Page 38 of Bought and Enjoyed

“Please,” I begged again. “At least let me wear panties. What if someone sees?”

Lucas’ eyes narrowed dangerously. “Are you questioning my orders, Alice?”

I bit my lip, recognizing the warning in his tone. But I couldn’t stop myself from making one last plea. “Monsieur, please. I’ll be so distracted. How can I focus on my studies?”

In one fluid motion, Lucas stood and strode to the toy cabinet. My heart raced as I watched him retrieve the dreaded martinet.He turned back to me, the leather strands dangling in front of him.

“Would you prefer more of this?” he asked.

My lips parted and my breath came raggedly between them.

“Well?” Lucas demanded.

“Non, Monsieur,” I whispered.

“Very well,” Lucas said, his icy blue eyes burning with a paradoxical fire. “To show your obedience I want you to touch yourself now, show me how you pleasured yourself in that bathroom stall. But this time, you’ll do it with my plug filling your ass, reminding you who you belong to with every movement.”

Heat flooded my face at his words, but I couldn’t deny the thrill of arousal that shot through me. Slowly, I slid one hand beneath my body, my fingers finding my swollen clit. I circled it gently, gasping at how sensitive I was.

“That’s it,” Lucas purred, his grip tightening in my hair. “Show me how desperately you need to come.”

I whimpered as I increased the pressure on my clit, my hips rocking against my hand. The movement caused the plug to shift inside me, the unfamiliar fullness adding a new dimension to my pleasure.

“Does it feel good, you little whore?” Lucas asked, his voice so thick with arousal, it made me clench at the very sound, how it implied the hardness of his huge cock in his trousers, the readiness of that thrusting, driving erection to use me once again.

“Y-yes,” I gasped, my fingers working frantically between my legs. “Oh, God, yes.”

Lucas’ hand tightened in my hair, tilting my head back. “Look at me,” he commanded. “I want to see your face as you come with my plug in your ass.”

I forced my eyes open, meeting Lucas’ intense gaze. His blue eyes burned with lust and dominance as he watched me pleasure myself. The plug shifted inside me with each movement of my hips, sending jolts of sensation through my body.

“That’s it,” Lucas purred. “Show me how much you love being filled, how badly you need to come for your sponsor.”

His words sent a fresh wave of arousal through me. I circled my clit faster, my hips bucking against my hand. The dual sensations of my fingers on my sensitive bud and the plug stretching me open were overwhelming.

“Please,” I whimpered, teetering on the edge of release. “Please, may I come,Monsieur?”

Lucas’ eyes flashed with approval. “Good girl, asking permission,” he murmured. “Yes, you may come. But remember, from now on, you only come when I allow it.”

With a cry of relief, I let myself fall over the edge. Pleasure crashed over me in waves as I came, my body shuddering with the intensity of my orgasm. My inner muscles clenched around the plug, heightening the sensation.

Lucas turned my head back toward the mattress and pressed my face downward. I cried out at the sudden humiliation. “Eyes down, whore,” he commanded. “And keep yourself coming.”

I gasped as I felt the first whisper-soft lash of the martinet against my tender bottom. The leather strands kissed my skin with exquisite gentleness, sending tingles of sensation radiating outward. I squirmed, torn between wanting to escape the sting and craving more.

Another feather-light stroke landed, this time catching the sensitive crease where bottom met thigh. I whimpered, my hands instinctively flying back to protect my vulnerable flesh.

“Ah ah,” Lucas chided. “Hands away,ma chère. Put one on the mattress and the other between your legs.”

I obeyed with trembling limbs, pressing my left palm into the soft sheets while my right hand dipped between my thighs. My fingers found my swollen clit, still sensitive from my recent orgasm.

“That’s it,” Lucas purred. “Keep touching yourself while I remind you who this body belongs to.”

The martinet whispered through the air again, landing with gossamer softness across both cheeks. I gasped, my hips jerking at the dual sensations of the gentle sting and my own exploring fingers.

“Does it feel good?” Lucas asked, his voice low and thick with arousal. “Having your naughty bottom whipped while you play with your needy little cunt?”

Heat flooded my face at his crude words, but I couldn’t deny the effect they had on me. “Y-yes,Monsieur,” I stammered.

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