Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 50815 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 254(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 50815 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 254(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
All kinds of porn.
Fascinated despite herself, she began clicking through the various images and vids. One thing became immediately apparent—all the women in the porn that Commander Xarex had saved looked somewhat alike. They all had long brown hair and most of them had brown eyes. All of them were curvy too, with wide behinds, broad, child-bearing hips, and thick thighs. But Nora had long brown hair and brown eyes and a big behind and thick thighs. They all looked like…
“They all look like me,” Nora muttered to herself. Then she clapped a hand over her mouth and looked around. Her heart was pounding guiltily and she expected her tall, imposing Dark Kindred boss to step into the room at any minute.
No, it’s okay, she told herself. He’s not even here right now—he’s up on the Mother Ship. He can’t see you—it’s fine. You’re fine.
She knew she ought to click away immediately and look at the other Joining tab instead for the contracts she needed. Or better yet leave a note for the regular paralegal who worked Monday through Friday that the contracts needed to be printed out again and filed ASAP with the Clerk’s Office. She ought to do anything, in fact, other than scrolling through her scary Dark Kindred boss’s private porn stash.
But somehow she couldn’t make herself look away.
It wasn’t just the fact that every woman she saw resembled her in some way—that might just be a coincidence, she told herself. But it was the kind of porn that Commander Xarex had saved.
Most of it seemed to be BDSM—but not the horrible kind where a woman is basically being tortured. Instead it seemed to mostly concentrate on the woman being bound or tied down in some way so she couldn’t move. In some images and vids the women were blindfolded as well—completely at the mercy of the man who had tied or handcuffed or chained them.
Many of the vids also showed lots of what her friend Samantha called “going downtown.” Nora was surprised to see that. She’d never known a man who fantasized about giving women oral pleasure but apparently, Commander Xarex did. Out of pure fascination, she clicked on one vid of a woman with curvy hips and long brown hair who was bound spread eagle to a bed with a man standing over her.
“Please, what are you going to do to me?” the woman pleaded in a soft, broken voice. “Please, Master—what did I do wrong?”
Despite her protests and the way she was struggling against her bonds, her pussy was wet and swollen with need, Nora saw. Feeling hypnotized, she kept watching.
“You were very naughty, Marissa,” the masked man who was holding a riding crop said sternly. “You disobeyed my orders to spread your legs. That’s why I had to spread them for you.”
“But what—ow!” she gasped because he had given her a sharp slap with the end of the riding crop, leaving a red mark on her inner thigh.
“That’s for being disobedient,” he growled, frowning down at her. “And now for the second part of your punishment, you’re going to hold still while I eat your pussy. And you’re not allowed to come until I tell you to.”
He climbed between the woman’s legs and Nora watched with a fast-beating heart as he ducked his head and began to lick between her thighs. The curvy brunette moaned and writhed in her bonds but she was unable to close her legs because her ankles were tied to the bedposts. The man stopped several times to admonish her and whip her with the riding crop but it was clear his main focus was on eating her out.
Nora became aware that she had been staring at the screen for who knew how long and that her heart was pounding. Her breath was coming short and her hands were clammy and damp with perspiration. What the Hell was wrong with her?
Numbly, she clicked off the video and scrolled down some more. Over and over she saw the same kind of thing—a curvy woman with long brown hair bound or restrained while a man tasted her or pleasured her in some way.
“There must be hundreds of these!” she muttered to herself. How long had Commander Xarex been collecting porn and why in the world would he keep it on his work computer? It just didn’t make sense. But it also didn’t make sense that all of the women in some way resembled Nora herself.
She pushed that second thought away. Surely it was just a coincidence that the women in her boss’s porn looked like her. He had never been anything but coldly polite to her before and if his silver eyes seemed to follow her wherever she went, well, she was sure he was just watching to be sure she did her job correctly.