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)
“Seven,” came the next count, followed by a particularly hard strike that made me cry out around the gag.
I sobbed openly, my face wet with tears. The pain was overwhelming, each lash feeling like fire across my tender skin. And yet, beneath the agony, I felt something else stirring—a deep, primal arousal that left me breathless. The sight of all those hard penises, those moving hands… the thought of what the team might do to me… what Lucas might invite them to do… it made me so lightheaded I thought I might pass out.
“Eight,” another voice called out, sounding breathless with arousal.
The martinet cracked against my flesh once more, sending shockwaves of pain radiating through my body. I writhed against my bonds, the tape holding firm as I struggled. My muffled cries filled the air, mingling with the sound of flesh on flesh as the team continued to stroke themselves.
“Nine,” came the next count, the voice thick with lust.
I forced my eyes open, blinking away the tears that blurred my vision. The sight before me was overwhelming—a sea of muscular bodies, hands moving rhythmically over impressive erections. Some of the men were openly leering at me, while others seemed almost reluctant, their eyes darting between my exposed form and their teammates.
“Ten,” the final count rang out, followed by the sharpest strike yet.
I screamed around the gag as the martinet bit into my tender flesh one last time. The pain was excruciating, unlike anything I’d ever experienced before. And yet, beneath the agony, I felt an undeniable throb of arousal. My inner walls clenched around nothing, desperate to be filled.
“Good girl,” Lucas murmured, his hand coming to rest on my burning bottom. The heat of his palm against my abused skin sent shivers down my spine. “You took your punishment well.”
I whimpered softly, a mix of pain and relief washing over me. It was over. I had gotten through it. But what came next?
Lucas’ hand caressed my bottom, his touch both soothing and electrifying. I whimpered softly around the gag, torn between pressing into his palm for comfort and pulling away from the pain.
“You did very well indeed, ma chère,” Lucas crooned, his voice low and husky. “Now it’s time for your reward.”
I felt Lucas move behind me, his hands grasping my hips firmly. “Gentlemen,” he addressed the team, “I think our naughty little Alice here deserves to feel how much her punishment affected us all, don’t you?”
A chorus of agreement filled the air, making me shiver with a mixture of fear and anticipation. What did he mean?
Lucas’ hands moved to my bottom, gently spreading my cheeks. I whimpered around the gag as I felt cool air caress my most intimate places.
“Look how wet she is,” Lucas said, his voice thick with desire. “Our naughty girl enjoyed her punishment, didn’t she?”
I heard murmurs of agreement from the team, followed by the sound of footsteps approaching. My heart raced as I felt someone’s presence behind me.
“Go ahead, Tomas,” Lucas encouraged. “See for yourself.”
I gasped as I felt fingers probing my slick folds. Tomas let out a low whistle. “Mon dieu, she’s soaked,” he marveled.
His fingers explored further, circling my aching clit before dipping inside me. I couldn’t help but moan, my hips shifting restlessly against my bonds.
“Such a responsive little slut,” Tomas chuckled. His fingers curled inside me, finding that spot that made me see stars. I cried out around the gag, my inner walls clenching around his digits.
“My turn,” another voice said eagerly. Tomas’ fingers withdrew, quickly replaced by someone else’s. These were thicker, rougher, stretching me in the most delicious way.
“Fuck, she’s tight,” the new player groaned. “Lucas, how do you ever leave the bedroom?”
Lucas chuckled darkly. “With great difficulty,” he replied, “at least when we were truly together. Now we must see if my little Alice is going to realize what she truly needs.”
CHAPTER 26
Lucas
I had watched Alice very carefully as my teammates had shed their robes. Everything I knew about her and everything in the meticulous analysis provided by Selecta told me that her buried fantasies of group sex, when brought to life, could help her achieve a breakthrough. I had also, of course, meant every word I said about punishing her for the stunt the photographer had tricked Alice into playing. Whether or not this girl of my dreams decided to return to me, the punishment fit the crime, and it would teach her the lesson she had earned.
Alice’s sheer physical response when she had grasped what she saw—that the team was jerking off at the sight of her being soundly whipped for her misbehavior—had exceeded all my expectations. The shudder of sheer need that had gone through her adorable little body atop the bench, the way her sweet, bare pussy, between her spread thighs, had visibly clenched, and the squirming of her already pink bottom… all of it had demonstrated that my wonderful, brilliant little whore might indeed be discovering the depth of her submissive needs—not to mention my own skill at meeting them.