Chapter 20

CHAPTER 20

L ucas

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.

I watched, transfixed, as Alice began to crawl toward the bedroom. The sight of her on her hands and knees, clad in the exquisite white lingerie I had chosen for her, sent a fresh surge of arousal coursing through my body. My cock, still jutting from my fly, glistening with Alice’s copious need, throbbed almost painfully.

The delicate lace of her bra hugged the curves of her breasts, the sheer cups offering tantalizing glimpses of her rosy nipples as they brushed against the fabric with each movement. The garter belt cinched her slender waist, emphasizing the feminine flare of her hips. My eyes traced the path of the garter straps down her thighs, admiring how they framed her shapely legs encased in sheer white stockings.

But it was the view from behind that truly captivated me. The cut-out seat of the panties framed her most intimate places perfectly, the lacy border drawing my gaze to the treasures within. Her pussy glistened with arousal, the delicate folds pink and swollen, begging for my touch. And there, nestled between her pert bottom cheeks, was the jeweled base of the butt plug.

I had to suppress a groan of lust as I watched it shift with each movement of her hips, imagining how it must feel inside her. The plug was preparing her tight little hole for my cock, stretching her gradually to accommodate my girth. Soon, I would take her there, just as we both so urgently needed. I would claim Alice Morgan’s bottom so thoroughly she would never forget what kind of man she belonged to.

Alice

Somehow I reached the end of the bed, my heart pounding so hard I could feel it in my throat. With trembling hands, I gripped the edge of the mattress, pulling myself up onto the soft surface. The silky sheets whispered against my stockinged knees as I crawled to the center, positioning myself as Lucas had commanded.

My breath came in short, ragged gasps as I lowered my chest to the bed, pressing my burning face into the cool fabric. The position left my bottom high in the air, exposed and vulnerable. I could feel the cool air of the room caressing my bare private lips through the shameful cut-out in the panties.

As I waited for Lucas to enter the room, my mind raced. I told myself I had no choice but to obey, that the consequences of disobedience were too severe to risk. The memory of my last punishment flashed through my mind—the sharp crack of the martinet against my tender flesh, the fiery sting that lingered for days. I shuddered, clenching involuntarily around the plug in my bottom.

But even as fear rose in my belly, I couldn’t deny the molten heat growing between my thighs. My nipples strained against the delicate lace of the bra, aching to be touched. Each tiny movement sent jolts of sensation through my core as the plug shifted inside me. I was so aroused I could barely think straight, my body screaming for release even as my mind recoiled at my helpless response to my keeper’s brutal dominance.

I heard Lucas’ footsteps approaching, the soft thud of each step sending shivers down my spine. My heart raced, pounding so hard I could feel it in my throat. I knew he was watching me, drinking in the sight of my exposed and vulnerable form.

Heat bloomed across my skin as I imagined his hungry gaze roaming over my body. In my mind’s eye, I could see him standing in the doorway, his eyes dark with lust. I pictured his large hand wrapped around his thick shaft, slowly stroking as he admired his conquest.

The image sent a fresh wave of arousal coursing through me, and I had to bite back a moan. My inner walls clenched around nothing, aching to be filled. The plug in my bottom seemed to throb in time with my racing pulse, a constant reminder of my submission.

I tried to push away the unsettling realization of how right Lucas had been. His words echoed in my mind: “You need real discipline. Harsh training. Stern guidance.” My body’s eager response to his dominance was undeniable proof of the truth in his assessment.

But acknowledging that truth felt like a betrayal of everything I believed in. How could I reconcile my feminist ideals with this desperate need to submit? I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to block out the conflicting thoughts.

“Spread yourself for me, Alice,” Lucas commanded, his voice hard as stone—hard as his rigid penis, I knew with a blush.

With trembling hands, I reached back, grasping the soft flesh of my bottom cheeks. I pulled them apart, exposing my dark secret, my master’s reminder of my sexual subservience, to his hungry gaze. The cool air of the bedroom whispered across my sensitive skin, making me shiver.

Heat bloomed across my face as I imagined how I must look to Lucas—bent over, legs spread, offering up my virgin bottom like some kind of shameless harlot, bought and paid for. The delicate white lace of the lingerie only served to emphasize my wanton display, framing my exposed flesh in a mockery of innocence.

I could feel Lucas’ eyes on me, burning with intensity. His gaze seemed to caress every inch of my bared skin, leaving tingles in its wake. I squeezed my eyes shut, unable to bear the weight of his scrutiny. But even with my eyes closed, I remained acutely aware of his presence, of the raw hunger radiating from him.

A whimper escaped my lips as I felt a trickle of moisture seep from my aching core, slowly trailing down into the gusset of the mortifying panties. I knew Lucas must be able to see it, to smell the heady scent of my arousal. The thought sent another surge of wetness flooding my already sodden folds.

I heard Lucas’ sharp intake of breath, followed by the soft rustle of fabric as he moved closer. The mattress dipped slightly as he knelt behind me on the bed.

I felt Lucas’ fingers brush against my sensitive flesh as he took hold of the base of the butt plug. My breath caught in my throat, a whimper of mingled arousal and shame escaping my lips.

“Shh, ma chère ,” Lucas murmured, his voice unexpectedly gentle. “Just relax. Push out for me, nice and slow.”

His words, so soothing and encouraging, caught me off guard. I had expected roughness, demands, perhaps even mockery of my embarrassment. Instead, Lucas’ tone was almost tender, guiding me through this intensely intimate act.

I took a shuddering breath, trying to follow his instructions. As I bore down slightly, I felt the plug begin to move. The sensation was indescribable—a slow, inexorable stretch that made me acutely aware of every nerve ending in that most private place.

“That’s it,” Lucas praised softly. “You’re doing so well, Alice. Keep pushing.”

Heat flooded my face as I continued to expel the plug. I could feel it stretching me wider as the thickest part approached my opening. A small, desperate sound escaped me—half moan, half whimper.

“Almost there,” Lucas encouraged. “Just a little more.”

With a final push, I felt the plug slip free. The sudden emptiness was shocking, leaving me feeling strangely bereft. My anus clenched and relaxed rhythmically, adjusting to the acute absence I felt there.

“Now,” Lucas said in the same soft voice, “let’s get this little asshole ready for its master’s cock.”