Page 21 of Serving Her Sentence

Aware of her own growing arousal, she ignored the impulse to touch herself, busying her hands cupping Damian’s balls, rolling the sensitive sack between her fingers while her lips glided up and down his shaft. Her throat muscles worked, massaging the head of his cock.

Rather than forcing her head up and down, Damian seemed content to let her set her own pace, though his hand remained in her hair as if to remind her he could take control at any moment. Noelle became so focused, the conversation above her head turned into droning noise, almost like the buzzing of a fly. For her, the only thing that mattered was how far down she could get her lips over his cock, the press of her tongue along the soft vein underside, and the way his balls slowly tightened in her hands.

It wasn’t until Damian’s hand gripped her harder, she came back to awareness and realized she could hear the footsteps of his employees leaving the room. That was when Damian finally took over, forcing her head down onto his cock, fucking her mouth. One hand fisted in her hair, he reached down with the other to shove it in her shirt, cruelly grabbing her breast and squeezing hard enough to make her whimper and cry out. The sound was muffled by his cock, causing vibrations to travel along the thick length while she squirmed in pained arousal.

“Fuck…” he uttered like a benediction as his hand pushed down on the back of her head, forcing his cock all the way into her throat.

Hot liquid spurted, the vein of his cock fluttering against her tongue with every pulse of his orgasm. Noelle pressed her thighs together, trying to remain calm as he filled her belly with his cum, knowing she would be allowed to breathe again as soon as he was finished. After several long moments, his hold on her eased, and she was able to lift her head, sucking in air through her nose. The world swirled, leaving her slightly dizzy.

“Getting better.” Damian rolled his chair back. “Get up.” Unsteadily, Noelle got to her feet. Her breast ached where he had grabbed it, her pussy quivering with need, but she knew better than to ask for any relief. “There’s a desk over there for you to use. Sean will show you what to do.”

With a wave of his hand, he dismissed her, and Noelle turned to see a desk in the corner of his office—literally, the corner, facing the wall, so she wouldn’t be able to see anything but the computer and a blank wall. The two large windows, with the view and all the light, were at her back.

Stifling a sigh, she tottered over to the chair, waiting for her in front of a laptop. Sean got up from where he’d been sitting on a couch on the far side of Damian’s office, still doing something on his phone.

Speaking in low murmurs, he showed her how to sign in and what she was supposed to do. It wasn’t all that different from her old job, though she had absolutely no access to money. When he was done giving her the lesson, he bent her over the desk, fucking her hard and fast—too fast. She was left burning and aching, cum dripping out of her pussy, and clit screaming for satisfaction… but none was to be had.

“Get to work,” Sean said, slapping her ass and leaving her still bent over the desk. “I’ll see you later, pretty girl.”

Biting her lip against the tears that threatened to fall, Noelle pulled down her skirt and sat down, trying to ignore the semen leaking out of her needy pussy. She was not going to cry just because she was sexually frustrated. Damnit.

Glancing over her shoulder, Damian was still at his desk. Had he even looked up when Sean had been fucking her?

“Sean told you to get to work.” The mild tone he used was just as effective as a threat. Hurriedly, Noelle turned around and got to work.

8

“First position.”

Dropping down to her knees on the thankfully plush carpet in the living room, Noelle spread them wide open, clenching her ass to keep the plug securely inside. This position made it feel like it could drop out at any moment, and beyond the humiliation, she wasn’t sure how Damian would react. The inside of her thighs, her ass, and her breasts already burned from the little slaps of the crop Sean administered whenever he felt she hadn’t arranged her body properly.

Eyes downcast, she put her hands behind her neck, lacing her fingers, elbows out to the sides, pushing her breasts up at the man sitting before her. While Sean paced around her, examining her from every angle, Damian gave the orders from the leather armchair she was starting to think of as his throne. Swirling some kind of drink in his hand, he watched her with hooded eyes.

The leather crop Sean was holding brushed over her shoulders and down her side to her thighs, tapping gently along the sensitive skin. Noelle held her breath, forcing herself not to move. If she did, she knew another red welt would join those already decorating her inner thighs, and thosehurt.

“Good girl,” Damian praised. Noelle actually flushed with pleasure. She shouldn’t care what he thought, but she found herself actuallywantingto please both him and Sean. “Second position.”

Bending forward, she put her hands down and slid them out in front of her until they were fully stretched out, lifting her ass high in the air while her back arched. Her breasts hung down, nipples touching the floor, and she crossed her right wrist over her left.

The leather crop glided down her back to her ass, tapping gently against her pussy lips, then her clit. Noelle bit back a whimper. She hadn’t had an orgasm all day, and her body was primed.

Practicing the various positions Damian wanted her to learn should have been boring, but it managed to be arousing. Maybe because of how much she was showing off her body to the two men. At least she was finally getting the positions correct, no longer giving Sean an excuse to punish her. That damn crop hurt, and when the sting subsided, the heat lingered in a different manner, turning her on even more.

“Third position.”

She pushed back, moving her feet so she could stand—but without putting them closer together—and pushed herself upright.

“Faster,” Sean said, and the crop whipped out, catching the underside of her ass. Noelle yelped loudly. Neither man liked it when she was quiet about her punishments. She squashed the urge to protest and hurriedly twined her fingers behind her neck again. Damian’s gaze roved over her dispassionately, despite the prominent bulge at the front of his pants, and he took a sip of his drink.

“She looks a little bare, doesn’t she?” Damian asked though the question was clearly rhetorical. He did not bother to wait for Sean’s answer. “Let’s put some jewelry on her.”

“My pleasure.” The wide grin on Sean’s face was not reassuring. Noelle kept her gaze down but watched from her peripheral vision as he went to the cabinet where he’d taken the crop from, her heart sinking. Whatever was in there wouldnotbe regular jewelry.

Sean came back with a gleaming silver chain in his hand, but it didn’t look like any necklace Noelle had ever seen. The way he focused on her breasts made her nervous, but she managed to keep from squirming under his gaze.

Tucking the crop into a loop on his belt, Sean reached out to cup her breast, deliberately standing slightly to her side, so Damian could watch. Sean liked to make her shriek, yelp, and scream, and Damian liked to watch him do it. Not that she thought Damian wouldn’t enjoy punishing her himself, but he seemed to prefer watching her with Sean if given a choice. Or maybe he just let Sean do it because that was whathepreferred.

Either way, Sean was a sadist, no matter how sweet he was to her otherwise. Noelle sucked in a gasp when he pinched her nipple harshly, the blood rushing to the spot and plumping to full hardness. The ache shot straight to her pussy, and her inner muscles clenched. A high whine emitted from the back of her throat when he didn’t immediately release her.