Page 26 of Serving Her Sentence
“What do you think, Brian, would you like my slave to reward you? She’s gotten much better at giving head since I first acquired her.”
The blush in her cheeks was blazing now, not just from embarrassment but from shame. Sean and Damian had praised her for her ‘improvements,’ which didn’t feel like something sheshouldbe proud of, yet she craved their praise. To have it spoken of so bluntly, in front of a man who was a virtual stranger, one whose cock she already knew she was soon going to be sucking…
“That would be wonderful, Sir, thank you.” Brian’s formal acceptance added another level of surrealism to Noelle’s life.
“Very well. Get on your knees, slut, and give Brian his reward.” Damian leaned back in his chair, watching as Noelle did as he commanded. The view couldn’t have been very good once she knelt down in front of Brian, but since her back was to him, she couldn’t see if he changed positions.
Undoing the front of Brian’s pants, she couldn’t bear to meet his eyes as his cock sprang free, and she took it in her hand. It was a decent sized cock, thick and hard, and ready for her. Closing her eyes, Noelle bent her head over his lap and pressed her lips against the head. Her tongue flicked out over the spongy tip, teasing the little slit, and Brian groaned, putting his hands on the back of her head.
It was impossible to pretend he was Damian or Sean. His hold was too light, his groans completely different, and she didn’t get the same rush of excitement from servicing him. Parting her lips, she took him into her mouth, gliding down the shaft, her tongue teasing the underside of his cock.
“Feel free to open up her shirt and play with her tits,” Damian said, his voice sending a jolt through her body, straight to her pussy. “Don’t worry about being gentle either. My slut likes to have her nipples pinched.”
The shame and embarrassment welled up as strongly as before, but this time, it crested on a wave of arousal. When Brian’s hands opened her shirt, pushing the sides far apart to expose her lacy bra, it was at Damian’s command. When he pushed the fabric of the bra down over her itchy nipples, it was because he had been told to. And when he pinched her quickly hardening nipples, it was as though his fingers were an extension of Damian’s.
Noelle made a little noise around the cock in her mouth when his fingers closed over the little buds. Encouraged, Brian pinched harder, twisting, and Noelle moaned again.
“Keep sucking him, slut. Make sure he enjoys his reward. I want to see his cock all the way down your throat.” Damian’s rough tones were closer now. He’d gotten up from his seat and walked around to the side for a clearer view. “Brian, do me a favor and scoot your chair back a little. I’m going to fuck her while she sucks you.”
Arousal shot through her at his words, her pussy plumping and slicking in anticipation. Her ass clenched around the plug as though unsure of exactlywherehe planned to fuck her—a valid concern, considering he often favored roughly using her asshole over her pussy.
Hands gripped her hips, pulling her to her feet while she remained bent over Brian’s lap. The shift in position left her breasts hanging beneath her for Brian to tug on while making it more difficult for her to bob her head up and down. She planted her hands on the arms of his chair to help stabilize herself.
The tight skirt she was wearing was quickly rolled up to her waist, and Damian thrust into her without any preamble, making her cry out around Brian’s cock. It didn’t matter—she hadn’t needed any additional foreplay. She was wet enough and growing wetter from Damian’s forceful use and his power over her. The simple act of sharing her with someone else—not just with his foster-brother but with an employee he wanted to reward—outright declared his ownership of her body.
Brian groaned. Unlike Damian or Sean, he was clearly unused to the eroticism of the power dynamics at play, and Noelle could feel his orgasm was already fast approaching. She sucked harder, her cries muffled by his cock as Damian roughly fucked her from behind, shoving her head down onto Brian’s lap while his grip on her breasts became painfully tight. With the plug in her ass, Damian's cock felt even larger than usual. His body banged against the base of the plug every time he slammed home, making her clench in response. She sucked harder than ever on Brian’s shaft, almost frantic with the need growing inside her.
With a choked cry, Brian’s hips jerked upward, and salty-sweet liquid spurted in her mouth. Noelle did her best to swallow and not choke as Damian kept fucking her through Brian’s orgasm, taking half of her attention. She sucked every last drop from Brian’s cock until it deflated in her mouth, and he groaned, pushing her head up and away from his oversensitive member.
“Thank you for all your hard work, Brian,” Damian said, slowing his thrusts. His hand reached up to pull on her hair, arching her back until she lifted her hands from Brian’s chair. “You may get back to it now.”
“Thank you, Sir.” Brian looked elated as he scooted his chair back enough to stand, strutting out of the office with a cockiness that hadn’t been on display before. Noelle had no doubt he was about to tell everyone else how he’d been the first to be rewarded with their bosses’ slave. Humiliation swept over her, but she also felt her arousal growing as she thought about how others in the company might also want to use her. Would they work harder than ever, hoping Damian would give them a similar reward?
Why did that turn her on so much?
Before she could cum, Damian pulled himself from her grasping pussy. Noelle whined in protest but did not dare voice her unhappiness.
“Turn around. On your knees, slut.”
Noelle’s stomach churned at the thought of having to swallow a third load of cum in one afternoon, but she did as she was told. To her surprise, Damian didn’t immediately shove into her mouth. His eyes were almost wild as he stared down at her, her open lips and bared breasts, his hand wrapped around his slick cock.
“Don’t move.” The command was a growl, then his cum spurted, arcing through the air to spatter on her hair… her face… her breasts… a few drops landing between her parted lips. His cum decorated her like a filthy Jackson Pollock painting, dripping down her skin in rivulets.
Shocked, Noelle knelt there frozen until he was finished. One hand slowly lifted toward her face, where she could feel a sticky gob sliding down her cheek.
“Don’t touch it.” Damian tucked his softening cock back in his pants, gaze sweeping over her, examining her. He nodded, a satisfied smile curving his lips. “Leave everything just like that. Get back to work.”
Turning away, he walked back around behind his desk while Noelle got to her feet on unsteady legs. She felt marked as if he’d put a stamp of ownership on her by covering her in his cum, one that was visible to anyone who came into the office.
At least her desk faced the wall. The chair should hide that her skirt was hiked up to her waist, and her needy, swollen pussy would be neatly tucked between her legs. Walking over to her desk, she tried to ignore the pulse between her thighs. She knew better than to ask Damian for an orgasm. He would give her one when he felt like it.
Taking deep breaths, trying to ignore the cum, slowly sliding down her skin, she sat down in her chair and got to work.
11
Nipple loops weren’t as painful as nipple clamps, but they were just as bad in their own way, Noelle decided.
Damian had eventually allowed her to pull down her skirt and go to the bathroom in his office to clean herself up, but not before putting what amounted to a thick string with two loops on each end of it on her nipples. The loops weren’t pulled so tightly to be painful, but her nipples were very tingly and sensitive, and the loops kept them in hard little buds. They were too sensitive for the lacy bra she was wearing, and after just a few minutes of her nipples rubbing against the itchy material, she reached inside her shirt to pull her breasts back out of the bra cups. Which, of course, pushed her breasts up higher and her nipples still rubbed against the inside of her shirt with every movement she made, but at least it wasn’tquiteas bad.