Page 52 of His to Correct

“Very good,” Stuart murmured approvingly. “Now, I think it’s time we wrap this up. Melissa, make Mandy come. Then, and only then, you have permission to orgasm.”

I nodded frantically, beyond words at this point. I focused on Mandy, still trembling beneath me, her face glistening with the executives’ release. I angled my hips, trying to hit that spot inside her that I knew would drive her wild. My efforts were rewarded with a high-pitched keening sound from Mandy.

“That’s it,” I panted, finding my voice again. “Come for me, Mandy. Be a good girl and come on my cock.”

My words seemed to push Mandy over the edge. She cried out, her body convulsing beneath me as her orgasm crashed over her. The sight and feel of Mandy’s climax, combined with Stuart’s relentless thrusting in my most intimate place, finally pushed me over the edge. A tidal wave of pleasure crashed over me, more intense than anything I’d ever experienced. I screamed, my body convulsing as the orgasm ripped through me. My vision went white, and for a moment, I thought I might pass out from the sheer intensity of it all.

Wave after wave of ecstasy washed over me, each one seeming impossibly stronger than the last. I was vaguely aware of Mandy shuddering beneath me, caught in the throes of another climax.Stuart’s grip on my hips tightened, his thrusts becoming erratic as he neared his own release.

As the aftershocks of my orgasm began to subside, I became aware of movement around us. Through bleary eyes, I saw Bradley, John, and Victor rising from their seats, adjusting their clothing. They looked immensely satisfied, their eyes roaming over the debauched tableau before them.

“Stuart,” Bradley said, his voice warm with approval, “I must say, you’ve truly outdone yourself this time. Miss Mitropoulos is a remarkable find.”

John nodded in agreement. “Indeed. Such a promising, brilliant young whore for your team. I look forward to seeing how she develops under your guidance.”

Victor chuckled, his gaze lingering on my trembling form. “A natural submissive with just the right touch of sass. You’ll have your hands full with this one, Stuart.”

Their words sent a confusing mix of pride and humiliation coursing through me. I felt my cheeks burn even hotter, if that was possible, as I realized how thoroughly I had debased myself in front of these powerful men. And yet, a part of me preened under their praise, desperate for their approval.

Stuart’s voice rumbled behind me, thick with his impending climax. “Thank you, gentlemen. I assure you, Melissa’s potential will be fully realized here at Selecta.”

As the executives filed out of the room, murmuring their final compliments, I felt Stuart’s thrusts become more urgent. His fingers dug into my hips, sure to leave bruises. With a guttural groan, he slammed into me one final time, burying himself to thehilt. I gasped as I felt the hot pulse of his release deep inside me, marking me as his in the most primal way possible.

For a moment, we all remained frozen in our positions—Stuart buried in my ass, me still inside Mandy. Then, slowly, carefully, Stuart withdrew. I whimpered at the loss, feeling suddenly empty and bereft. As I started to straighten up, I felt a hand on my shoulder.

Sharon stood beside me, her face flushed and her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. She had put herself to rights at some point, and she looked the picture of straitlaced corporate competence. My eyes went wide with apprehension at what she might do, but without a word, she pulled me up and into a searing kiss. Her tongue searched my mouth as I moaned at her dominance. Her hand gripped my right bottom cheek, reminding me of my punishment, and I cried out as tears sprang to my eyes.

Sharon broke the kiss, leaving me breathless and trembling. My lips tingled from the pressure of hers, and I could still taste her on my tongue. She turned to Stuart, her hand lingering possessively on my shoulder.

“Stuart,” she said, her voice rich with satisfaction, “I’m truly impressed. You’ve found quite the gem in Melissa here.” Her fingers traced a line down my arm, sending shivers through my body. “It’s refreshing to see someone who can bring such fresh perspectives to the team, while still understanding her place in the hierarchy.”

I felt a surge of pride at her words, even as my cheeks burned with embarrassment. The conflicting emotions swirled within me, leaving me dizzy and off-balance.

Sharon turned back to me, her eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that made my breath catch in my throat. “Melissa,” she said, her voice low and commanding, “I want you to know that I’ll be watching you very closely from now on.” Her lips curled into a predatory smile. “I have high expectations for you, and I won’t hesitate to correct you if needed.”

My heart raced at her words, a mixture of fear and excitement coursing through my veins. I nodded, unable to find my voice.

With a final, appraising look, Sharon leaned in and pressed a light, almost chaste kiss to my lips. The gentleness of it, in stark contrast to her earlier dominance, left me reeling. Without another word, she turned and strode out of the room, the click of her heels echoing in the sudden silence.

I stood there, swaying slightly, my mind struggling to process everything that had just happened. The room still smelled of sex and sweat, and I could feel Stuart’s release slowly trickling down my thighs. The strap-on, fresh from Mandy’s bottom, hung heavily between my legs.

Stuart’s voice broke through my daze. “Mandy,” he said, his tone businesslike despite the intimate scene we’d just shared, “get dressed and go clean yourself up. Take the dildo and disinfect it, too. We can’t have you walking around the office looking like that.”

I turned to see Mandy scrambling to obey, her movements slightly unsteady. Her face was still streaked with the executives’ release, her hair disheveled, and her bottom a vivid red from the paddling I’d given her. As she gathered her clothes, I felt a sudden, overwhelming urge to comfort her, to connect with her after the intense experience we’d just shared.

“Sir,” I said, my voice hoarse and uncertain, “may I… may I hug Mandy before she goes?”

Stuart raised an eyebrow, a slight smile playing at the corners of his mouth. “Of course,” he said, his voice softening slightly. “Go ahead.”

Grateful for his permission, I stepped toward Mandy, who had paused in her dressing to look at me with wide, uncertain eyes. I took her into my arms and just held her for a long moment.

“Thank you, miss,” she whispered.

“Such good girls,” Stuart said. “Mandy, would you like to play with us this weekend?”

My heart skipped a beat.Us?I stepped away from Mandy and looked at Stuart, unable to keep the smile from my face. The expression in his eyes and his own grin made joy surge in my heart despite all the abandonment of the scene.

He turned back to Mandy. “I think Melissa here should learn to give you as much pleasure as you’ve given her.”

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