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)
“You, Monsieur,” I whimpered.
“That’s right,” Lucas snarled. “It belongs to me. And you dared to play with my property without permission.” He cast his eyes toward the divider that separated us from his driver. “Jules, let’s take a tour of the Bois de Boulogne before we return to Alice’s place, to lose our pursuers.”
“Oui, monsieur,” the neutral voice came back, and I felt a new flush of mortification as I remembered that this unseen Jules of course knew a great deal about my humiliating submission to his employer. That blush couldn’t hold a candle, though, to the one I experienced when Lucas returned his attention to me and issued his next command.
“I think you need a reminder of your place, you little whore,” he said. “You’re going to kneel in front of me and suck my cock while we have our drive in the woods.”
My heart had risen, a glow of affection suffusing it, as I had thought of holding hands as we drove through the storied park where so many scenes of clandestine romance, in so many French novels, had taken place. The sudden revelation that Lucas intended a very different sort of scene made my heart jump with fright even as the arousal below my belly surged so high I had to bite my lip.
I looked into Lucas’ eyes, desperate for some indication of… I didn’t know, until I saw it there, in that searching blue gaze. Care. As simple as that, my mind went back to the other such scene I had lived, in another car with a very different sponsor, the horrid Martin. Martin’s eyes had had in them the opposite of care—a sort of amused recklessness, a will simply to make me submit in the most degrading way possible, to enjoy himself at all costs.
Lucas’ face, though, told me the opposite, or perhaps the converse, or maybe even the same message but delivered in the proper way. I couldn’t figure it out, and I wondered if I ever would because every time I looked into my sponsor’s eyes I couldn’t seem to think straight. Lucas definitely intended to use me for his pleasure; he wanted me on my knees in front of him here in his limo for precisely that reason, to enjoy himself in my mouth while he escaped the paparazzi. He meant to make the most of my body’s holes, whether I felt like yielding them or not, but his eyes nevertheless said that he cared how I felt about it.
Not just cared, either; the slight crease in his brow and the angle of his chin told me that it made all the difference in the world to him. He could see it, I knew. The little smile that played across his lips confirmed it: Lucas Moreau knew that the idea of having my face fucked as we drove through the Bois de Boulogne made me dizzy with arousal, made my hips twitch, my still sore bottom squirm on the car seat.
I shook my head at the paradox, and the tug of his hand in my hair brought a whimper of mingled discomfort and arousal. Lucas’ eyes narrowed, the little smile widening just a bit.
“Oui, ma petite salope,” he murmured. “You must. Don’t make the punishment you have coming worse with more disobedience. On your knees this instant.”
A new rush of heat flooded my cheeks as I kept gazing into those intense blue eyes. Despite the shame burning my face, I couldn’t deny the thrill of arousal that coursed through me just at his commanding tone. With trembling hands, I moved to obey, sliding off the plush leather seat onto my knees before him.
Lucas leaned back, his legs spreading wider to accommodate me between them. His hand tangled in my hair, guiding me forward as his other hand worked to unfasten his trousers. I watched, mesmerized, as he freed his already hardening cock.
“Open your mouth,” he ordered, his voice low and dangerous.
I parted my lips obediently, my heart racing as Lucas guided the tip of his cock to my waiting mouth. He pressed forward slowly, filling me inch by inch until I felt the head hit the back of my throat. I gagged slightly, tears pricking at the corners of my eyes.
“That’s it,” Lucas murmured, his grip tightening in my hair. “Take all of me like a good little cocksucker.”
He began to move, thrusting shallowly at first before picking up speed. I hollowed my cheeks, trying my best to please him as he used my mouth for his pleasure. The car swayed gently as we drove through the park, adding to the surreal nature of the situation.
“Look at me,” Lucas commanded.
I raised my eyes to meet his, seeing the mixture of lust and dominance in his gaze. Lucas groaned softly as he looked down at me, his cock sliding in and out of my stretched lips.