Page 44 of Bought and Enjoyed

“That’s it,” he murmured, his voice low and husky. “Show me what belongs to me.”

My fingers froze on the third button of my blouse. I stared at Lucas, his words echoing in my mind. His fuck toy. The property he’d paid for. Shame and arousal warred within me, my cheeks burning hot even as wetness gathered between my thighs.

“I… I can’t,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “This isn’t right.”

I wrapped my arms around myself, suddenly feeling exposed despite still being mostly clothed. “I’m grateful for the subsidy, truly I am,” I continued, the words tumbling out in a rush. “But I can’t go on like this. It’s degrading. I’m not just some… some object for your pleasure.”

Lucas’ eyes narrowed, his jaw tightening. He stood slowly, his imposing height making me feel small and vulnerable. “Is that so?” he asked, his voice dangerously soft. “You find no pleasure in this yourself?”

He took a step closer, and I instinctively backed away. My legs hit the edge of the sofa, and I sank down onto it, looking up at Lucas with wide eyes.

“Look inside yourself, Alice,” he commanded, looming over me. “Examine your reaction when I tell you that you’re my fuck toy. That I own every inch of your body, to use as I see fit.”

I shook my head frantically, even as heat pooled low in my belly. “No,” I protested weakly. “I… it doesn’t… it just… just needs to stop.”

Lucas’ eyes flashed with a mixture of anger and desire. He reached out, his large hand cupping my chin firmly. “Look at me, Alice,” he commanded, his voice low and dangerous. “Look me in the eyes and tell me you don’t crave this. Tell me your body doesn’t ache for my touch, for my control.”

I tried to look away, but his grip tightened, forcing me to meet his intense gaze. My breath came in short, ragged gasps as I struggled with the conflicting emotions roiling within me.

“I… I don’t…” I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper.

“Don’t lie to me,” Lucas growled. “I can see the truth in your eyes, in the flush of your cheeks, in the way your body trembles at my touch.” His free hand trailed down my neck, fingers ghosting over my collarbone. “Your nipples are hard, straining against your bra. I bet if I slipped my hand between your legs right now, I’d find you soaking wet.”

I whimpered softly, my thighs clenching involuntarily at his words. The plug inside me seemed to throb, a constant reminder of my submission.

“This is who you are, Alice,” Lucas continued, his voice softening slightly. “This dynamic, this exchange of power—it’s not just what I want. It’s what you need, whether you’re ready to admit it or not.”

He released my chin, stepped away, sat back down. He looked steadily into my eyes, my heart pounding at the intensity of his gaze.

“Do as you’re told, you little whore. Take off your clothes and put on your presents.”

Every breath came with a little whining whimper. My lips were parted, but no words came out: no protest, no objection. My brow creased hard as I felt my fingers, apparently of their own accord, beginning to work the buttons again.

Unable to break eye contact with Lucas despite the furnace-like heat in my face, I shrugged off my blouse, letting it fall to the floor. The cool air of the apartment raised goosebumps on my bare arms. I reached behind my back to unhook my bra, hesitating for just a moment before letting it join my blouse on the floor. My breasts felt heavy and exposed, my nipples hardening under Lucas’ scrutiny.

“Beautiful,” he breathed, leaning back on the sofa to better appreciate the view.

My hands shook as I unzipped my skirt, pushing it down over my hips. I stepped out of it, acutely aware of how vulnerable I was, standing before Lucas in nothing but the shameful, degrading plug he had commanded me to wear all day.

“Put your hands on your head, Alice,” he said matter-of-factly, as if he were telling me to pass the salt.

I swallowed hard as I obeyed.

“Good girl. I’m going to tell you something more about yourself, now.”

I felt my eyes go wide. Lucas lowered his chin, and continued, his voice low and brutal.

“You don’t just need the power exchange,ma chère,” he told me. “You need real discipline. Harsh training. Stern guidance. The whip when you deserve it, and your master’s hardness whenever he chooses, however he chooses, wherever he chooses.”

My body betrayed me as Lucas’ words washed over me. A shudder ran through me, starting at the base of my spine and radiating outward. My hips jerked involuntarily, the movement causing the plug inside me to shift. A soft moan escaped my lips as I felt my inner walls clench around nothing, aching to be filled.

Heat bloomed across my skin, flushing my chest and neck. My breasts felt heavy, my nipples tightening to hard peaks in the cool air of the apartment. Between my legs, I felt a rush of wetness. My thighs trembled as I felt a droplet of my arousal slowly trickle down, leaving a glistening trail on my inner thigh.

“Look at you,” Lucas murmured, his voice thick with desire. “Your body knows the truth, even if your mind is still catching up. You’re dripping for me,ma chère. Your pussy is weeping for my cock, begging to be filled and used.”

I whimpered, shame and arousal warring within me. My bottom squirmed, the plug a constant, undeniable presence. Each tiny movement sent jolts of sensation through my core, stoking the fire building low in my belly.

“Put on the lingerie, Alice,” Lucas commanded again. “I want you to dress those perfect tits, that needy cunt, and that tight little ass in pretty white wrapping. Then I’m going to open my own presents and enjoy them the way I’ve paid to do.”

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