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)
He released my wrists, and I immediately slipped a hand between my thighs. My fingers found my swollen clit, and I gasped at the intensity of the sensation. I began to circle the sensitive bud frantically, desperate for release.
Lucas increased his pace, pounding into me with bruising force. The dual stimulation was overwhelming—his thick cock stretching my anus impossibly wide, my own fingers working my aching clit. I could feel my orgasm building rapidly, a tidal wave of pleasure threatening to crash over me.
“Oh, God,” I moaned, my voice high and breathy. “I’m so close. Please, Monsieur. Please let me come.”
“Not yet,” Lucas growled, his hips snapping against my tender bottom. “You come when I say you can, not before.”
I whimpered in frustration, slowing my fingers even as my body screamed for release. Lucas’ thrusts became erratic, and I knew he was nearing his own climax.
“Please,” I begged again, beyond shame or pride. “I need it so badly. Please let me come, Monsieur… please…”
I felt Lucas’ hips stutter, his rhythm faltering as he neared his peak. His grip on my hips tightened, fingers digging into my flesh hard enough to leave bruises.
“Come for me,” he growled, his voice thick with lust. “Come now, you little slut.”
As if my body had been waiting for his command, pleasure exploded through me. Wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over me as I came, my inner walls clenching rhythmically around nothing while my anus spasmed around Lucas’ thick shaft. I cried out, beyond caring how wanton I sounded.
“Oh God, oh God, thank you, Monsieur!” I sobbed, remembering his instructions even through the haze of my climax. “Thank you for letting me come!”
Lucas groaned, burying himself to the hilt inside me. I felt the hot splash of his release, filling me in a way I’d never experienced before. The sensation was so intensely intimate, so utterly degrading, that it triggered another small orgasm, leaving me trembling and gasping beneath him.
For several long moments, we stayed frozen in that position—Lucas buried deep inside me, my face pressed into the mattress, both of us panting heavily. Slowly, gently, Lucas withdrew from my tender bottom. I whimpered at the loss, feeling strangely empty without his cock filling me.
Lucas’ hands moved to my hips, easing me onto my side. I winced slightly as my tender bottom made contact with the sheets, but the discomfort was overshadowed by a deep sense of satisfaction.
Lucas stretched out beside me, pulling me against his chest. His fingers traced lazy patterns on my skin as we lay there in silence, our breathing gradually slowing. I felt utterly spent, my body limp and pliant in his arms.
“Are you alright, ma chère?” Lucas murmured, pressing a soft kiss to my temple.
I nodded, not trusting my voice just yet. My mind was reeling, trying to process everything that had just happened. The intensity of the experience, both physically and emotionally, left me feeling raw and exposed.
Lucas’ hand moved to cup my face, tilting my chin up so I had to meet his eyes. His ice-blue gaze was surprisingly tender as he studied me. “Tell me what you’re thinking,” he said softly.
I swallowed hard, struggling to find the words. “I… I don’t know,” I whispered. “It was so intense. I’ve never felt anything like that before.”
A small smile played at the corners of Lucas’ mouth. “But did you enjoy it?” he pressed.
Heat flooded my cheeks as I nodded. “Yes,” I admitted, my voice barely audible. “God help me, but I did.”
Lucas’ smile widened, a hint of smugness in his eyes. Suddenly my mental state seemed to turn completely around, and I saw his picture in the profile Louise had shown me, heard him saying those things about traditional marriage.
And he just showed you that he believes in just that, didn’t he?
Lucas’ arms held me close, and it felt too good. My mind reeled. The intensity of what had just happened left me breathless, my body still tingling with aftershocks of pleasure. But as the haze of arousal began to clear, shame and doubt crept in.
I shifted slightly, wincing at the tenderness in my bottom. The physical reminder of what we’d done sent a confusing mix of arousal and revulsion through me. How could I have enjoyed something so degrading, so utterly submissive?
Louise’s words echoed in my mind, cutting through the fog of lingering pleasure.
“He’s well known for his archaic views on gender roles. The man practically thinks women should be barefoot and pregnant in the kitchen.”
I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to reconcile the man who had just given me earth-shattering pleasure with the chauvinistic brute Louise had described. But weren’t they one and the same? Hadn’t Lucas just proven how little he respected me as an equal by using my body so thoroughly for his own pleasure?
The lingerie I still wore seemed to mock me. The delicate white lace, once so alluring, now felt even more like a costume—a degrading outfit designed to present me as nothing more than a sexual object for Lucas’ enjoyment. I was acutely aware of the garter straps framing my thighs, the sheer stockings clinging to my legs. The cut-out panties left me feeling more exposed than if I’d been completely naked.