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’ve already earned extra punishment for your disobedience, Alice,” he warned. “Don’t make it worse for yourself.”
My mind reeled, struggling to process the whirlwind of sensations and emotions. Fear clattered in my stomach, warring with the unwelcome heat that only seemed to grow between my legs with Lucas’ every act of aggression. I told myself I couldn’t bear any more whipping than what Lucas clearly planned already.
I lowered my arms and the ripped dress dropped to the floor. I let out a humiliating little whimper at the sensation. With shaking fingers, I reached behind my back and unclasped my bra.
The simple white cotton fell away, exposing my little breasts with their tiny pink nipples to Lucas’ hungry gaze. I fought the urge to cover myself as I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my panties. Closing my eyes, I pushed them down my legs, stepping out of them as they pooled at my feet.
I stood there, naked and trembling, as Lucas circled me once more. His fingertips ghosted along my spine, making me shiver.
“Go to the end of your bed and stand there, facing the headboard,” he told me, his tone unyielding.
I gave the world-famous man who had somehow become my sponsor a beseeching look, silently pleading with him to reconsider. But he simply lowered his chin, a warning glinting in his icy blue eyes. The message was clear—I had no choice but to obey.
With leaden feet, I began to walk toward my bed. The plush carpet felt soft beneath my bare toes, a stark contrast to the tension thrumming through my body. As I moved, I couldn’t resist turning to look behind me. My face must have been the very picture of a naughty girl’s woe—eyes wide, lower lip trembling, cheeks flushed with shame.
“Hands on your head,” Lucas commanded, his voice brooking no argument. “And turn around. I want to see all of you.”
Swallowing hard, I did as he ordered. I clasped my hands atop my head, my elbows pointing outward. The position made me feel utterly exposed, my small breasts thrust forward, my most intimate areas on display. I turned back toward the bed and kept walking the final few steps, trembling like a leaf in a storm.
I sensed Lucas following me toward the bed, his predatory gaze raking over my naked form. I stood at the edge of the mattress, my legs pressed tightly together in a futile attempt at modesty. The cool air of the room raised goosebumps on my bare skin, my nipples hardening into tight little buds.
As Lucas came up behind me, I could feel the heat radiating from his huge, lean body. One enormous hand came to rest on my bare bottom, his touch sending a jolt through my body. His palm felt impossibly large, covering nearly the entire curve of one cheek. The warmth of his skin against mine made me acutely aware of my nakedness.
“Tell me, Alice,” he said, his voice low and intimate, “have you been spanked or whipped before?”
I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly dry. “Y-yes,” I whispered, my voice quavering.
“Oh?” Lucas’ tone held a mix of curiosity and something darker. His fingers flexed slightly against my flesh. “Do tell.”
Tears pricked at my eyes as I recalled the humiliation of the previous night. “It was… it was yesterday,” I admitted, the words tumbling out in a rush. “A man named Martin—the one I accepted, who I mentioned when I replied to you the first time. He… he spanked me in his car after our date. It hurt so much, and then he… he made me… he made me suck his cock and then just… he just left me there.”
Lucas was silent for a long moment, his hand still resting on my bottom. When he spoke again, his voice was surprisingly gentle. “I’m sorry, ma chère,” he said softly. “Such an unworthy man should never have laid hands on you that way.”
I blinked in surprise at the genuine compassion in his tone. For a moment, I felt a surge of gratitude toward him, a renewal of the sense that perhaps he truly did care for my well-being.
But then his voice hardened once more.
“However,” he said, “Martin wasn’t wrong to recognize your need for discipline. In fact, this incident only confirms how desperately you require a firm hand to guide you.”
Lucas’ fingers tightened on my bottom, squeezing possessively. I gasped at the sudden pressure, a jolt of electricity shooting through me.
“You accepted his offer without truly understanding what it meant,” Lucas continued, his tone stern. “You allowed yourself to be used by an unworthy man, and then you touched yourself without permission, thinking of me. Clearly, you need real punishment to learn your place.”
His large hand moved up to the small of my back, the heat of his palm searing against my bare skin. With gentle but inexorable pressure, he began to bend me forward.