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)
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.