Page 23 of Bought and Enjoyed

“You’ve already earned extra punishment for your disobedience, Alice,” he warned. “Don’t make it worse for yourself.”

My mind reeled, struggling to process the whirlwind of sensations and emotions. Fear clattered in my stomach, warring with the unwelcome heat that only seemed to grow between my legs with Lucas’ every act of aggression. I told myself I couldn’t bear any more whipping than what Lucas clearly planned already.

I lowered my arms and the ripped dress dropped to the floor. I let out a humiliating little whimper at the sensation. With shaking fingers, I reached behind my back and unclasped my bra.

The simple white cotton fell away, exposing my little breasts with their tiny pink nipples to Lucas’ hungry gaze. I fought the urge to cover myself as I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my panties. Closing my eyes, I pushed them down my legs, stepping out of them as they pooled at my feet.

I stood there, naked and trembling, as Lucas circled me once more. His fingertips ghosted along my spine, making me shiver.

“Go to the end of your bed and stand there, facing the headboard,” he told me, his tone unyielding.

I gave the world-famous man who had somehow become my sponsor a beseeching look, silently pleading with him to reconsider. But he simply lowered his chin, a warning glinting in his icy blue eyes. The message was clear—I had no choice but to obey.

With leaden feet, I began to walk toward my bed. The plush carpet felt soft beneath my bare toes, a stark contrast to the tension thrumming through my body. As I moved, I couldn’t resist turning to look behind me. My face must have been the very picture of a naughty girl’s woe—eyes wide, lower lip trembling, cheeks flushed with shame.

“Hands on your head,” Lucas commanded, his voice brooking no argument. “And turn around. I want to see all of you.”

Swallowing hard, I did as he ordered. I clasped my hands atop my head, my elbows pointing outward. The position made me feel utterly exposed, my small breasts thrust forward, my mostintimate areas on display. I turned back toward the bed and kept walking the final few steps, trembling like a leaf in a storm.

I sensed Lucas following me toward the bed, his predatory gaze raking over my naked form. I stood at the edge of the mattress, my legs pressed tightly together in a futile attempt at modesty. The cool air of the room raised goosebumps on my bare skin, my nipples hardening into tight little buds.

As Lucas came up behind me, I could feel the heat radiating from his huge, lean body. One enormous hand came to rest on my bare bottom, his touch sending a jolt through my body. His palm felt impossibly large, covering nearly the entire curve of one cheek. The warmth of his skin against mine made me acutely aware of my nakedness.

“Tell me, Alice,” he said, his voice low and intimate, “have you been spanked or whipped before?”

I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly dry. “Y-yes,” I whispered, my voice quavering.

“Oh?” Lucas’ tone held a mix of curiosity and something darker. His fingers flexed slightly against my flesh. “Do tell.”

Tears pricked at my eyes as I recalled the humiliation of the previous night. “It was… it was yesterday,” I admitted, the words tumbling out in a rush. “A man named Martin—the one I accepted, who I mentioned when I replied to you the first time. He… he spanked me in his car after our date. It hurt so much, and then he… he made me… he made me suck his cock and then just… he just left me there.”

Lucas was silent for a long moment, his hand still resting on my bottom. When he spoke again, his voice was surprisingly gentle.“I’m sorry,ma chère,” he said softly. “Such an unworthy man should never have laid hands on you that way.”

I blinked in surprise at the genuine compassion in his tone. For a moment, I felt a surge of gratitude toward him, a renewal of the sense that perhaps he truly did care for my well-being.

But then his voice hardened once more.

“However,” he said, “Martin wasn’t wrong to recognize your need for discipline. In fact, this incident only confirms how desperately you require a firm hand to guide you.”

Lucas’ fingers tightened on my bottom, squeezing possessively. I gasped at the sudden pressure, a jolt of electricity shooting through me.

“You accepted his offer without truly understanding what it meant,” Lucas continued, his tone stern. “You allowed yourself to be used by an unworthy man, and then you touched yourself without permission, thinking of me. Clearly, you need real punishment to learn your place.”

His large hand moved up to the small of my back, the heat of his palm searing against my bare skin. With gentle but inexorable pressure, he began to bend me forward.

“Support yourself on your elbows,” he instructed, his voice low and commanding.

My heart pounded so forcefully I could feel it in my throat as I lowered myself onto the soft duvet. The position left me utterly exposed, my bottom raised and vulnerable. Cool air whispered across my most intimate places, making me shiver.

I turned my head, pressing my cheek against the bedspread as I tried to catch a glimpse of Lucas. From this angle, all I couldsee was the lower half of his body, still fully clothed in his impeccable suit. The contrast between his polished appearance and my naked, bent-over form only heightened my terrible, thrilling sense of degradation and vulnerability.

Lucas’ large hand settled on the small of my back, his touch both soothing and electrifying. I felt the smooth wooden handle of the martinet trailing along my spine, then down over the curve of my bottom. The supple leather strands whispered against my skin as Lucas dragged the implement slowly down the backs of my thighs.

“Spread your knees,ma chère,” he murmured, his voice low and intimate in my ear.

I hesitated, my face burning with shame at the thought of exposing myself even further. Lucas’ hand pressed more firmly against my back, a silent warning.

“Now, Alice,” he said, his tone menacing.

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