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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“Fuck,” Lucas groaned, his hips stuttering against me. “Take it all, you little slut.”

With a final, brutal thrust, Lucas buried himself fully, his lap against my punished bottom pressing his plug deeper into my anus. I felt his essence spurt into me, and then I felt his hand in my hair again, turning my face so he could kiss me, with a softness that seemed to soothe away every bit of discomfort.

“Alice,” he murmured, once he had broken the kiss. “What are you doing to me, you marvelous creature?”

CHAPTER 17

Lucas

I was in the training room in the bowels of Parc des Princes the morning after I had punished Alice with the butt plug, getting a massage. I had done my best to keep myself from thinking about my naughty little slut’s gorgeous backside more than once every five minutes in the intervening hours, but even in sleep I had seen the bewitching sight of the lovely Alice helplessly coming with the plug in her bottom over and over.

Today’s practice would help, I told myself—I had never yet had a girl who had distracted me from the game I loved. On the other hand, I couldn’t say I felt completely certain; I had also never felt such mingled tenderness and sheer sexual aggression toward another girl.

I lay face down on the massage table, Hervé’s strong hands working the knots out of my shoulders. The familiar scent of liniment and sweaty athletic gear filled my nostrils, grounding me in the present moment. I tried to focus on the sensation of tense muscles loosening under Hervé’s expert touch, pushing thoughts of Alice to the back of my mind.

The door to the training room swung open, and I heard the familiar voices of Leo and Tomas enter, their footsteps echoing on the tiled floor. From my position on the table, partially obscured by a privacy screen, they didn’t notice me.

“Did you see the article in Le Parisien this morning?” Leo asked, his voice tinged with excitement. “About Lucas and that girl?”

I tensed slightly, but Hervé’s hands continued their steady rhythm on my back.

“Of course I saw it,” Tomas replied. “It’s all anyone’s talking about. Who do you think she is?”

“Some university student, apparently,” Leo said. “The article said Lucas is sponsoring her studies or something.”

I could hear the skepticism in Tomas’s voice. “Right, ‘sponsoring.’ Is that what they’re calling it these days?”

Leo chuckled. “Come on, you know how Lucas is. Remember that model from last year? The one he had eating out of his hand after just a week?”

Leo laughed, a knowing glint in his eye. “Oh, I remember her. What was her name? Chloé? Camille?”

“Claire,” Tomas supplied, shaking his head with a wry smile. “And she was absolutely smitten. Followed Lucas around like a lovesick puppy for weeks.”

“Until he got bored and moved on,” Leo added, his tone a mix of admiration and disbelief. “I swear, I don’t know how he does it. The women just fall at his feet.”

Tomas nodded, a thoughtful expression crossing his face. “But this one seems different, doesn’t she? I mean, a university student? That’s not his usual type.”

Leo’s eyes lit up with mischief. “Maybe our Lucas is looking to expand his horizons. Broaden his intellectual pursuits, if you know what I mean.” He waggled his eyebrows suggestively.

Tomas rolled his eyes but couldn’t suppress a chuckle. “You’re terrible, you know that?”

“I’m just saying what we’re all thinking,” Leo defended, holding up his hands. “Come on, you can’t tell me you’re not curious about what she’s like in bed.”

“Leo!” Tomas hissed, glancing around as if worried someone might overhear. But his expression betrayed his own curiosity.

Leo leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “I bet she’s a wildcat in the sack. Those quiet, bookish types always are. Probably lets Lucas do all sorts of kinky shit to her.”

Tomas shifted uncomfortably, but his eyes betrayed his interest. “You think? I mean, she looked so… innocent in that photo.”

“That’s exactly it,” Leo insisted, warming to his topic. “She’s probably never been with a guy like Lucas before. Can you imagine? Going from shy little university student to being fucked six ways from Sunday by Lucas fucking Moreau?”

“Jesus, Leo,” Tomas muttered, but he was grinning now. “You’ve put way too much thought into this.”

Leo shrugged, unrepentant. “What can I say? I’m a romantic at heart.” He paused, a wicked glint in his eye. “Besides, you know how Lucas is. Remember that time in Ibiza, when we walked in on him with those two Swedish twins?”

Tomas groaned, covering his face with his hands. “God, don’t remind me. I still can’t look at handcuffs the same way.”

“Exactly,” Leo said triumphantly. “So you know he’s probably got that poor girl tied up right now, begging for his cock.”

“Or his whip,” Tomas added, then immediately looked shocked at his own boldness.


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