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)
He began to move, setting a punishing pace that had me gasping with each thrust. The obscene sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room, mingling with my muffled moans and Lucas’ grunts of pleasure.
“That’s it,” he growled as he used me. “That feels good, you little whore.”
Abruptly, he stopped, pulled out.
“But it’s time for an even tighter ride for my cock, ma chère. You’re going to crawl to the bedroom on your hands and knees, and then climb up onto your bed and kneel there. You’re going to bend over, and you’re going to offer me the adorable little anus I’m going to fuck.”
CHAPTER 20
Lucas
I studied Alice’s face as I issued my instructions, and then I watched her eyes intently as my words sank in, drinking in every nuance of her expression. Her green orbs widened, a mixture of shock, arousal, and shame flickering across her delicate features. A deep crimson blush bloomed on her cheeks, spreading down her neck to stain her chest a lovely pink. Her full lips parted slightly, trembling as if she wanted to protest but couldn’t quite form the words.
I could see the war raging behind those expressive eyes—the part of her that craved my dominance battling with her more rational mind that insisted this was wrong, degrading, anti-feminist. Her brow furrowed, creating a little crease between her eyebrows that I found utterly charming. She bit her lower lip, worrying it between her teeth in a gesture I’d come to recognize as a sign of her internal conflict.
For a moment, I almost relented. The urge to gather her in my arms, to soothe away her doubts and fears with gentle words and tender caresses, was nearly overwhelming. I could ease her into this lifestyle more slowly, take more time to help her reconcile her submissive desires with her intellectual beliefs.
But as I studied her face, I saw something else beneath the confusion and shame—a flicker of excitement, a spark of arousal that she couldn’t quite hide. Her pupils were dilated, her breathing quick and shallow. Despite her hesitation, her body was responding to my commands, to the promise of what was to come.
My resolve hardened. If Alice and I were to have any future together, I needed to be absolutely certain she could truly submit to me, embrace her deepest desires without reservation.
I knew, with bone-deep certainty, that Alice craved this level of dominance. Her body’s reactions, the way she melted under my touch, the soft whimpers that escaped her lips when I issued a command—all of it pointed to a profound need for submission. But her mind still fought it, clinging to notions of independence and equality that, while admirable in many contexts, had no place in our bedroom.
I had to go all in. I had to push her past her comfort zone, force her to confront the truth of her desires. Only then could we build something real, something lasting. A partnership where we both understood and embraced our roles fully.
My voice took on a dangerous edge as I repeated my order. “I won’t tell you again, Alice. On your hands and knees. Now.”
I watched intently as Alice’s internal struggle played out anew across her face. Her teeth worried at her lower lip, her brow furrowed in consternation. I had to push harder, if I meant to give her what she truly needed.
“Alice,” I said, my voice dropping to a perilous growl, “if you don’t obey me this instant, I’m going to take you over my knee and whip that pretty little bottom of yours until you can hardly walk. And then I’ll fuck your ass anyway, while it’s still burning from my punishment.”
My cock throbbed almost painfully as I issued the threat, swelling to what felt like impossible hardness. Images flashed through my mind—Alice’s soft flesh reddening under the lash of my martinet, her delicate bottom bouncing as I spanked her over and over, her tight virgin asshole clenching around my thick shaft as I claimed her most intimate place.
But even as lust and dominance surged through me, I felt an overwhelming wave of tenderness. My heart swelled with an emotion I could only describe as love, though I hardly dared admit it to myself. Alice’s submissive nature called to something primal within me, awakening a protective instinct I’d never experienced before. I wanted to possess her utterly, to dominate and use her body for my pleasure—but I also wanted to cherish her, to keep her safe and cared for.
The internal struggle kept playing out across her expressive face. Her teeth worried at her plump lower lip, her brow furrowed in consternation. I felt my eyes narrow, my chin dip, unconscious warnings straight from the hunger in my loins to the submission in hers.
With a little murmuring whimper, she dropped to her knees, then fell to support herself on her hands, looking up at me all the while. Wordlessly, my eyes narrowing still a bit further, I pointed to the bedroom.