Chapter 19

CHAPTER 19

A lice

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.”

I tried to look away, but his grip tightened, forcing me to meet his intense gaze. My breath came in short, ragged gasps as I struggled with the conflicting emotions roiling within me.

“I… I don’t…” I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper.

“Don’t lie to me,” Lucas growled. “I can see the truth in your eyes, in the flush of your cheeks, in the way your body trembles at my touch.” His free hand trailed down my neck, fingers ghosting over my collarbone. “Your nipples are hard, straining against your bra. I bet if I slipped my hand between your legs right now, I’d find you soaking wet.”

I whimpered softly, my thighs clenching involuntarily at his words. The plug inside me seemed to throb, a constant reminder of my submission.

“This is who you are, Alice,” Lucas continued, his voice softening slightly. “This dynamic, this exchange of power—it’s not just what I want. It’s what you need, whether you’re ready to admit it or not.”

He released my chin, stepped away, sat back down. He looked steadily into my eyes, my heart pounding at the intensity of his gaze.

“Do as you’re told, you little whore. Take off your clothes and put on your presents.”

Every breath came with a little whining whimper. My lips were parted, but no words came out: no protest, no objection. My brow creased hard as I felt my fingers, apparently of their own accord, beginning to work the buttons again.

Unable to break eye contact with Lucas despite the furnace-like heat in my face, I shrugged off my blouse, letting it fall to the floor. The cool air of the apartment raised goosebumps on my bare arms. I reached behind my back to unhook my bra, hesitating for just a moment before letting it join my blouse on the floor. My breasts felt heavy and exposed, my nipples hardening under Lucas’ scrutiny.

“Beautiful,” he breathed, leaning back on the sofa to better appreciate the view.

My hands shook as I unzipped my skirt, pushing it down over my hips. I stepped out of it, acutely aware of how vulnerable I was, standing before Lucas in nothing but the shameful, degrading plug he had commanded me to wear all day.

“Put your hands on your head, Alice,” he said matter-of-factly, as if he were telling me to pass the salt.

I swallowed hard as I obeyed.

“Good girl. I’m going to tell you something more about yourself, now.”

I felt my eyes go wide. Lucas lowered his chin, and continued, his voice low and brutal.

“You don’t just need the power exchange, ma chère ,” he told me. “You need real discipline. Harsh training. Stern guidance. The whip when you deserve it, and your master’s hardness whenever he chooses, however he chooses, wherever he chooses.”

My body betrayed me as Lucas’ words washed over me. A shudder ran through me, starting at the base of my spine and radiating outward. My hips jerked involuntarily, the movement causing the plug inside me to shift. A soft moan escaped my lips as I felt my inner walls clench around nothing, aching to be filled.

Heat bloomed across my skin, flushing my chest and neck. My breasts felt heavy, my nipples tightening to hard peaks in the cool air of the apartment. Between my legs, I felt a rush of wetness. My thighs trembled as I felt a droplet of my arousal slowly trickle down, leaving a glistening trail on my inner thigh.

“Look at you,” Lucas murmured, his voice thick with desire. “Your body knows the truth, even if your mind is still catching up. You’re dripping for me, ma chère . Your pussy is weeping for my cock, begging to be filled and used.”

I whimpered, shame and arousal warring within me. My bottom squirmed, the plug a constant, undeniable presence. Each tiny movement sent jolts of sensation through my core, stoking the fire building low in my belly.

“Put on the lingerie, Alice,” Lucas commanded again. “I want you to dress those perfect tits, that needy cunt, and that tight little ass in pretty white wrapping. Then I’m going to open my own presents and enjoy them the way I’ve paid to do.”

I couldn’t meet Lucas’ eyes as I reached for the lingerie box with trembling hands. My cheeks burned with shame, but I couldn’t deny the ache between my thighs or the way my nipples had hardened to stiff peaks. Part of me hated how my body was betraying me, responding so eagerly to Lucas’ crude words and commanding tone.

I lifted the delicate white bra from the box, the lace feeling impossibly soft against my fingers. As I slipped my arms through the straps and fastened it behind my back, I felt a confusing mix of emotions wash over me. Part of me thrilled at how beautiful and feminine the garment made me feel. Another part recoiled at the idea of being dressed up like a doll for Lucas’ pleasure.

The garter belt came next. I hesitated, unsure how to proceed.

“ Monsieur ,” I said softly, keeping my eyes lowered. “Should I put on the panties or the garter belt first?”

“The garter belt,” Lucas replied, his voice thick with arousal. “Then the stockings. Panties go on last, over the garter straps.”

My breath caught as I realized the implications. With the panties over the garter belt, Lucas would be able to remove them without having to take off my stockings. I’d be left in just the bra, garter belt, and stockings—exposed and available for his use. An idiotic voice in my head tried to object that with these horrid, lovely panties it didn’t matter at all, but something deep down inside me, about having a man know he could take off my underwear without inconvenience, still sent a thrill of mortification through me.

I fastened the garter belt around my waist with shaking hands, the delicate lace and satin caressing my skin. The weight of the garter straps hanging down my thighs made me acutely aware of my nakedness, of how exposed I was before Lucas’ hungry gaze. I sat on the edge of the couch to roll on the sheer white stockings, feeling utterly wanton as I slowly drew the silky nylon up my legs. The whisper of fabric against my skin sent shivers through me, and I had to bite back a moan as I attached the stockings to the garter clips.

My fingers trembled as I lifted the scandalous panties, the cut-out back taunting me. I stepped into them, drawing them up my legs with agonizing slowness. As the satin settled against my skin, framing my most intimate places, I felt a rush of conflicting emotions—shame at being so exposed, arousal at the thought of Lucas using me, and a deeper, more unsettling feeling of rightness that I didn’t want to examine too closely.

“Turn around,” Lucas commanded, his voice husky with desire. “Let me see my handiwork. Hands on your head.”

I obeyed, turning slowly to face him. His ice-blue eyes raked over me, drinking in every detail of my lingerie-clad form. The heat of his gaze made me feel simultaneously cherished and objectified, desired and owned.

“Beautiful,” he murmured. “Now, come here and get on your knees.”

I trembled as I approached Lucas, sinking to my knees before him. My heart pounded as I gazed up at his imposing form on the couch. His eyes burned with intensity as he slowly unzipped his trousers, freeing his rigid cock.

“Open your mouth,” he ordered.

I parted my lips obediently, my breath catching as Lucas gripped my hair and guided me forward. The thick head of his cock pressed against my lips, and I opened wider, taking him into the wet heat of my mouth. Lucas groaned as I swirled my tongue around his shaft, tasting the salty musk of his skin.

“That’s it,” he urged. “Show me how much you want to please your master.”

I hollowed my cheeks, sucking harder as I took more of his impressive length. My jaw ached as I struggled to accommodate his girth. Lucas’ hips began to move, thrusting deeper into my throat. I gagged slightly, tears pricking at the corners of my eyes.

“Relax,” Lucas instructed, his grip tightening in my hair. “Breathe through your nose.”

I focused on relaxing my throat, suppressing my gag reflex as Lucas fucked my mouth with increasing vigor. The silky stockings whispered against my skin as I shifted on my knees, seeking friction against my aching clit.

After several minutes of using my mouth, Lucas pulled me off his cock. “Stand up,” he told me gruffly. “Go to the end of the couch and face it.”

Lucas stood himself, then walked around behind me. I bit my lip as he bent me over the couch, my hands gripping the soft fabric of the cushions. The cool air caressed my exposed flesh through the opening in the panties, making me aware once again of my vulnerability, my degradation, my availability to the man who had bought me and paid for me. I felt the heat of Lucas’ body as he positioned himself behind me, his hands gripping my hips possessively.

“Such a pretty little cunt,” Lucas mused, running a finger along my slick folds. “So wet and ready for me.”

I whimpered softly, shame and arousal warring within me as my body responded eagerly to his touch. I knew I should resist, should tell him to stop, but the ache between my thighs was overwhelming.

Lucas lined himself up and thrust forward in one smooth motion, burying himself to the hilt inside me, employing the shameful panties in the way clearly intended. I cried out at the sudden fullness, my inner walls stretching to accommodate his impressive girth. In my bottom, the butt plug moved, increasing the sensation so much I felt faint.

“So tight,” Lucas groaned, his fingers digging into my hips. “Your pussy feels like it was made for my cock.”

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.”