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Derick’s grip tightened in my hair. “Deeper,” he commanded, pushing my head down. “I want to feel that tight throat squeezing me.” I gagged as he hit the back of my throat, tears pricking my eyes, but I didn’t pull away. The filthy, wet sounds of me choking on his cock filled the office. He praised me between groans…telling me how perfect my mouth felt, how he’d been thinking about fucking my face since the moment I walked through the gate. He began thrusting up into my mouth, using my throat roughly. Saliva dripped down my chin onto my uniform. Every time I gagged, he pushed a little deeper, training me.

I nod, unable to form proper words. I sit on him with my knees on the side of him. The position is a bit uncomfortable so I try to slide my legs through the opening of the arm rest. When I'm finally comfortable I look at Xavior to see him already looking at me. I break the silence. "Hi there" I say barely audible. He chuckles and jerks my hips forward causing my core to brush against his growing member.

Sean, on the other hand, seemed to be calm even though he was just pushed to the ground. Amelia looked at Jonas with an angry expression and said, “Sean, would you just give us a second?” Sean replied calmly, “I do not trust him, therefore I will not leave you alone with him.” “Fair enough,” Amelia said. Jonas then said, “Give me one reason as to why I won't beat his ass.” Amelia was so angry. At that moment, she couldn't control herself. Out of the blue, she slapped Jonas, leaving both him and Sean speechless.

I heard him take a deep breath, I looked at him while holding the other clothes "Are you tired?" He nodded "Go sit there," I pointed to the black chair near the mirror, he was about to walk away but he immediately turned back to me and frowned when looking at me. "You're making me a dog!" He whispered. A smile slowly appeared on my lips and I immediately giggled. "Hey! No way! Sit down! You're tired!" I told him and pushed him but I couldn't push him because he was heavy! "Go ahead! Just wait for me!" "I don't want to, force me first--" He was interrupted when a sales lady suddenly approached.

I curled up my knees, sticking them together and placing my arms on sides. “Part your legs a little.” He said, and I parted them only a little. “A little more… gosh! Wait, let me do it.” “No! I will…” Before I could stop him, he sat on his knees and parted my legs. “Now raise your hips, keep them up for some time and lower slowly, ok?” He said. It was embarrassing. But if I argued, he would force me to do it, which would be even worse. I raised my hips and then lowered them slowly several times.

“You could accept defeat. Just stay in the wheelchair. We could get your arms strong enough to handle that on a daily basis. Just say you’ve lost too much muscle to use your legs. It would make things easier for you. You could stop forcing yourself through these sessions.” I knew what he meant. Forcing myself in these sessions with Silas yelling at me like it was his life, not mine, that was on the line. His mobility hadn’t taken a hit. Only the fact that he had to take care of me. Still, I couldn’t help but be get angry at what he was suggesting.

I was sick of crawling, but I also didn't want to appear weak in front Xander the Alpha. "Okay times up. How you feel?" He asks. I smile a little and nod, "Good." I'm exhausted "Awesome. Do you feel good in your legs?" "Totally. There's a real difference." I say as I imagine myself watching N*****x. Xander nods and smiles as if he's really proud of himself. "Okay we got two more exercises then we're done." Oh great... By the way, that was sarcasm. "I want you to do a wall sit, but with a tree okay?"

As I moved to stand up he frowned. I crawled towards him on my hands and knees, biting my tongue to keep from saying anything. “Up over my knee,” he instructed. I bent over his knees, and held onto the side of the chair for support. “Now, count, and if you miss one, we’ll have to start over.” His hand smacked with a force that rocked me forward and made me yelp. “Can you not count? We’ll be here all day,” he chuckled, landing another smack.

In front of her, Peter's assistant had been staring at her all this time. "Do you know your mistake?" he asked, piercing her with his gaze as she trembled in fear. However, Puspa, who was deeply frightened, couldn't say anything. Her lips felt tightly sealed. Peter, becoming increasingly emotional, couldn't contain his anger any longer. A few days ago, he had seen Puspa smiling at the security personnel of the mansion, which had angered him. So, now he was venting his emotions on Puspa after punishing the security personnel by making them do three hundred push-ups non-stop.