Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 65189 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 326(@200wpm)___ 261(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65189 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 326(@200wpm)___ 261(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
“Support yourself on your elbows,” he instructed, his voice low and commanding.
My heart pounded so forcefully I could feel it in my throat as I lowered myself onto the soft duvet. The position left me utterly exposed, my bottom raised and vulnerable. Cool air whispered across my most intimate places, making me shiver.
I turned my head, pressing my cheek against the bedspread as I tried to catch a glimpse of Lucas. From this angle, all I could see was the lower half of his body, still fully clothed in his impeccable suit. The contrast between his polished appearance and my naked, bent-over form only heightened my terrible, thrilling sense of degradation and vulnerability.
Lucas’ large hand settled on the small of my back, his touch both soothing and electrifying. I felt the smooth wooden handle of the martinet trailing along my spine, then down over the curve of my bottom. The supple leather strands whispered against my skin as Lucas dragged the implement slowly down the backs of my thighs.
“Spread your knees, ma chère,” he murmured, his voice low and intimate in my ear.
I hesitated, my face burning with shame at the thought of exposing myself even further. Lucas’ hand pressed more firmly against my back, a silent warning.
“Now, Alice,” he said, his tone menacing.
Trembling, I inched my knees apart against the side of the mattress, over the softness of the duvet. Cool air caressed my most intimate places as I opened myself to Lucas’ gaze. I buried my face in the bedspread, overwhelmed by my shame.
“Good girl,” Lucas purred, approval warming his voice. The praise sent an unexpected thrill through me, despite my fear and embarrassment.
“Listen carefully, ma petite,” he continued, his breath hot against my ear. “For you, punishment will always be sexual. Your body belongs to me now, to discipline and to pleasure as I see fit.”
To emphasize his point, Lucas swung the martinet in a gentle arc. The leather strands connected with my exposed pussy, the sting making me gasp and jerk against the bed.
His hand moved from my back to grip my waist, his fingers digging into my soft flesh. I could feel the heat of his body as he leaned over me.
“Do you feel that, ma chère?” he murmured, pressing his lap against my hip. The hard length of his erection strained against his trousers, unmistakable against my bare skin. “My cock is so hard for you, just thinking about whipping this delectable little bottom and then claiming it as mine.”
A helpless whimper escaped my lips, my face burning with shame as I felt my body responding to his words and touch. Despite my fear and embarrassment, I could feel wetness gathering between my thighs, my treacherous pussy clenching with need.
“Please,” I whispered, new heat suffusing my cheeks as I heard the ambiguity in my tone.
Lucas straightened up, his left hand coming to rest atop my waist. The pressure was firm, holding me in place. I could sense him adjusting his stance, preparing to deliver my punishment.
“We’ll start with ten strokes for your disobedience,” he said, his voice low and stern. “Count them out loud. If you miss one, we’ll start over. Do you understand?”
I nodded mutely, my throat too tight to form words.
“I said, do you understand?” Lucas repeated, his tone sharp.
“Y-yes,” I whispered.
The martinet whistled through the air, its leather strands biting into the soft flesh of my bottom. A sharp cry escaped my lips as the stinging pain blossomed across my skin.
“Count,” Lucas commanded, his voice stern and unyielding.
“One,” I gasped out, my voice trembling.
“One what?” Lucas prompted, a dangerous edge to his tone.
Realization dawned, sending a fresh wave of humiliation through me. “One, Monsieur,” I corrected myself, the words feeling strange and submissive on my tongue.
As soon as I spoke, I felt an unexpected and powerful response deep within my core, just to the sound of my own voice, acknowledging Lucas’ command over me. The walls of my too-warm sheath clenched hard, the sensation so intense that another cry escaped my lips—this one tinged with unmistakable pleasure.
Lucas’ hand stilled on my back. “Did you just clench, ma petite?” he asked, his voice low and knowing.
My face blazed with shame as I realized he had sensed my body’s traitorous reaction. I was stunned by his skill, his ability to read my responses so accurately. How could he possibly know?
“Oui, Monsieur,” I whispered, my voice barely audible as I admitted to my arousal.
CHAPTER 11
Lucas
I couldn’t keep a smile from my lips, though I meant to take Alice’s first real discipline session very seriously. I brought the martinet down again, watching with fascination and growing sexual hunger as the leather strands splayed across Alice’s tender flesh. The impact left a crisscrossing pattern of pink lines on her pale skin. Alice’s body jerked, a strangled cry escaping her lips.