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)
Heat bloomed across my face as I imagined how I must look to Lucas—bent over, legs spread, offering up my virgin bottom like some kind of shameless harlot, bought and paid for. The delicate white lace of the lingerie only served to emphasize my wanton display, framing my exposed flesh in a mockery of innocence.
I could feel Lucas’ eyes on me, burning with intensity. His gaze seemed to caress every inch of my bared skin, leaving tingles in its wake. I squeezed my eyes shut, unable to bear the weight of his scrutiny. But even with my eyes closed, I remained acutely aware of his presence, of the raw hunger radiating from him.
A whimper escaped my lips as I felt a trickle of moisture seep from my aching core, slowly trailing down into the gusset of the mortifying panties. I knew Lucas must be able to see it, to smell the heady scent of my arousal. The thought sent another surge of wetness flooding my already sodden folds.
I heard Lucas’ sharp intake of breath, followed by the soft rustle of fabric as he moved closer. The mattress dipped slightly as he knelt behind me on the bed.
I felt Lucas’ fingers brush against my sensitive flesh as he took hold of the base of the butt plug. My breath caught in my throat, a whimper of mingled arousal and shame escaping my lips.
“Shh, ma chère,” Lucas murmured, his voice unexpectedly gentle. “Just relax. Push out for me, nice and slow.”
His words, so soothing and encouraging, caught me off guard. I had expected roughness, demands, perhaps even mockery of my embarrassment. Instead, Lucas’ tone was almost tender, guiding me through this intensely intimate act.
I took a shuddering breath, trying to follow his instructions. As I bore down slightly, I felt the plug begin to move. The sensation was indescribable—a slow, inexorable stretch that made me acutely aware of every nerve ending in that most private place.
“That’s it,” Lucas praised softly. “You’re doing so well, Alice. Keep pushing.”
Heat flooded my face as I continued to expel the plug. I could feel it stretching me wider as the thickest part approached my opening. A small, desperate sound escaped me—half moan, half whimper.
“Almost there,” Lucas encouraged. “Just a little more.”
With a final push, I felt the plug slip free. The sudden emptiness was shocking, leaving me feeling strangely bereft. My anus clenched and relaxed rhythmically, adjusting to the acute absence I felt there.
“Now,” Lucas said in the same soft voice, “let’s get this little asshole ready for its master’s cock.”
CHAPTER 21
Alice
I heard the snap of a top opening, and I knew with a flare of heat in my cheeks that it must be the cap on a bottle of lube. I shivered as I felt the cool lube drip onto my exposed anus. Lucas’ fingers spread it around gently, massaging the sensitive ring of muscle. My breath caught in my throat as he slowly pressed a finger inside, stretching me open.
“Such a tight little hole,” Lucas murmured, his voice low and husky. “I’m going to enjoy feeling it grip my cock.”
Heat flooded my face at his crude words, but I couldn’t deny the way my body responded. My inner walls clenched around nothing, aching to be filled. I pressed my burning cheek against the cool sheets, trying to ground myself as Lucas worked a second finger inside me. I felt my fingers tremble as I held the little cheeks that still felt sore from my whipping two nights ago.
“It’s going to hurt at first, ma chère,” he continued, scissoring his fingers to stretch me further. “But you’ll get used to it. I’m going to train this pretty bottom so thoroughly, you’ll be begging for my cock in your ass before long.”
A whimper escaped me, equal parts shame and arousal. I squeezed my eyes shut and clutched my bottom more firmly, almost overwhelmed by the conflicting emotions swirling within me. Part of me wanted to protest, to tell Lucas this was too much, too fast. But a deeper, more primal part of me craved exactly what he was promising—to be used, trained, and molded into the perfect submissive for my dominant keeper.
As Lucas continued to prepare me, I became acutely aware of the delicate lace encasing my body. The bra cups pressed against my sensitive breasts, the sheer fabric allowing my hardened nipples to show through. The garter belt cinched my waist, emphasizing the curve of my hips. The stockings clung to my legs, their silky texture a sensual whisper against my skin with every tiny movement.
The lingerie made me feel simultaneously beautiful and utterly debauched. The pure white color spoke of innocence, of virginal purity. Yet the design was anything but innocent—the sheer cups barely containing my breasts, the garter straps that I could feel under my wrists framing my thighs, drawing attention to what lay between them. And those lovely, obscene panties, with their lewd cut-out, leaving me more exposed than if I’d been completely naked.