Page 56 of Bought and Enjoyed

“Somewhere you can be properly disciplined,” Lucas replied, his tone matter-of-fact. “The stadium.”

My eyes widened in shock. “The stadium? But… why?”

Lucas’ hand came to rest on my bare thigh, his touch both comforting and possessive. “Because,ma chère, you need to understand the consequences of your actions. Your little stunt at the press conference didn’t just affect me. It affected my teammates, the club. You’re going to apologize to them.”

Heat flooded my cheeks as I realized what he meant. “You don’t mean… in front of the team?”

“That’s exactly what I mean,” Lucas confirmed, his fingers tracing lazy circles on my skin. “They’re going to watch as I discipline you. And then, if you take your punishment well, they’ll see how thoroughly I reward you.”

A whimper escaped my lips, equal parts mortification and arousal. The thought of being exposed, punished, and then taken in front of Lucas’ teammates sent a confusing mix of emotions coursing through me. Shame burned hot in my chest, but it was quickly overtaken by a surge of desire so strong it left me breathless.

The ride to the stadium felt like an eternity. Lucas’ hand remained on my thigh the entire time, his fingers tracing maddening patterns on my sensitive skin. I squirmed in my seat, torn between pressing my legs together to alleviate the ache between them and spreading them wider, silently begging for more of Lucas’ touch.

As we pulled up to the private entrance of the Parc des Princes, my heart began to race. This was really happening. In just moments, I would be facing Lucas’ teammates, exposed and vulnerable, ready to accept my punishment.

Lucas helped me out of the car, his hand firm on my lower back as he guided me into the building. The cool air conditioningraised goosebumps on my skin as we walked through the winding corridors. The smell of sweat and grass lingered in the air, reminding me acutely of where we were and what was about to happen.

We paused outside a door marked ‘PSG.’ Lucas turned to me, his ice-blue eyes intense as they bored into mine. “Are you ready, Alice?”

I swallowed hard, my mouth suddenly dry. “Yes,Monsieur,” I whispered, though my voice trembled slightly.

Lucas nodded, a hint of approval in his eyes. “Remember, you brought this on yourself. But if you take your punishment well, you’ll be rewarded.” With that, he pushed open the door.

CHAPTER 25

Alice

The locker room fell silent as we entered. My eyes widened as I took in the scene before me. The entire team was there, each man dressed in nothing but a fluffy blue bathrobe. The air was thick with the scent of soap and aftershave, mingling with the underlying musk of male bodies.

My breath caught in my throat as I gazed at the sea of athletic masculinity before me. Broad shoulders, muscular arms, and powerful thighs were on display, barely concealed by the thin terrycloth. I felt a rush of heat flood my body, my nipples hardening painfully against the silky lining of my raincoat.

Lucas’ hand on my lower back guided me forward, and I stumbled slightly, my legs suddenly weak. The team’s eyes followed our every move, a mixture of curiosity, shock, and something darker, more primal, in their gazes.

“Gentlemen,” Lucas addressed the team, his voice steady and authoritative. “As you know, Alice here caused quite a stir atour press conference. She’s here to apologize and accept the consequences of her actions.”

With that, Lucas turned to me. “Take off your coat, Alice,” he commanded.

My hands trembled as I reached for the buttons. I could feel the weight of every gaze in the room on me as I slowly unfastened each one. The coat slipped from my shoulders, pooling at my feet and leaving me completely naked before the team.

My skin flushed with heat as I felt their eyes roaming over my exposed body, my smooth pussy, bared for Lucas’ enjoyment. Shame and arousal warred within me, making my breath come in short, shallow gasps. I wanted to cover myself, to hide from their hungry gazes, but I knew better than to disobey Lucas.

“On the bench,” Lucas commanded, gesturing to a sturdy structure of white plastic and metal framing that looked like it had come from the training room—something a footballer would sit on to have his ankles taped.

On shaky legs, I walked to the thing, acutely aware of the way my breasts bounced slightly with each step. The plastic was cool against my skin as I lay face down, the legs squeaking softly as I shifted.

Lucas moved to stand beside me, a roll of white athletic tape in his hands. “Put your hands down along the legs,” he ordered.

I obeyed, reaching my hands downward. My heart raced as Lucas began wrapping the tape around my wrists, securing them to the metal legs of the bench. He worked methodically, moving to my ankles next. The tape was snug but not painfully tight, holding me firmly in place.

When he finished, I tested my bonds, finding myself completely immobilized. The position left me utterly exposed, my bottom protruding over the end of the bench slightly and my legs spread wide. I could feel the air on my most intimate places, knowing the team had an unobstructed view of my pussy and anus.

“Open,” Lucas said, his voice low and dangerous. I turned to see him standing over me, just to my left.

I opened my mouth obediently, my cheeks burning with shame as Lucas reached into his pocket and pulled out my panties. The delicate lace dangled from his fingers, a damning reminder of my arousal. I could see the damp spot on the crotch, evidence of how my body had betrayed me.

Lucas bunched up the panties, his eyes locked on mine as he brought them to my lips. The musky scent of my own arousal filled my nostrils as he pushed the fabric into my mouth. The taste of myself on my tongue sent a jolt of confused pleasure through me, even as mortification threatened to overwhelm me.

I heard a few low chuckles from the team, the sound cutting through the haze of my embarrassment. Whispers and murmurs reached my ears, though I couldn’t make out the words. My face burned hotter, knowing they were discussing my predicament, perhaps commenting on my exposed body or the sight of their captain gagging me with my own underwear.

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