Chapter 144/Commanded to Touch Myself

Chapter 144: 144/Commanded to Touch Myself

Chapter 144

Stephanie’s point of view

I straightened my torso with limbs that trembled like autumn leaves, and I began to slide the black underwear down slowly and helplessly until I rid myself of it completely, tossing it right next to the skirt to stand completely naked in the face of his silent scrutiny.

He approached me once more with his entire massive build and towering height that completely blocked the light from me. His warm hands extended to grip my slender waist with immense power and precision. With a single, improvised, and steady hold, he lifted my body effortlessly as if I were entirely weightless, placing me down onto the cold surface of the wooden desk with a mild violence.

His hands slid down with a provocative slowness from my waist, tracing along the contours of my bare thighs. He pressed his fingers against my skin with a force that left distinct red marks in its wake, then fixed his dark eyes onto my face, delivering a dry command: "Lift your feet and place them right here along the edge."

He was pointing his index finger toward the polished surface of the desk. I lifted my feet in blind compliance, placing them exactly where he desired. Immediately, his palms extended to separate my thighs with a sudden power and violence that forced me to arch my upper back slightly in an automatic movement to maintain my balance from falling, stabilizing myself by anchoring my palms onto the surface of the desk behind me, leaning heavily on my arms.

He lowered his gaze, sitting down in a deliberate motion onto his chair, and began to stare with absolute focus and widened eyes at my pussy, which was pulsing violently and completely drenched in its natural fluids due to the arousal that had established a total grip over me. His rasped voice emerged in a question as freezing as frost: "Are you considering informing me now of who did this to you and breached their boundaries with you at the school, or not?"

I remained pale-faced, locking my lips tightly together, and I didn’t respond with a single letter.

His eyelids narrowed with absolute cruelty, and he delivered in a low voice: "This silence of yours and unjustified stubbornness... will cost you heavily inside this room."

His powerful fingers moved to unfasten the buttons of his white shirt cuffs with an agonizing slowness that caught my breath, then rolled them up in calculated measures to reveal his broad forearms, their massive, protruding veins signaling his immense strength and absolute authority.

He lifted his hand, running his fingers through his pitch-black hair to push it back in an automatic motion that multiplied his handsomeness and dominant aura within my adolescent mind. I was watching him with blurred, clouded eyes, my mind screaming in silence due to the raw sexual magnetism he exuded in such an imperial, heart-capturing manner.

He placed his massive palms flat onto the surface of the desk, dangerously close to my aggressively separated thighs, then bent his torso toward me in an offensive stance that made me swallow my saliva in pure terror. My gaze locked entirely onto his broad neck, watching his Adam’s apple vibrate clearly and powerfully in his throat as he swallowed his saliva slowly.

His rasped voice rose in a decisive coldness that shattered the silence: "I will no longer ask you for anything or for any name... the questions have entirely concluded."

A genuine terror surged through my limbs like a blistering electrical current, blending with a frantic, hidden feminine eagerness that nearly destroyed what remained of my small mind. What was he going to execute to my naked body next? Was he going to fuck me completely right now by his own decree, considering me his absolute property? Or would his large, rough fingers caress my pussy to extinguish my fire? *Ah... if he would only place his palm on my body to end this slow torture and waiting that is ripping my entrails apart.*

He bent his head down slightly until it was positioned perfectly level with my pulsing pussy, which was entirely open and exposed before him due to the separation of my thighs. With a sudden, shocking movement that completely short-circuited my mind, he spat directly onto it. The warm, hot droplets of his saliva made impact against my sensitive inner skin with violence, causing a sharp electrical shiver and a violent tremor that shook my entire core and obliterated my stability so thoroughly that a faint, low moan escaped me.

He lifted his torso up slightly, interlocking his powerful arms across his broad chest as he pierced me with a rigid, stony look entirely devoid of emotion. Then, he delivered a dry, sharp command: "I want you to masturbate with your fingers right now in front of me."

My breath caught dead in my chest in shocked bewilderment, and my mind was completely paralyzed. I couldn’t process in that cruel moment that he was refusing to even touch my body with the tips of his own fingers. *Am I a filthy plague to a man like him to this extent? Does he find it repulsive to touch my skin and body with his hands?*

I stated in a stammering, startled tone, my lips trembling violently: "What... what are you saying?"

He fired back, his blue eyes fixed onto my face with iron-clad severity: "What I requested is perfectly clear and requires zero explanation... come on, begin."

I couldn’t recall ever executing this act to myself in my entire life, even while completely alone in the privacy of my bedroom due to my ignorance of these matters. And now, he was standing there, demanding with absolute coldness that I execute that scandalous act right before him, beneath his hawkish, probing, and unmerciful scrutiny. I extended my trembling hand with an agonizing slowness and hesitant movements, placing the tips of my fingers over my damp pussy, beginning to caress and press it from the outside in random, chaotic, and fearful strokes that completely lacked any semblance of experience.

He let out a hot exhalation from his chest, stating with a sharp irritation at my freezing pace: "Not like this, not in this superficial manner."

I stopped moving entirely, looking up at him with eyes that begged for assistance and absolute helplessness: "What do I execute then? I do not know."

His venomous, commanding hiss pierced my ears as he delivered: "Insert your fingers inside immediately."

My heart constricted with genuine panic and terror due to my virginity, and I stated in a faint voice: "I cannot... please."

The contours of his face hardened with a terrifying cruelty that displaced any remaining leniency, and he delivered in a booming, thunderous voice: "I have given you a clear command... execute it without debate!"

I did not want in any shape or form, or under any circumstance, to surrender my virginity—which I was desperately preserving—with my own fingers in this degrading, shameful manner.

Despite my clouded reasoning as a girl, I had always waited with a lingering hope to bestow it with complete passion to the individual I would be with in the future out of love. This was true even though all the girls in the high school at our age and within my exact class had already engaged in those sexual experiences in full detail with their boyfriends, while I had never possessed anyone to touch me prior to entering this office.

I looked up at him as the tears spilled over, blanketing my pale cheeks, and I uttered in a pleading, broken, and shivering cadence: "I am a virgin... Sir."