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)
All too soon, we arrived at my building. Lucas helped me out of the car, his strong hand engulfing mine. We stood for a moment on the sidewalk, gazing up at the weathered facade.
“Fifth floor, no?” Lucas asked with a slight smile. I nodded again, suddenly very aware of the lack of an elevator.
As we began to climb the narrow staircase, the reality of what was about to happen hit me full force. I was bringing Lucas Moreau—international football star and my new sponsor—back to my tiny apartment. My heart raced with a mixture of anxiety and excitement. Each step brought us closer to my apartment—and to whatever Lucas had in mind for me. I could feel the heat of his body behind me, his presence both thrilling and intimidating.
By the time we reached the fifth floor, I was slightly out of breath, my cheeks flushed. As I fumbled with my keys, I felt Lucas’ eyes on me, appraising. A shiver ran through me at the thought of what he might be imagining.
He’s going to fuck me, I thought. He’s going to drive his hardness into me, and… and I’m going to have to… I’m going to…
I’m going to be fucked tonight.
Relief rose in my chest that Lucas couldn’t see my face, just then. I had made up my mind to try… to do my best to submit to Lucas Moreau… to let him have his way just as he pleased.
Finally, the lock clicked open. I stepped inside, Lucas following close behind. The soft thud of the door closing seemed to echo in the small space. For a moment, we stood in silence, the air thick with tension and unspoken desires.
I turned to face Lucas, my breath catching at the intensity in his gaze. His blue eyes had darkened, filled with a hunger that both thrilled and terrified me. My resolve of a moment before, to submit, wavered. I knew some of what this man expected, the same thing Martin had expected—the thing I had agreed to by accepting his offer. Fucking. My body thrummed with arousal, even as nerves fluttered in my stomach.
Just submit, I told myself. Let him take control.
But as I opened my mouth to speak—to offer myself to him, perhaps—Lucas’ expression suddenly changed. The warmth I’d glimpsed earlier vanished, replaced by a cold, almost cruel smile that made my blood run cold.
“Tell me, Alice,” he said, his voice stern, a sonic match for his terrifying face, “did you enjoy yourself last night?”
I blinked in confusion. “Last night? I’m not sure what you—”
“Oh, I think you do,” he interrupted, his blue eyes boring into mine. “You see, the Selecta Arrangements app is quite… thorough in its communication with Platinum Elite members like me. I received a notification informing me that you were engaging in some rather self-indulgent activities.”
My blood ran cold as understanding dawned. No. It couldn’t be.
“What do you mean?” I whispered, though I already knew the answer.
Lucas’ lips curved into a predatory smile. “I mean, my dear, that I was alerted when you began touching yourself. And I was given the opportunity to watch.”
Shame and horror flooded through me. I felt my face flame scarlet as I remembered my fevered imaginings, my fingers working desperately between my thighs as I pictured Lucas spanking me.
“That’s… that’s impossible,” I stammered. “How could you possibly—”
“Observe?” Lucas said coolly. He pulled out his phone and tapped the screen a few times. Suddenly, the lights in my apartment dimmed. A panel slid open in the wall, revealing a hidden screen that flickered to life.
I stared at the screen in abject horror, my mind reeling as I watched myself writhing on the bed, lost in the throes of self-pleasure. The footage was grainy but unmistakable. My face burned with humiliation as I realized Lucas had seen everything—my most private, intimate moments laid bare.
“No,” I whispered, shaking my head in denial. “This can’t be real. How is this possible?”
Lucas stepped closer, his imposing presence filling my senses. “Oh, it’s very real, ma chère. The Selecta Arrangements program is quite thorough in monitoring its associates. For your protection, of course, as well as my pleasure.”
CHAPTER 9
Alice
Lucas’ tone sounded casual, almost amused, which only intensified my mortification. I wrapped my arms around myself, suddenly feeling exposed despite being fully clothed.
“But… but that’s a violation of privacy!” I protested weakly.
Lucas raised an eyebrow. “Is it? You agreed to the terms when you signed up, Alice. Perhaps you should have looked more closely at what you signed.”
My chest filled with fury at myself. What hadn’t I agreed to, I wondered suddenly, with a thrill of fear.
“Now then,” Lucas continued, the stern edge in his voice taking on an even harsher tone. “We need to discuss your behavior. From this moment on, touching yourself without permission is strictly forbidden for you, as my fuck toy.”