Page 28 of Bought and Enjoyed

“Is there anything else you’d like,ma chère?”

I stared at Lucas, my face burning with shame and desire. His icy blue eyes held mine, demanding an answer. My mind raced, torn between the desperate need for release and the last vestiges of my modesty.

“I… I don’t know,” I stammered, squirming under his intense gaze.

Lucas’ lips curved into a knowing smile. “Perhaps,” he murmured, his voice low and seductive, “you’d like something big and hard in this sweet little cunt of yours?”

A sob caught in my throat, mortification and arousal warring inside me. I shouldn’t want this, shouldn’t crave the degradation and possession. But my treacherous body ached for his touch, for the fullness he promised.

“Please,” I whimpered, tears of shame spilling down my cheeks. “Please… f-fuck me.”

Lucas chuckled darkly. “All in good time,ma chère,” he purred. “But first…” His hand drifted lower, fingers ghosting over my sensitive flesh. “Now, you little whore, it’s time to come.”

His skilled fingers found my clit, circling the swollen bud with expert precision. Pleasure sparked through me, hot and urgent. I gasped, my hips bucking against his hand.

“Tell me who this little cunt belongs to,” Lucas demanded, increasing the pressure. “Say it.”

“Oh, God,” I moaned, beyond caring how wanton I sounded. “Please… no…” By that point I knew I didn’t mean it, really; something inside me had already acknowledged, shameful though it was, that my pussy didn’t belong to me anymore, but to the world-famous man who had decided he wanted to buy it for his personal use. But something else in me, in some rebellious corner of my head, knew that the more I resisted, the better it would feel when my new sponsor broke me.

Lucas’ eyes flashed dangerously as he abruptly pulled his hand away. I whimpered at the loss of contact, my hips lifting desperately, seeking his touch.

“No, Alice,” he growled, his voice low and commanding. “You don’t get to come until you acknowledge who owns this pretty little cunt.”

I squirmed on the bed, torn between shame and desperate need. Lucas loomed over me, his powerful body a reminder of his dominance. His blue eyes bored into mine, demanding submission.

“Tell me,” he insisted. “Who does this cunt belong to?”

I bit my lip, tears of frustration and humiliation welling in my eyes. “Please,” I whispered.

Lucas’ hand came down sharply on my inner thigh, the sting making me yelp. “Answer me,” he demanded.

“You!” I cried out. “It belongs to you,Monsieur!”

A satisfied smile spread across Lucas’ face. “That’s right,” he purred. “This sweet little cunt is all mine.”

His fingers returned to my aching center, circling my clit with maddening precision. I gasped, pleasure sparking through me once more.

“Look at me,” Lucas commanded.

I forced my eyes open, meeting his intense gaze. The intimacy of the moment overwhelmed me—my legs spread wide, Lucas’ hand between them, his eyes locked on mine as he touched me, commanded me, unlocked the pleasure inside my… my…

My hot, wet cunt.

Lucas’ fingers worked expertly between my legs, building the tension higher and higher. I gazed up at him, transfixed by the intensity in his ice-blue eyes. My hips rocked against his hand, chasing the release that hovered just out of reach.

“That’s it,” Lucas purred. “Let go for me,ma chère. Show me how good it feels when I play with my little cunt.”

His crude words sent a jolt of electricity through me. I should have been mortified, but instead I felt a perverse thrill at being reduced to nothing more than a plaything for his pleasure.

“Please,” I whimpered. “I’m so close…”

Lucas increased the pressure, his thumb circling my clit as two fingers plunged inside me. The dual stimulation was overwhelming. I cried out, my back arching off the bed as the first waves of orgasm crashed over me.

“Look at me,” Lucas commanded. “I want to see your face as you come for me.”

With monumental effort, I forced my eyes open, meeting his gaze as pleasure pulsed through my body. Lucas watched me intently, drinking in every gasp and shudder.

“Beautiful,” he murmured. “Such a good girl, coming so prettily for me.”

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