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)
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.”