1. The Devil's Chamber Part 2


    Date: 12/22/2015, Categories: BDSM, Author: Jessica_Jones, Rating: 6, Source: LushStories

    a test. I only want whom I could trust to accompany me. Do you understand how important trust is?" "Yes." I tried to sound confident, given the situation. "You clearly broke the rules. I don't remember leaving this book on the floor. So I will ask you once. Did you touch anything?" He leaned down placing his hands on the arms of the chair. He hovered over me like a vulture ready to feast off the flesh of my body. I could not see him, but I felt his stare, both piercing and intense. He was looking directly into my soul, searching for a truthful answer. I struggled to find it. Should I tell him the truth, which I am not to be trusted, and hope he sees it was innocent curiosity? Should I lie and tell him I never touched anything, and hopefully he believes me? "Yes, sir. But only books. I didn't touch your desk! I wouldn't snoop around your personal belongings." Taking a deep breath and holding it in. "Relax Jessie, we are friends after all. You may have given me an idea, a way you can make it up. I need to know that you can listen and take direction. This new position in Ottawa could be very good for your career. I'm in need of a personal secretary and would like to see you fill that position." I could not see his face, but I felt his words were escaping through the most devious smile. The words “fill that position” made me gulp so hard I nearly choked on my own ...
    tongue. "I will do anything, Sir," trying to sound reassuring, and submissive to his ideas. Mr. Henderson placed the book on his desk with a thud. Before I could straighten myself in the chair and re-cross my legs, he was standing in front of me again. His foot slid between mine and slowly pushed my legs apart. Just enough so his knee was fit snug between my nylon covered legs. I bit my lower lip as I felt two of his fingers pressed under my chin. He pushed my chin up and exposing my neck. His perfectly manicured thumb traced my crimson lips, then forced its way into my mouth. He pulled my jaw open and entered. His thumb caressed my tongue. The taste of his finger was like imported cigars and whiskey. I didn't have a thought or word inside of me. My body surrendered before my mind could process what was happening. I whimpered and then moaned as I felt my body melt away from any withstanding morals. I tightened my legs, entrapping his knee. I allowed the heat from my bulging labia burn upon his leg. My hands found his thighs and I slid them down to the back of his knee, pulling him in closer. I felt a trickle of excitement escape my burning slit. I was ready to do anything, and ready for anything. Then suddenly Mr. Henderson took a step back. "No hands! Have you forgotten the rule already? You touch nothing , I can see we are going to have a problem with this..."
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