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Pondering my reflection and the truth of my feelings, another realization struck me. The idea of a traditional marriage, which had seemed so oppressive and antiquated before, suddenly took on a new light.

I imagined myself as Lucas’ wife, not as some subservient doormat, but as his cherished partner. I saw myself pursuing my academic passions with his full support and encouragement. But I also saw myself submitting to his authority in the bedroom, reveling in the exquisite pleasure-pain of his discipline. Iimagined cooking dinner for him after a long day of research, then kneeling at his feet as he fed me bites from his plate.

The image sent a shiver of desire through me, my core clenching with need. I realized that this was what I truly wanted—to be Lucas’ well-disciplined, thoroughly fucked, and deeply loved wife.

My eyes widened at the thought. It went against everything I’d been taught to believe about relationships and gender roles. And yet… it felt right in a way nothing else ever had.

I glanced at the clock, my heart rate picking up as I saw it was nearly time for Lucas to arrive. Despite my newfound clarity, fear still coiled in my belly at the thought of the punishment to come. I knew it would hurt—Lucas never did anything by halves. But I also knew I needed it, craved it even.

I heard a commotion, down below: pleading shouts whose words I couldn’t quite make out, except “Lucas! Lucas!”, which was common to every voice.

My heart began to race as I heard them getting louder, more frantic. Lucas had arrived, and he must not have simply driven by when he saw the press… he must have stopped, must have gotten out of his limo. I moved to the window, peering cautiously through the curtains. My breath caught in my throat as I saw him striding purposefully through the crowd of paparazzi, his face set in a mask of stern determination.

CHAPTER 24

Alice

The photographers swarmed around him, shouting questions and jostling for position. But Lucas moved through them as if they were little more than an inconvenience, his ice-blue eyes fixed on the entrance to my building. I saw him reach for his phone, and a moment later I heard the soft chime of the SA app unlocking my front door.

I backed away from the window, my legs trembling beneath me. My mind raced with conflicting impulses—part of me wanted to run, to hide, to escape the punishment I knew was coming. But a stronger part, the part that had finally acknowledged my true desires, kept me rooted to the spot.

The sound of footsteps in the hallway outside my apartment sent a shiver down my spine. Then, the soft beep of the electronic lock disengaging. The door swung open, and there he was.

Lucas filled the doorway, his broad shoulders blocking out the light from the hallway. His eyes found mine immediately,piercing and intense. I felt pinned in place by his gaze, unable to move or speak.

“Alice,” he said, his voice low and controlled. “Are you ready to accept your punishment?”

My heart raced as I gazed at him. Despite the turmoil of emotions swirling within me, I found my voice.

“Yes,Monsieur,” I whispered, my words barely audible. “I’m ready.”

Lucas nodded curtly, stepping into the apartment and closing the door behind him. The soft click of the lock engaging seemed to echo in the silence between us.

“Strip,” he commanded, his voice brooking no argument. “Everything off.”

My fingers trembled as I reached for the hem of my shirt. I pulled it over my head, letting it fall to the floor. My bra followed, then my yoga pants.

I hesitated for a moment, my fingers hooked in the waistband of my panties. Lucas’ eyes narrowed slightly, a silent warning. Taking a deep breath, I slowly pushed the lacy fabric down my thighs, letting them pool at my feet before stepping out of them.

“Bring them to me,” Lucas ordered, his voice low and husky.

My cheeks burned as I bent to retrieve the delicate scrap of fabric. I could feel the dampness of my arousal as I grasped them, mortified by the evidence of my body’s betrayal. On shaky legs, I approached Lucas, holding out the panties like an offering.

Lucas took them from me, his fingers brushing against mine in a touch that sent electricity coursing through my body. He held the panties up, examining them in the soft light filtering through the curtains. Then, to my utter embarrassment, he brought them to his face and inhaled deeply.

“My, my,” he murmured, his eyes locked on mine. “You’re quite wet, aren’t you,ma chère?”

I wanted to look away, to hide from his penetrating gaze, but I found myself captivated. My breath caught in my throat as Lucas slowly ran his fingers along the damp crotch of my panties, his touch achingly close to where I ached for him.

“I… I’m sorry,” I stammered, though I wasn’t entirely sure what I was apologizing for.

Lucas smiled, though the expression didn’t have much warmth in it—as if the sun were trying to break through clouds of conflict.

“No need to apologize, you little whore. It’s only what I expected.”

My jaw went slack at the wave of need that shot through me at those coarse, now-familiar words. Then I bit my lip, my brow creasing hard, as I watched him put my panties in the inside breast pocket of his blazer.

I fought the urge to cover myself as Lucas’ eyes raked over my body, drinking in every curve and plane. I felt my nipples harden under his scrutiny, a flush of heat spreading across my chest. Despite my fear, I couldn’t deny the arousal still building within me.

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