Chapter 15

CHAPTER 15

A lice

I nodded mutely, my throat too tight to form words. Lucas’ hand came up to cup my chin, forcing me to meet his intense gaze.

“But first,” he said, his voice dropping to a menacing whisper, “we need to deal with your disobedience.”

I swallowed hard, my heart pounding frantically in my chest. “Yes, Monsieur ,” I whispered.

Lucas’ eyes gleamed with a mixture of anger and arousal. His hand moved from my chin to grip the back of my neck, fingers tangling in my hair.

“Tell me, Alice,” he growled. “What exactly were you doing in that bathroom stall?”

Heat flooded my face as I recalled my frantic self-pleasure just minutes ago. I lowered my eyes, unable to meet Lucas’ penetrating stare.

“I… I touched myself,” I admitted, my voice barely audible.

Lucas’ grip tightened, sending a jolt of electricity down my spine. “And who does that little cunt belong to?” he demanded.

“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.

“Such a pretty little mouth,” he murmured. “Made to be fucked, just like your tight cunt.”

His words sent a jolt of arousal through me, making me moan around his shaft. Lucas’ hips jerked in response, driving his cock deeper into my throat. I gagged again, tears spilling down my cheeks.

“Shh,” Lucas soothed, his thumb brushing away a tear. “Relax your throat, ma chère . Let me in.”

I tried to obey, focusing on relaxing my muscles as Lucas continued to thrust. Gradually, I felt my gag reflex easing, allowing him to push deeper. The car turned sharply, and Lucas’ cock hit the back of my throat at a new angle. I whimpered, my hands clutching at his thighs for balance.

“That’s it,” Lucas growled, his voice thick with pleasure. “Take it all like a good girl.”

His pace increased, fucking my face with abandon. I could feel saliva dripping down my chin, my jaw aching from the stretch. Yet despite the discomfort, I felt a perverse thrill at being used this way. My pussy clenched with need, dampening my panties further.

Lucas’ breathing grew ragged, his thrusts becoming more erratic. I could tell he was getting close to his release. Suddenly, the car accelerated, and I realized we must be leaving the park and re-entering the busy streets of Paris.

Lucas’ hand tightened in my hair, holding me steady as the vehicle swerved through traffic. “Put your hand in your panties,” he demanded. “Show me how you touched yourself in that bathroom stall.”

I whimpered around his cock, my eyes widening at his command. But I knew better than to disobey. With trembling fingers, I reached beneath my skirt, pushing aside my soaked panties to touch my aching clit.

“That’s it,” Lucas purred, his voice husky with arousal. “Show me how you pleasure yourself when you think of me.”

My cheeks burned with shame, but I couldn’t deny the thrill that shot through me at his words. I began to circle my clit, mimicking the frantic movements from earlier. The dual sensations of Lucas’ cock in my mouth and my own fingers on my sensitive flesh were overwhelming.

A muffled cry escaped me as a particularly sharp turn sent Lucas’ cock deeper into my throat. My hips bucked against my hand, chasing the pleasure building within me.

“Such a naughty little slut,” Lucas groaned, his thrusts becoming more forceful. “Getting off while sucking your sponsor’s cock in the back of a car.”

I moaned around him, my fingers working frantically between my legs as Lucas used my mouth. The car swerved again, and I nearly lost my balance, but Lucas’ firm grip on my hair held me in place.

“That’s it,” he growled, his voice strained with his approaching climax. “Show me how badly you need to come.”

I whimpered, my hips jerking erratically as I rubbed my clit. The vibrations of the moving car, combined with the fullness of Lucas’ cock in my mouth and my own desperate touches, had me teetering on the edge.

Suddenly, Lucas’ hand tightened in my hair, holding me still as he thrust deep into my throat. “I’m going to come,” he snarled. “And you’re going to swallow every drop like a good little whore.”

His hips jerked forward, and I felt his cock pulse as he emptied himself down my throat. I struggled to swallow, tears streaming down my face as I fought against my gag reflex. Lucas held me in place until he had finished, only then slowly withdrawing from my mouth.

I gasped for air, my chest heaving as I looked up at him with watery eyes. Lucas gazed down at me, his expression a mix of satisfaction and something softer, almost tender.

“Good girl,” he murmured, his thumb brushing over my swollen lips. “You took that so well.”

I preened slightly at the praise, but I could see in Lucas’ face that that feeling would be short-lived. His eyes gleamed as he tucked himself back into his trousers. His large hand cupped my cheek, thumb brushing over my swollen lips.

“You did well, ma chère ,” he murmured. “But don’t think this means you’ve escaped punishment for your earlier transgression.”

I swallowed hard, a shiver running through me at his words. Lucas pulled me back onto the seat beside him, his arm wrapping possessively around my waist.

“When we return to your apartment,” he continued, his voice low and dangerous in my ear, “I’m going to punish you properly. And to ensure you don’t forget your lesson, you’ll be wearing a reminder of your place.”

My eyes widened as Lucas reached into his jacket pocket, producing a small velvet bag. With deliberate slowness, he loosened the drawstring and tipped the contents into his palm.

I gasped as I saw what lay there—a gleaming metal plug, its tapered end curving to a thick bulb before narrowing again to a flared base. The metal caught the light filtering through the tinted windows, winking at me ominously.

“This,” Lucas purred, “will go in that tight little ass of yours. You’ll wear it every day when you go to class, feeling it with every step, every movement. It will remind you that your body belongs to me, to use as I see fit.”

Heat flooded my face as I stared at the plug. Lucas’ fingers caressed its gleaming surface, his eyes dark with desire as he gazed at me. “This isn’t just for punishment, ma chère ,” he murmured, his voice low and intimate. “It’s also preparation.”

My heart raced, a mix of fear and excitement coursing through me. “Preparation?” I whispered, my voice barely audible over the soft hum of the car’s engine.

Lucas nodded, a wicked smile playing at the corners of his mouth. “Yes, Alice. This plug will slowly stretch and train your tight little asshole, preparing it for my cock.”

Heat flooded my face, spreading down my neck and chest. I squirmed in my seat, acutely aware of the dampness between my thighs.

“Tell me, ma petite salope ,” Lucas continued, his eyes boring into mine. “Has anyone ever fucked that pretty ass of yours before?”

I bit my lip, dropping my gaze to my lap. “N-no, Monsieur ,” I admitted, my voice trembling. “Never.”

Lucas’ hand came up to cup my chin, forcing me to meet his intense stare. “Look at me when you answer, Alice,” he commanded softly.

I raised my eyes, feeling as though I might combust from the heat of my blush. “No, Monsieur ,” I repeated, more firmly this time. “I’ve never been… taken… there.”