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)
“Reach back and spread your cheeks for me,” Lucas commanded. “Show me the tight little hole I’m going to claim when I think it’s ready for fucking.”
Heat flooded my face at his crude words, but I found myself obeying without hesitation. My hands trembled as I reached back, grasping the soft flesh of my bottom and pulling my cheeks apart. The cool air of the room whispered across my most intimate places, making me acutely aware of how exposed I was. A thrill of need at the sheer degradation of the scene shot through me, and I had to bite my lip to keep from whimpering.
I heard the snap of the lube bottle opening, and then Lucas’ warm hand was on my lower back, steadying me. “Relax,” he urged. “That will make it easier to get this hole as open and available as I want it, so that I can train you properly.”
Something cool and slick pressed against my puckered entrance, making me gasp. Lucas’ finger circled my hole slowly, spreading the lube and gently massaging the tight ring of muscle. I whimpered softly as he urged a fingertip inside the place he had told me he meant to put his massive, rigid penis.
Lucas’ finger pressed deeper, breaching the tight ring of muscle. I gasped at the intrusion, my body tensing instinctively.
“Shh,” Lucas soothed, his other hand stroking my lower back. “Hush, my little whore. Relax. Take what I choose to give you. Let me in.”
I took a shuddering breath, trying to force my muscles to unclench. Lucas worked his finger slowly in and out, gradually stretching me open.
“That’s it,” he murmured approvingly. “Such a tight little hole. I can’t wait to feel it gripping my cock.”
Heat flooded my face at his words, a mix of embarrassment and arousal coursing through me. Lucas added more lube, the cool gel making me shiver as it dripped down my sensitive flesh.
“I’m going to train this pretty bottom so thoroughly,” Lucas continued, working a second finger alongside the first. “It will be uncomfortable, especially at first, but you’ll learn that you need it, that the pain teaches you to obey me even more thoroughly. You’ll offer me your anus without hesitation, or you’ll be whipped.”
I whimpered as he scissored his fingers, the stretch burning slightly. Lucas’ other hand moved to cup my sex, his fingers ghosting over my swollen lips.
“So wet already,” he observed, his voice thick with desire. “Does the idea of me fucking this tight little hole turn you on, ma petite salope?”
“Y-yes, Monsieur,” I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper.
Lucas growled approvingly, curling his fingers a little to impart a teasing caress to my tingling clit. In back, his fingers worked deeper inside me, still stretching and preparing my virgin anus. I gasped and whimpered at the unfamiliar sensations, torn between discomfort and a strange, burning need.
“That’s it,” Lucas murmured. “Open up for me, ma chère. Let your sponsor in.”
I felt the cool metal of the plug pressing against my entrance, replacing Lucas’ fingers. My body tensed instinctively again, resisting the intrusion.
“Relax,” Lucas commanded, his voice low and authoritative. “Take it like a good girl.”
I took a deep breath, willing my muscles to unclench. Lucas applied steady pressure, slowly working the plug into my resistant hole. The stretch was intense, bordering on painful as the widest part of the plug breached me.
“Oh, God,” I whimpered, my fingers clutching desperately at my bottom cheeks, still sore from the martinet.
“Breathe through it,” Lucas instructed, his hand rubbing soothing circles on my lower back. “You’re going to take the plug whether you like it or not, so make up your mind to obey.”
With a final push, the plug slipped fully inside me. I gasped at the sensation of fullness, my inner muscles clenching around the unfamiliar intrusion. Lucas’ fingers traced the flared base, sending shivers through my body.
“Beautiful,” he murmured. “You look so pretty with your bottom stuffed full.”
Heat flooded my face at his words. I squirmed slightly, acutely aware of the plug’s presence with every movement.
Lucas’ hand came to rest on my lower back, his touch possessive rather than soothing. “Now, naughty Alice,” he said, his voice low and commanding, “I want you to remember why this plug is inside you. Tell me.”
I swallowed hard, and somehow even the slight movement of my throat muscles seemed to make my bottom tighten around the plug. “Because… because I touched myself without permission, Monsieur,” I whispered, heat flooding my cheeks.
“That’s right,” Lucas purred. “You played with what belongs to me. This plug is a reminder that your body—every part of it—is mine to use as I see fit.” His fingers traced the curve of my bottom, sending shivers through my body. “If you disobey me again, if you dare to pleasure yourself without my explicit permission, I’ll have no choice but to whip you severely.”