HIS INNOCENT SIN

CHAPTER 3

I feel foolish and utterly stupid standing in front of him, my heart pounding wildly in my chest. I'm at a loss for words, intimidated by his presence, and I can't help but feel inadequate in his eyes. He runs his fingers through his hair and tugs on it, locking his gaze with mine, leaving me completely taken aback.

"What did I say last night? How dare you hang up on me when I explicitly told you not to?" His voice resonates with authority, and he exudes an alpha male aura. At that moment, I feel like a little girl who has misbehaved and is about to face punishment.

"How should I deal with you, Jenna? Your disobedience and clumsiness frustrate me the most. You know how much I detest when my rules and regulations are disregarded."

He wraps his hand around my waist, pulling me closer to him, and presses me against his chest. Despite the opportunity to push him away, I find myself strangely drawn to the sensation. It feels forbidden, yet undeniably exhilarating.

"Seems like you're quite the naughty girl today, hmm? Well, you need to be punished," he utters, his fingers trailing up the fabric of my pencil skirt. Conflicting emotions swirl within me as my mind races. The allure of his touch, his scent, and his grip becomes increasingly difficult to resist. My thoughts wander to the forbidden pages of the books I've read, the yearning for something raw and passionate.

No, Jenna, he's your boss. You must put a stop to this before it goes too far. A voice in my head screams at me, urging me to regain control before I surrender my virginity to this man. He guides me to his desk, exposing my vulnerability, and administers a rough spanking that leaves a stinging sensation on my flesh. I moan and squirm, caught between the pleasure and the pain, as he restrains my hands behind my back.

"Every disobedient girl deserves this. Remember, you are not allowed to say no to me. Is that understood?" He delivers a resounding smack, demanding my compliance.

"Yes," I whimper, tears welling in my eyes. The sharp pain radiating from my punished rear only intensifies my realization of how far this has gone.

"Please, what, princess?" His voice drips with authority, a harsh reminder that I am not merely a pawn to be used for his pleasure. I am not a whore or a submissive to be degraded.

"Please, I promise I won't do it again. Just let me go," I manage to utter between sobs. At that moment, I hastily pull my skirt back into place, the agony in my behind making my every movement a struggle.

"Now get up and do your work," he commands, his cruelty evident. I despise him, loathe him for being such a perverted human being. I yearn to strike him, to deliver a blow to his face and crush his arrogance.

Despite the pain, I force myself to sit back down at my desk. The hours pass by, and he inundates me with paperwork, leaving me exhausted. He steps out for a meeting, and in my weariness, I succumb to the temptation of a quick nap.

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Oh, no. I must have dozed off. What time is it? Panic rushes through me as I realize he's returning to the office, and I haven't even begun the tasks he assigned.

"Jenna, why were you sleeping during working hours?" he questions, his tone disapproving.

"I-I'm so sorry, Mr. Ledford. Please allow me to finish this. I can work overtime if necessary," I stammer desperate to make amends.

"Did I permit you to sleep? Remember your responsibilities, Jenna," he retorts sternly, taking a seat in his chair. He then orders me to prepare him a cup of coffee. Glancing at the clock, I realize it's already 7 pm. My brief nap turned into a deep sleep.

Nervously, I place the coffee on his desk, fearful of his reaction. I can't bear the thought of another humiliating punishment, the sting of his hand on my flesh.

"Now, you've committed another transgression today. What should I do to punish you this time?" he taunts, relishing the control he holds over me.

"Please, Mr. Ledford, I beg you not to fire me. I need this job," I implore, my desperation evident.

"I love it when you beg," he states, his gaze dominating my thoughts, asserting his power over me.

"Now, get down on your knees, and don't you dare move. Obey my every command!" he demands.

Reluctantly, I comply, feeling a mix of embarrassment and uncertainty. I've never stooped to this level for anyone before. He has a grip on my every action, whether it's due to my role as his secretary or something more.

I surrender to his orders, assuming the position of a submissive woman, obediently following his every command. Looking up at him towering over me, his face etched with determination, I can sense a burning desire within him. What does he truly want from me?

"Your long lashes and beautiful, innocent eyes... Do you know what I want to do to you right now? I want to bend you over, slide my fingers into your core, and take you hard, princess," he whispers, his words sending a blush rushing to my cheeks. The conflicting emotions within me leave me bewildered—why am I unable to despise these desires? I could flee from this place, but for some inexplicable reason, I remain, obediently kneeling before him like a submissive slut.

"Have you ever been under a man's control before, Jenna?" he inquires, his aggression palpable.

Confusion and excitement intertwine within me, entangling my thoughts. "I've never experienced anything like this before," I confess, my heart pounding as if in a horse race.

"Good. I'll be your first," he declares, his voice brimming with dominance.