Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 65189 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 326(@200wpm)___ 261(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65189 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 326(@200wpm)___ 261(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
I watched, transfixed, as Alice began to crawl toward the bedroom. The sight of her on her hands and knees, clad in the exquisite white lingerie I had chosen for her, sent a fresh surge of arousal coursing through my body. My cock, still jutting from my fly, glistening with Alice’s copious need, throbbed almost painfully.
The delicate lace of her bra hugged the curves of her breasts, the sheer cups offering tantalizing glimpses of her rosy nipples as they brushed against the fabric with each movement. The garter belt cinched her slender waist, emphasizing the feminine flare of her hips. My eyes traced the path of the garter straps down her thighs, admiring how they framed her shapely legs encased in sheer white stockings.
But it was the view from behind that truly captivated me. The cut-out seat of the panties framed her most intimate places perfectly, the lacy border drawing my gaze to the treasures within. Her pussy glistened with arousal, the delicate folds pink and swollen, begging for my touch. And there, nestled between her pert bottom cheeks, was the jeweled base of the butt plug.
I had to suppress a groan of lust as I watched it shift with each movement of her hips, imagining how it must feel inside her. The plug was preparing her tight little hole for my cock, stretching her gradually to accommodate my girth. Soon, I would take her there, just as we both so urgently needed. I would claim Alice Morgan’s bottom so thoroughly she would never forget what kind of man she belonged to.
Alice
Somehow I reached the end of the bed, my heart pounding so hard I could feel it in my throat. With trembling hands, I gripped the edge of the mattress, pulling myself up onto the soft surface. The silky sheets whispered against my stockinged knees as I crawled to the center, positioning myself as Lucas had commanded.
My breath came in short, ragged gasps as I lowered my chest to the bed, pressing my burning face into the cool fabric. The position left my bottom high in the air, exposed and vulnerable. I could feel the cool air of the room caressing my bare private lips through the shameful cut-out in the panties.
As I waited for Lucas to enter the room, my mind raced. I told myself I had no choice but to obey, that the consequences of disobedience were too severe to risk. The memory of my last punishment flashed through my mind—the sharp crack of the martinet against my tender flesh, the fiery sting that lingered for days. I shuddered, clenching involuntarily around the plug in my bottom.
But even as fear rose in my belly, I couldn’t deny the molten heat growing between my thighs. My nipples strained against the delicate lace of the bra, aching to be touched. Each tiny movement sent jolts of sensation through my core as the plug shifted inside me. I was so aroused I could barely think straight, my body screaming for release even as my mind recoiled at my helpless response to my keeper’s brutal dominance.
I heard Lucas’ footsteps approaching, the soft thud of each step sending shivers down my spine. My heart raced, pounding so hard I could feel it in my throat. I knew he was watching me, drinking in the sight of my exposed and vulnerable form.
Heat bloomed across my skin as I imagined his hungry gaze roaming over my body. In my mind’s eye, I could see him standing in the doorway, his eyes dark with lust. I pictured his large hand wrapped around his thick shaft, slowly stroking as he admired his conquest.
The image sent a fresh wave of arousal coursing through me, and I had to bite back a moan. My inner walls clenched around nothing, aching to be filled. The plug in my bottom seemed to throb in time with my racing pulse, a constant reminder of my submission.
I tried to push away the unsettling realization of how right Lucas had been. His words echoed in my mind: “You need real discipline. Harsh training. Stern guidance.” My body’s eager response to his dominance was undeniable proof of the truth in his assessment.
But acknowledging that truth felt like a betrayal of everything I believed in. How could I reconcile my feminist ideals with this desperate need to submit? I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to block out the conflicting thoughts.
“Spread yourself for me, Alice,” Lucas commanded, his voice hard as stone—hard as his rigid penis, I knew with a blush.
With trembling hands, I reached back, grasping the soft flesh of my bottom cheeks. I pulled them apart, exposing my dark secret, my master’s reminder of my sexual subservience, to his hungry gaze. The cool air of the bedroom whispered across my sensitive skin, making me shiver.