Chapter 16

CHAPTER 16

A lice

A low growl rumbled in Lucas’ chest, his eyes darkening with desire. “That will change very soon, ma chère ,” he murmured, his voice thick with promise.

The limo glided to a stop outside my apartment building. Lucas tucked the plug back into its velvet bag and slipped it into his pocket before guiding me out of the car with a firm hand on the small of my back. My legs trembled as we walked through the lobby, my mind racing with thoughts of what was to come.

As soon as we entered my apartment, Lucas’ demeanor shifted. His gentle guidance became commanding, his touch more possessive. “Go to your bedroom,” he ordered, his voice low and authoritative. “Take off all your clothes and lie face down on the bed. Do not look back at me.”

I nodded mutely, my heart pounding as I made my way to my room on unsteady legs. I could feel Lucas’ presence behind me, his gaze burning into my back as I stood before my bed. With trembling fingers, I began to undress.

First, I slipped off my shoes, the soft thud as they hit the floor seeming impossibly loud in the quiet room. Then I reached for the zipper of my skirt, slowly pulling it down. The whisper of fabric as it fell to the floor sent a shiver down my spine.

My fingers trembled as I unbuttoned my blouse, letting it slide off my shoulders to pool on the floor. I unhooked my bra, feeling my breasts sway slightly as they were freed. Hooking my thumbs into the waistband of my panties, I hesitated for just a moment before pushing them down my legs and stepping out of them.

Now fully naked, I could feel the weight of Lucas’ gaze on my bare skin. A shiver ran through me as I imagined his eyes roaming over the curve of my bottom, perhaps lingering on the place he intended to claim. Heat flooded my cheeks as I recalled his words in the car—that he would soon be fucking my virgin ass.

My heart pounded as I lowered myself onto the bed, settling face down on the cool sheets. I resisted the urge to look back at Lucas, keeping my eyes fixed straight ahead as he had commanded. But I was acutely aware of his presence behind me, could almost feel the heat radiating from his body.

I heard the soft rustle of fabric as Lucas moved, followed by a few taps on what must have been his phone. There was a mechanical whirring sound, and then the scrape of a drawer opening beneath the bed.

“Lift your hips,” Lucas instructed, his voice low and commanding.

I obeyed, raising my bottom slightly off the mattress. I felt something firm being slid beneath me—a wedge-shaped cushion Lucas must have retrieved from the hidden drawer, available only to my sponsor.

I heard Lucas’ footsteps moving across the room, followed by the soft click of something else opening. The toy cabinet, I realized with a mixture of trepidation and arousal. My fingers clutched at the sheets as I waited, every nerve in my body on high alert.

“I’m taking out the lube,” Lucas informed me, his voice low and controlled. “You’re going to need it for what comes next.”

I shivered at his words, my imagination running wild with possibilities. The sound of his approaching footsteps made my heart race even faster.

“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.”

I whimpered softly, both aroused and frightened by his words. Lucas leaned in close, his breath hot against my ear. “I’d have to whip this pretty little bottom until it’s bright red and burning. Every stroke would remind you of your place, of who you belong to.”

His hand moved lower, fingers ghosting over my still-sensitive pussy. “But for now, I’m curious to see how this affects you. How having your tight little hole stuffed full makes you feel.” He chuckled darkly. “And of course, it’s preparing you for when I decide to claim your virgin ass.”

I gasped at his crude words, a shiver running through me at the thought of Lucas taking my anal virginity. The plug shifted inside me as I squirmed, sending jolts of sensation through my body.

Lucas’ hand moved to grip my hair, tugging gently to make me look up at him. His blue eyes burned with intensity as he gazed down at me.

“Tomorrow,” he said, his voice low and commanding, “you will go to your classes wearing this plug. And you will not wear any panties beneath your skirt.”

My eyes widened in shock and dismay. “No,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “Please, Monsieur . I can’t… I couldn’t possibly…”

“You can and you will,” Lucas replied firmly. “This is part of your punishment, ma chère . A reminder of your place and who you belong to.”

I squirmed, acutely aware of the plug filling me. The idea of wearing it all day, of sitting through lectures with that constant reminder of my submission, made me dizzy with a mixture of arousal and mortification.

“Please,” I begged again. “At least let me wear panties. What if someone sees?”

Lucas’ eyes narrowed dangerously. “Are you questioning my orders, Alice?”

I bit my lip, recognizing the warning in his tone. But I couldn’t stop myself from making one last plea. “ Monsieur , please. I’ll be so distracted. How can I focus on my studies?”

In one fluid motion, Lucas stood and strode to the toy cabinet. My heart raced as I watched him retrieve the dreaded martinet. He turned back to me, the leather strands dangling in front of him.

“Would you prefer more of this?” he asked.

My lips parted and my breath came raggedly between them.

“Well?” Lucas demanded.

“ Non, Monsieur ,” I whispered.

“Very well,” Lucas said, his icy blue eyes burning with a paradoxical fire. “To show your obedience I want you to touch yourself now, show me how you pleasured yourself in that bathroom stall. But this time, you’ll do it with my plug filling your ass, reminding you who you belong to with every movement.”

Heat flooded my face at his words, but I couldn’t deny the thrill of arousal that shot through me. Slowly, I slid one hand beneath my body, my fingers finding my swollen clit. I circled it gently, gasping at how sensitive I was.

“That’s it,” Lucas purred, his grip tightening in my hair. “Show me how desperately you need to come.”

I whimpered as I increased the pressure on my clit, my hips rocking against my hand. The movement caused the plug to shift inside me, the unfamiliar fullness adding a new dimension to my pleasure.

“Does it feel good, you little whore?” Lucas asked, his voice so thick with arousal, it made me clench at the very sound, how it implied the hardness of his huge cock in his trousers, the readiness of that thrusting, driving erection to use me once again.

“Y-yes,” I gasped, my fingers working frantically between my legs. “Oh, God, yes.”

Lucas’ hand tightened in my hair, tilting my head back. “Look at me,” he commanded. “I want to see your face as you come with my plug in your ass.”

I forced my eyes open, meeting Lucas’ intense gaze. His blue eyes burned with lust and dominance as he watched me pleasure myself. The plug shifted inside me with each movement of my hips, sending jolts of sensation through my body.

“That’s it,” Lucas purred. “Show me how much you love being filled, how badly you need to come for your sponsor.”

His words sent a fresh wave of arousal through me. I circled my clit faster, my hips bucking against my hand. The dual sensations of my fingers on my sensitive bud and the plug stretching me open were overwhelming.

“Please,” I whimpered, teetering on the edge of release. “Please, may I come, Monsieur ?”

Lucas’ eyes flashed with approval. “Good girl, asking permission,” he murmured. “Yes, you may come. But remember, from now on, you only come when I allow it.”

With a cry of relief, I let myself fall over the edge. Pleasure crashed over me in waves as I came, my body shuddering with the intensity of my orgasm. My inner muscles clenched around the plug, heightening the sensation.

Lucas turned my head back toward the mattress and pressed my face downward. I cried out at the sudden humiliation. “Eyes down, whore,” he commanded. “And keep yourself coming.”

I gasped as I felt the first whisper-soft lash of the martinet against my tender bottom. The leather strands kissed my skin with exquisite gentleness, sending tingles of sensation radiating outward. I squirmed, torn between wanting to escape the sting and craving more.

Another feather-light stroke landed, this time catching the sensitive crease where bottom met thigh. I whimpered, my hands instinctively flying back to protect my vulnerable flesh.

“Ah ah,” Lucas chided. “Hands away, ma chère . Put one on the mattress and the other between your legs.”

I obeyed with trembling limbs, pressing my left palm into the soft sheets while my right hand dipped between my thighs. My fingers found my swollen clit, still sensitive from my recent orgasm.

“That’s it,” Lucas purred. “Keep touching yourself while I remind you who this body belongs to.”

The martinet whispered through the air again, landing with gossamer softness across both cheeks. I gasped, my hips jerking at the dual sensations of the gentle sting and my own exploring fingers.

“Does it feel good?” Lucas asked, his voice low and thick with arousal. “Having your naughty bottom whipped while you play with your needy little cunt?”

Heat flooded my face at his crude words, but I couldn’t deny the effect they had on me. “Y-yes, Monsieur ,” I stammered.

Lucas continued to rain down feather-light strokes with the martinet, each one sending sparks of sensation across my sensitized skin. I whimpered and squirmed, my fingers working frantically between my legs as the dual stimuli overwhelmed me. The plug in my bottom shifted with each movement, adding another layer of stimulation that left me gasping.

“Look at you,” Lucas growled, his voice thick with lust. “So desperate for it. Such a needy little whore.”

I heard the rasp of his zipper, and my heart began to race. The bed dipped as Lucas climbed on, his powerful thighs straddling my hips. I could feel the heat radiating from his body, the brush of fabric against my tender flesh as he positioned himself.

Without warning, Lucas thrust into me hard, burying himself to the hilt in one brutal stroke. I cried out, my body stretching to accommodate his impressive girth. The angle was deep and intense, made even more so by the plug still nestled in my bottom.

“Oh, God,” I sobbed, overwhelmed by the fullness, the slight burn of the stretch.

Lucas didn’t give me time to adjust. He began to move, his hips pistoning against me with bruising force. Each powerful thrust drove me into the mattress, the friction against my still-circling fingers sending jolts of pleasure through my overstimulated body.

“This is what you needed, isn’t it?” Lucas snarled, his hips snapping against my tender bottom with each powerful thrust. “To be used like the filthy little slut you are.”

I whimpered, unable to form coherent words as Lucas pounded into me relentlessly. My fingers worked frantically over my swollen clit, desperate for more stimulation even as the overwhelming sensations threatened to consume me. The plug in my bottom shifted with each brutal thrust, the unfamiliar fullness heightening every sensation.

“Yes,” I finally managed to gasp out. “Oh, God, yes!”

Lucas’ hand tangled in my hair, yanking my head back. “Look at yourself in the mirror,” he growled. “See how desperate you look, how needy.”

I forced my eyes open, catching sight of our reflection in the full-length mirror across the room. The image seared itself into my brain—my flushed face contorted with pleasure and desperation, my body writhing beneath Lucas’ powerful form. His muscles rippled with each thrust, his face a mask of dominant concentration.

“See how well you take my cock?” Lucas goaded, his voice rough with exertion. “How eagerly your tight little cunt grips me?”

I moaned at his crude words, my inner walls clenching around him involuntarily. The added pressure made the plug shift inside me, sending jolts of need radiating outward. My fingers moved faster over my clit, chasing the building tension deep inside my womb.

Lucas’ pace became punishing, his hips slamming against me with bruising force. Each powerful thrust drove the air from my lungs, leaving me gasping and whimpering beneath him. My fingers worked frantically over my swollen clit, desperate for release even as the overwhelming pleasure threatened to consume me.

“That’s it,” Lucas growled. “Keep touching yourself. I want to feel you come on my cock.”

The dual stimulation of Lucas’ relentless pounding and my own frantic touches sent waves of pleasure coursing through my body. The plug in my bottom shifted with each brutal thrust, the unfamiliar fullness heightening every sensation. I could feel my inner walls beginning to flutter, my release hovering just out of reach.

“Please,” I sobbed, my voice barely recognizable. “Oh, God, please!”

Lucas’ hand tightened in my hair, yanking my head back at an almost painful angle. “Come for me,” he snarled. “Now.”

As if my body had been waiting for his command, I felt myself go over the edge. Pleasure exploded through me, radiating outward from my core in pulsing waves. My inner muscles clenched rhythmically around Lucas’ thick shaft, milking him as I cried out in ecstasy.

“Fuck,” Lucas groaned, his hips stuttering against me. “Take it all, you little slut.”

With a final, brutal thrust, Lucas buried himself fully, his lap against my punished bottom pressing his plug deeper into my anus. I felt his essence spurt into me, and then I felt his hand in my hair again, turning my face so he could kiss me, with a softness that seemed to soothe away every bit of discomfort.

“Alice,” he murmured, once he had broken the kiss. “What are you doing to me, you marvelous creature?”