

The strangest thing about the way the wand worked had to be that it didn’t take away the hot shame I felt as I instantly began to sink to my knees in the soft pile of the carpet. In fact, it seemed to intensify my mortification. Looking into the eyes of Kevin, Martin, and Louis, I could see that they knew how the terrible device worked; they knew that I wouldn’t be obeying Joseph’s order unless I actually did want to get onto my knees. Unless I actually were aflame, between my naked thighs, inside my bare pussy, to kiss the rigid penises jutting from their trousers, brandished in their hands in compliance with Joseph’s instructions.

A very different kind of obedience from mine, I thought, pushing down a sob.

“Eyes down, Ingrid,” Joseph commanded. “Show these men the proper respect. Gentlemen, why don’t you proceed in alphabetical order, for fairness’ sake. Kevin, that makes you first.”

I had watched Kevin’s eyes widen as my knees hit the floor. I had seen his own gaze dart between my face and my smooth, bare pussy.

I had worked with men like him at my previous jobs: brash, smart guys who seemed to have a basically good-hearted nature but didn’t find that incompatible with the frat-boy style mannerisms that had gotten them through college and business school.

I had never thought, as I laughed at their jokes despite how inappropriate they could sometimes get, that I’d be on my knees in front of one of them, like this, with his enormous penis on full display—and my eyes forbidden from looking away from its rigid length.

Kevin stepped forward with two long, confident strides, his polished black shoes silent on the carpet.

As he approached, I tried to succumb to the natural urge to shy away from his towering presence and the approach of his enormous member. His cologne, sweet and masculine, reached my nose and made my heart race. I could feel my hands trembling, now in little fists at my sides. The wand’s effect still held me firmly in its thrall. I felt my naked breasts heave as I took shallow breaths, trying to calm my nerves.

“Go ahead and give her the command again,” Joseph said, from much closer behind me than I had thought he was. My eyes widened as I understood that he must have risen from his chair and come around his desk himself. My heart quailed as I pictured him there, gazing down at my naked, kneeling body. I felt his eyes on the marks his paddle had made, the signs of his mastery and his ownership. “I want her to get used to responding to your authority.”

I heard a little whimper escape my nose, a tiny kitten sound that only reinforced my utter helplessness.

“Kiss it,” Kevin commanded, his voice a sharp blade that I could imagine reflected the ambition that had carved his path through the ranks of Selecta Corporation.

For a fleeting moment, I once again believed I could resist—an illusion shattered as swiftly as it formed. My body seemed to detach from my will, and I watched as if from afar, an out-of-body specter witnessing my own submission. My head dipped forward, and with a deep sob I obeyed. The warm, swollen flesh of Kevin’s massive arousal pressed against my mouth, a stark reminder of the power he wielded.

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