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)
Lucas’ brow furrowed slightly, but he nodded for me to continue. I took a deep breath, steeling myself for what I was about to say.
“I saw an article today,” I said, my voice trembling slightly. “About your views on relationships and gender roles. It said… It said you believe in a ‘traditional marriage’ where the wife follows the husband’s lead. Is that true?”
Lucas’ expression softened, a hint of understanding dawning in his eyes. He reached out, taking my hand in his larger one. “Ah, I see,” he murmured. “You’re worried about what that might mean for us.”
I nodded, unable to find the words to express the tumult of emotions swirling inside me. Lucas was silent for a long moment, his thumb tracing gentle circles on the back of my hand. When he spoke again, his voice was low and measured.
“Alice, ma chère, I won’t deny that I have traditional values when it comes to relationships. But perhaps I should explain what that means to me.” He paused, his eyes searching my face. “When I speak of a traditional marriage, I’m not talking about oppression or inequality. I’m talking about a partnership where each person has their role, where we complement and support each other.”
I frowned, still uncertain. “But you said the wife should follow her husband’s lead.”
Lucas sighed softly, his brow furrowing as he considered his words carefully. “In some matters, yes,” he admitted. “But that doesn’t mean the wife’s thoughts and feelings are disregarded. It’s about having a clear decision-maker when needed, not about dictating every aspect of her life.”
He paused, his eyes searching my face intently. “Alice, I would never want to stifle your intelligence or your ambitions. Your passion for history, your drive to succeed academically—these are things I admire greatly about you. I want to support your goals, not hinder them.”
I bit my lip, still feeling conflicted. “But then why…” I gestured helplessly at the lingerie box. “Why this? Why make me wear a plug all day, forbid me from wearing panties? It feels like you’re trying to control me, to make me into some kind of… sex object.”
My heart skipped a beat as I saw how Lucas’ eyes darkened at that.
“Well, ma chère,” he said, his voice just above a growl, “I suppose I refuse to deny that. I’ve paid a good deal of money in order that, yes, you be my lovely, intelligent fuck toy. Now I think you’d better act like it, or face the consequences. Stand up and take off all your clothes. I want to watch you put on your present.”
CHAPTER 19
Alice
My heart pounded in my chest as I stared at Lucas, his words echoing in my ears. Strip. Put on the lingerie. Be his fuck toy. My cheeks burned with shame even as a treacherous warmth gathered between my thighs.
I stood on trembling legs, my fingers moving to the buttons of my blouse. As I slowly undid each one, I couldn’t tear my eyes away from Lucas’ intense gaze. His eyes raked over me, drinking in every inch of exposed skin.
“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.”