Page 29 of His Naughty Girl

My cheeks grew even hotter, and I stopped in the middle of cleaning the downstairs toilet, as I recalled the ‘climax’ of the evening: how Ethan had taken me upstairs to my bedroom after the date. How he had asked Devin, casually, “Can I take her upstairs?” How Devin had said, “Sure thing. Enjoy yourself.”

Ethan had kissed me roughly as soon as we had gotten into the little room, his stubble scratching my skin. His hands had roamed possessively over my body as he backed me toward my bed. Then they had found my shoulders, and put pressure there, to tell me where my task lay.

My whole body went hot, there in the bathroom, as I remembered it. How to my mortification, I had, again, enjoyed my shameful kneeling service. How being made to suck Ethan’s cock—despite not really liking him very much as a person, not even as much as I had liked Carlos—had gotten me wet. How Ihad clenched, down there, inside my training panties at the way he had gripped my hair, guiding my movements as I took him into my mouth.

I shivered, forcing myself to move on to the upstairs bathroom, but the memories kept replaying themselves. Ethan had taken off my dress, and then my training bra. He had played roughly with my breasts. His callused fingers had pinched and twisted my nipples until I gasped. To my shame, it had turned me on intensely, my pussy growing so wet and needy that I could feel how visible a wet spot I had made on the front of the humiliating training panties.

As I scrubbed the tile, I remembered how I had thought not of the rigid penis in my mouth, but of another I had sucked—of Dylan’s long, thick manhood. Worst of all, I remembered how the thought had made it so difficult not to put my hand in my training panties and play with my pussy. I had imagined it was Dylan’s gentle hands caressing me,hislips trailing kisses down my neck.

In my mind, it had been Dylan’s cock filling my mouth, Dylan’s low groans of pleasure echoing in my ears. When Ethan had held himself in with a growl, and his penis had spasmed in my mouth and I had been made to swallow his hot seed… Dylan had done all those things, in my imagination.

Even then, there in the bathroom, I couldn’t help it: I squeezed my thighs together, feeling the telltale warmth building between my legs. I tried to focus on the mop and the bucket, to banish the lustful thoughts. But my traitorous body continued to react, my nipples hardening against the clinging fabric of the training bra. I yearned to touch myself, to find some relief from the aching need. But the thought of the strap forbade it.

Just then, Devin’s deep voice cut through my reverie, calling me into his office. My heart began to race as I went to stand on the rug with my hands on my head, wondering what my elder had in store for me today.

My heart pounded as I waited in the embarrassing posture, with Devin’s blue eyes studying me intently, making me feel exposed despite being fully clothed. The late afternoon sun slanted through the window, reflecting off the polished wood of his desk.

“Andrea,” Devin began, his deep voice resonating in the quiet office, “I’ve been reviewing the data from your date with Ethan last night.”

My cheeks flushed hot at his words. I had almost forgotten about the sensors in my training underwear, constantly monitoring my body’s reactions. The thought of Devin analyzing that intimate data made me squirm with embarrassment.

“It seems,” he continued, leaning back in his leather chair, “that Ethan may not be the most appropriate suitor for you.”

I blinked in surprise, unsure how to respond. Part of me felt relieved—I hadn’t particularly enjoyed Ethan’s company. But another part worried what this might mean for my future here.

Devin’s lips quirked into a small smile. “Now, don’t look so concerned. You’re not in any trouble. In fact, I’m quite pleased with how you conducted yourself.”

He stood, moving around the desk to stand before me. I had to tilt my head back to meet his gaze, acutely aware of our height difference and the power he held over me.

“You see, Andrea,” Devin said, his voice taking on a tone of approval that sent an unexpected thrill through me, “the datashows that while you weren’t particularly aroused by Ethan’s presence or conversation, your body responded quite eagerly when he took you upstairs.”

My face burned even hotter, and I dropped my gaze to the floor. I could feel the heat of my blush spreading down my neck and across my chest.

Devin chuckled softly. “There’s no need to be ashamed, my dear. In fact, I’m quite proud of you for submitting so beautifully despite your lack of attraction.”

His words sent a seething mess of humiliation and pride coursing through me. I shouldn’t feel good about this, I told myself. And yet… a small part of me basked in Devin’s approval.

“Your training underwear recorded every reaction,” Devin continued, his voice low and intimate. “The way your pulse quickened when Ethan kissed you. How your nipples hardened when he played with your breasts.”

I whimpered softly, mortified by the detailed information Devin had access to. Yet I couldn’t deny the warmth building between my thighs even now as he spoke.

“And of course,” he added, a hint of amusement in his tone, “the sensors picked up on how wet you became while pleasuring Ethan with your mouth.”

I squeezed my eyes shut, wishing the floor would open up and swallow me whole. But Devin continued.

Devin’s hand came to rest on my shoulder, his touch both comforting and unsettling. “Ethan’s report on the date was quite positive,” he said, his voice taking on a more businesslike tone.“He noted that you’re a beautiful young woman, Andrea. He’s particularly impressed with your breasts, as you might expect.”

I felt my face flame even hotter at his words. The memory of Ethan’s rough hands on my chest made me squirm, a familiar but always confusing interlacing of shame and arousal coursing through me.

“He also mentioned,” Devin continued, his blue eyes fixed intently on my face, “that you’re learning quickly to give good head. His exact words were, ‘That little slut’s got a natural talent for sucking cock.’”

A small, strangled sound escaped my lips at hearing those crude words from Devin’s mouth. I wanted to sink through the floor, utterly mortified. Yet I couldn’t deny the way my pussy clenched at the praise, however crudely delivered.

“Now,” Devin said, moving back to lean against his desk, “Ethan has expressed interest in a second date with you.”

My heart sank at his words. The thought of enduring another evening of Ethan’s self-centered conversation, followed by his rough handling of my body—as arousing as some part of me had found it—filled me with dread. I opened my mouth to protest, but Devin held up a hand, silencing me.

“However,” he continued, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of his mouth, “I’ve decided that won’t be necessary.”

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