Page 26 of Bought and Enjoyed

“My, my,” he purred. “Such a naughty girl, getting so wet from your punishment.” His thumb found my clit, circling it slowly. “Tell me, Alice. Did you enjoy being disciplined?”

I squeezed my eyes shut, torn between shame and the growing pleasure as Lucas’ skilled fingers worked their magic. “I… I don’t know,” I stammered.

Lucas’ fingers stilled, and I felt him lean over me, his breath hot against my ear. “Well, perhaps you’ll know more in a few moments,” he murmured, his voice low and dangerous. “Your punishment isn’t over yet.”

A chill ran down my spine at his words. “What… what do you mean?” I whimpered, my voice trembling.

“The whipping you just received was for your disobedience,” Lucas explained, his tone calm but unyielding. “But there’s a deeper lesson you must learn: your complete subservience to me, and my privilege to punish you simply to assert my ownership and dominance.”

His hand moved from between my legs to grip my hip firmly. “To truly drive this lesson home, I’m going to whip your cunt.”

Terror gripped me at his words. “No!” I cried out, panic flooding my system. “Please, you can’t!”

I tried to push myself up from the bed, desperate to escape this new, unthinkable punishment. But Lucas’ hand on my hip tightened, holding me in place with ease.

“Where do you think you’re going?” he growled, his voice sharp with authority.

I struggled against his grip, my legs flailing as I attempted to find purchase on the floor. “Let me go!” I sobbed, twisting my body in a desperate bid for freedom.

Lucas’ other hand came down hard on my already tender bottom, the sharp smack echoing in the room. I yelped in pain and protest.

Lucas’ powerful arms encircled me, effortlessly lifting me off the bed. In one fluid motion, he flipped me onto my back, the soft duvet cool against my punished skin. Before I could react, his large hands gripped my knees, pressing them back toward my chest.

“No, please,” I whimpered, my voice hoarse from crying. But Lucas’ expression was implacable, his blue eyes dark with determination.

“Spread your legs,” he commanded. When I hesitated, he applied more pressure, forcing my thighs apart. “Wider.”

Cool air caressed my most sensitive places as I was exposed fully to Lucas’ gaze. I squeezed my eyes shut, unable to bear the intensity of his stare or the shame burning through me.

The first stroke of the martinet across my pussy tore a scream from my throat. White-hot pain bloomed between my legs, radiating outward in waves. Lucas paused, letting me process the sensation before striking again.

Each lash of the cruel implement sent shockwaves through my body. I writhed on the bed, tears streaming down my face as I begged Lucas to stop. But he was relentless, raining down stroke after stroke on my tender flesh, his left arm pressing my knees almost to my chest and his right rising and falling over and over.

I lost count of how many times the martinet connected. All I knew was the searing pain and the growing heat building low in my belly. Then, suddenly, the whipping stopped.

Lucas dropped the martinet, letting it fall to the floor with a soft thud. His large hands moved to caress my thighs, gently spreading them wider. I whimpered as his fingers ghosted over my tender flesh, still burning from the cruel lashes of the martinet.

“Shh,” Lucas murmured, his voice low and soothing. “Let me see what a pretty little cunt you have,ma chère.”

His thumbs parted my outer lips, exposing my secret lips and the entrance to my aching sheath to his hungry gaze. I felt utterly vulnerable, spread open before him like this. A soft gasp escaped me as his fingertips traced along my sensitive folds.

“Oh, Alice,” he breathed, his tone filled with wonder and lust. “Your pussy is absolutely exquisite. So pink and delicate, like a perfect little flower.”

His fingers explored further, dipping into my wetness. I couldn’t hold back a moan as he circled my entrance teasingly.

“And so wet for me,” Lucas continued, his voice dropping to a growl. “Such a naughty girl, getting so aroused from your punishment.”

He leaned down, his breath hot against my inner thigh. “I can’t wait to fuck this sweet little cunt,” he murmured. “To feel these tight walls gripping my cock as I claim what’s mine.”

His thumb found my clit, circling it slowly. Pleasure sparked through me, warring with the remnants of my modesty. Isquirmed beneath his touch, torn between shame and desperate need.

“Such a responsive little cunt,” Lucas pronounced approvingly. “But remember,ma chère—you may not come without my permission. And I’m not ready to grant it just yet.”

He increased the pressure on my clit, rubbing tight circles that had me gasping and arching off the bed. Just as I felt the tension coiling tighter in my core, Lucas eased off, denying me release.

“Please,” I whimpered, beyond caring how needy I sounded.

Lucas chuckled darkly. “Patience, Alice. I want to savor every moment of this.”

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