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Lucas continued to rain down feather-light strokes with the martinet, each one sending sparks of sensation across my sensitized skin. I whimpered and squirmed, my fingers workingfrantically between my legs as the dual stimuli overwhelmed me. The plug in my bottom shifted with each movement, adding another layer of stimulation that left me gasping.

“Look at you,” Lucas growled, his voice thick with lust. “So desperate for it. Such a needy little whore.”

I heard the rasp of his zipper, and my heart began to race. The bed dipped as Lucas climbed on, his powerful thighs straddling my hips. I could feel the heat radiating from his body, the brush of fabric against my tender flesh as he positioned himself.

Without warning, Lucas thrust into me hard, burying himself to the hilt in one brutal stroke. I cried out, my body stretching to accommodate his impressive girth. The angle was deep and intense, made even more so by the plug still nestled in my bottom.

“Oh, God,” I sobbed, overwhelmed by the fullness, the slight burn of the stretch.

Lucas didn’t give me time to adjust. He began to move, his hips pistoning against me with bruising force. Each powerful thrust drove me into the mattress, the friction against my still-circling fingers sending jolts of pleasure through my overstimulated body.

“This is what you needed, isn’t it?” Lucas snarled, his hips snapping against my tender bottom with each powerful thrust. “To be used like the filthy little slut you are.”

I whimpered, unable to form coherent words as Lucas pounded into me relentlessly. My fingers worked frantically over my swollen clit, desperate for more stimulation even as the overwhelming sensations threatened to consume me. The plugin my bottom shifted with each brutal thrust, the unfamiliar fullness heightening every sensation.

“Yes,” I finally managed to gasp out. “Oh, God, yes!”

Lucas’ hand tangled in my hair, yanking my head back. “Look at yourself in the mirror,” he growled. “See how desperate you look, how needy.”

I forced my eyes open, catching sight of our reflection in the full-length mirror across the room. The image seared itself into my brain—my flushed face contorted with pleasure and desperation, my body writhing beneath Lucas’ powerful form. His muscles rippled with each thrust, his face a mask of dominant concentration.

“See how well you take my cock?” Lucas goaded, his voice rough with exertion. “How eagerly your tight little cunt grips me?”

I moaned at his crude words, my inner walls clenching around him involuntarily. The added pressure made the plug shift inside me, sending jolts of need radiating outward. My fingers moved faster over my clit, chasing the building tension deep inside my womb.

Lucas’ pace became punishing, his hips slamming against me with bruising force. Each powerful thrust drove the air from my lungs, leaving me gasping and whimpering beneath him. My fingers worked frantically over my swollen clit, desperate for release even as the overwhelming pleasure threatened to consume me.

“That’s it,” Lucas growled. “Keep touching yourself. I want to feel you come on my cock.”

The dual stimulation of Lucas’ relentless pounding and my own frantic touches sent waves of pleasure coursing through my body. The plug in my bottom shifted with each brutal thrust, the unfamiliar fullness heightening every sensation. I could feel my inner walls beginning to flutter, my release hovering just out of reach.

“Please,” I sobbed, my voice barely recognizable. “Oh, God, please!”

Lucas’ hand tightened in my hair, yanking my head back at an almost painful angle. “Come for me,” he snarled. “Now.”

As if my body had been waiting for his command, I felt myself go over the edge. Pleasure exploded through me, radiating outward from my core in pulsing waves. My inner muscles clenched rhythmically around Lucas’ thick shaft, milking him as I cried out in ecstasy.

“Fuck,” Lucas groaned, his hips stuttering against me. “Take it all, you little slut.”

With a final, brutal thrust, Lucas buried himself fully, his lap against my punished bottom pressing his plug deeper into my anus. I felt his essence spurt into me, and then I felt his hand in my hair again, turning my face so he could kiss me, with a softness that seemed to soothe away every bit of discomfort.

“Alice,” he murmured, once he had broken the kiss. “What are you doing to me, you marvelous creature?”

CHAPTER 17

Lucas

I was in the training room in the bowels of Parc des Princes the morning after I had punished Alice with the butt plug, getting a massage. I had done my best to keep myself from thinking about my naughty little slut’s gorgeous backside more than once every five minutes in the intervening hours, but even in sleep I had seen the bewitching sight of the lovely Alice helplessly coming with the plug in her bottom over and over.

Today’s practice would help, I told myself—I had never yet had a girl who had distracted me from the game I loved. On the other hand, I couldn’t say I felt completely certain; I had also never felt such mingled tenderness and sheer sexual aggression toward another girl.

I lay face down on the massage table, Hervé’s strong hands working the knots out of my shoulders. The familiar scent of liniment and sweaty athletic gear filled my nostrils, grounding me in the present moment. I tried to focus on the sensationof tense muscles loosening under Hervé’s expert touch, pushing thoughts of Alice to the back of my mind.

The door to the training room swung open, and I heard the familiar voices of Leo and Tomas enter, their footsteps echoing on the tiled floor. From my position on the table, partially obscured by a privacy screen, they didn’t notice me.

“Did you see the article inLe Parisienthis morning?” Leo asked, his voice tinged with excitement. “About Lucas and that girl?”

I tensed slightly, but Hervé’s hands continued their steady rhythm on my back.

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