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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I whimpered softly, both aroused and frightened by his words. Lucas leaned in close, his breath hot against my ear. “I’d have to whip this pretty little bottom until it’s bright red and burning. Every stroke would remind you of your place, of who you belong to.”

His hand moved lower, fingers ghosting over my still-sensitive pussy. “But for now, I’m curious to see how this affects you. How having your tight little hole stuffed full makes you feel.” He chuckled darkly. “And of course, it’s preparing you for when I decide to claim your virgin ass.”

I gasped at his crude words, a shiver running through me at the thought of Lucas taking my anal virginity. The plug shifted inside me as I squirmed, sending jolts of sensation through my body.

Lucas’ hand moved to grip my hair, tugging gently to make me look up at him. His blue eyes burned with intensity as he gazed down at me.

“Tomorrow,” he said, his voice low and commanding, “you will go to your classes wearing this plug. And you will not wear any panties beneath your skirt.”

My eyes widened in shock and dismay. “No,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “Please, Monsieur. I can’t… I couldn’t possibly…”

“You can and you will,” Lucas replied firmly. “This is part of your punishment, ma chère. A reminder of your place and who you belong to.”

I squirmed, acutely aware of the plug filling me. The idea of wearing it all day, of sitting through lectures with that constant reminder of my submission, made me dizzy with a mixture of arousal and mortification.

“Please,” I begged again. “At least let me wear panties. What if someone sees?”

Lucas’ eyes narrowed dangerously. “Are you questioning my orders, Alice?”

I bit my lip, recognizing the warning in his tone. But I couldn’t stop myself from making one last plea. “Monsieur, please. I’ll be so distracted. How can I focus on my studies?”

In one fluid motion, Lucas stood and strode to the toy cabinet. My heart raced as I watched him retrieve the dreaded martinet. He turned back to me, the leather strands dangling in front of him.

“Would you prefer more of this?” he asked.

My lips parted and my breath came raggedly between them.

“Well?” Lucas demanded.

“Non, Monsieur,” I whispered.

“Very well,” Lucas said, his icy blue eyes burning with a paradoxical fire. “To show your obedience I want you to touch yourself now, show me how you pleasured yourself in that bathroom stall. But this time, you’ll do it with my plug filling your ass, reminding you who you belong to with every movement.”

Heat flooded my face at his words, but I couldn’t deny the thrill of arousal that shot through me. Slowly, I slid one hand beneath my body, my fingers finding my swollen clit. I circled it gently, gasping at how sensitive I was.

“That’s it,” Lucas purred, his grip tightening in my hair. “Show me how desperately you need to come.”

I whimpered as I increased the pressure on my clit, my hips rocking against my hand. The movement caused the plug to shift inside me, the unfamiliar fullness adding a new dimension to my pleasure.

“Does it feel good, you little whore?” Lucas asked, his voice so thick with arousal, it made me clench at the very sound, how it implied the hardness of his huge cock in his trousers, the readiness of that thrusting, driving erection to use me once again.

“Y-yes,” I gasped, my fingers working frantically between my legs. “Oh, God, yes.”

Lucas’ hand tightened in my hair, tilting my head back. “Look at me,” he commanded. “I want to see your face as you come with my plug in your ass.”

I forced my eyes open, meeting Lucas’ intense gaze. His blue eyes burned with lust and dominance as he watched me pleasure myself. The plug shifted inside me with each movement of my hips, sending jolts of sensation through my body.

“That’s it,” Lucas purred. “Show me how much you love being filled, how badly you need to come for your sponsor.”

His words sent a fresh wave of arousal through me. I circled my clit faster, my hips bucking against my hand. The dual sensations of my fingers on my sensitive bud and the plug stretching me open were overwhelming.

“Please,” I whimpered, teetering on the edge of release. “Please, may I come, Monsieur?”

Lucas’ eyes flashed with approval. “Good girl, asking permission,” he murmured. “Yes, you may come. But remember, from now on, you only come when I allow it.”

With a cry of relief, I let myself fall over the edge. Pleasure crashed over me in waves as I came, my body shuddering with the intensity of my orgasm. My inner muscles clenched around the plug, heightening the sensation.

Lucas turned my head back toward the mattress and pressed my face downward. I cried out at the sudden humiliation. “Eyes down, whore,” he commanded. “And keep yourself coming.”


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