Bought and Enjoyed – Shameful Arrangements Read Online Emily Tilton

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Contemporary, Erotic Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 65189 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 326(@200wpm)___ 261(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
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His eyes bored into mine, intense and unwavering.

“The martinet is always used on the bare flesh of the miscreant, so that the nudity enhances the punishment through embarrassment, heightening the sensation of exposure—the sting of the lashes paired with the shame of nakedness, even when used only on the legs. Truly, though, it is the bare bottom of a naughty girl where it has always found its truest service.”

As I listened to him, my heart raced—not just from fear or anticipation but from a twisted sense of intrigue. My instincts screamed at me to run, yet my body betrayed me with each breath that filled my lungs. I was caught in this web he’d woven between dominance and care.

“Now,” he continued, his voice sharpening with authority. “Take off all your clothes.”

I hesitated, caught in a tug-of-war between my will and his command. It felt surreal: my mind raced with conflicting notions even as my hands twitched, trying to move toward the zipper at the back of my dress, my body crazily responding with an obedience my brain screamed to reject.

“No,” I whispered, my eyes wide as I gazed up at his hard, gorgeous face looming over me. I swallowed hard. “No… I… I won’t. It’s not… I don’t… I don’t want to.”

CHAPTER 10

Alice

“Well, ma chère,” Lucas said softly but with unmistakable menace, “now I have something truly to punish you for, don’t I? Good girls take off their clothes when their sponsors tell them to.”

His eyes flashed with a dangerous mix of arousal and anger at my defiance. He took a step toward me, his imposing presence filling my senses.

“I said, take off your clothes,” he growled, his voice low and commanding. “Don’t make me tell you again.”

I backed away instinctively, my heart pounding. “Please,” I whispered, “I’m not ready for this. Can’t we just… talk?”

A cruel smile played at the corners of Lucas’ mouth. “Oh, Alice,” he purred, “we’re well past talking now. You agreed to be mine, and I intend to claim what belongs to me.”

He closed the distance between us in two long strides. Before I could react, his hand shot out, gripping the front of my dress. With a sharp tug, he tore the delicate fabric, exposing my bra and the soft skin of my stomach.

I gasped, instinctively trying to cover myself. But Lucas was faster. He grabbed my wrists, pinning them above my head as he pressed me against the wall.

“Such a naughty girl,” he murmured, his eyes raking over my exposed flesh. “Disobeying me already. I’m going to enjoy teaching you your place.”

His free hand trailed down my body, caressing the curve of my breast before moving lower. I squirmed against his grip, torn between fear and a traitorous spark of arousal.

“Please…” I said. “Don’t?” I couldn’t tell which bothered me more: the question mark I had added to don’t or the unwelcome thought that I had meant do instead.

Lucas’ eyes glinted dangerously as he gripped the torn fabric of my dress. “Since you won’t undress yourself like a good girl,” he growled, “I’ll have to do it for you.”

With a swift, powerful motion, he ripped the dress down the middle, the sound of tearing fabric echoing in the quiet room. I gasped as cool air hit my newly exposed skin. Lucas stepped back, drinking in the sight of me standing there in my simple white bra and gray panties, the tattered remains of my dress hanging off my shoulders.

“Oh, ma chère,” he said, his tone a mix of amusement and disapproval. “These undergarments simply won’t do. They’re far too… innocent for a naughty girl like you.”

I crossed my arms over my chest, face burning with shame. Lucas circled me slowly, his gaze traveling over every inch of my body. I could feel the heat of his stare on my skin. I shuddered, chewing my lower lip so hard I thought I might draw blood.

“Don’t worry about your dress,” he said casually, reaching out to trail a finger along my collarbone. “I’ll be happy to buy you three much nicer ones to replace it. But first…”

He stopped in front of me, his blue eyes darkening with desire. “Before I buy you those dresses, I’ll have to purchase some lingerie that will present your breasts, pussy, and bottom as pleasingly as your provocative beauty deserves.”

Lucas’ words sent a shiver through me, a confusing mix of shame and arousal flooding my body. His gaze felt like a physical touch, scorching my skin as he appraised me.

“Now,” he said, his voice taking on again the commanding tone that made electricity run across my skin, “take off those pitiful excuses for lingerie immediately and bend over the bed.”

I hesitated, my hands trembling as I clutched my ruined dress to my chest, as if I thought I could somehow bring back my modesty. Lucas’ eyes narrowed dangerously.


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