Filed to story: The LORDS Series Free PDF by Shantel Tessier
I fist my hands-my nails digging into my palms-to keep from lifting them and pushing the blindfold off. I don’t resist. Well, not unless they want me to. That’s another game we like to play.
“See no evil,” a voice whispers in my right ear, making a shiver run up my spine.
My lips part to help accommodate my accelerated breathing.
“Speak no evil.” Those words come from directly in front of me before something is shoved into my mouth. The force pushes my head back in the process.
I taste metal. It holds my mouth open, and I start salivating at the thought of not being able to scream for help.
“Hear no evil,” another voice says before soft leather is slid over my ears, taking away any sound of the outside world.
My legs shake, my heart pounds, and I try to swallow but drool runs down my chin.
What started from the Three Wise Monkeys has evolved into three fucking psychos that I hand myself over to.
Something hard and thick wraps around my neck, forcing me to lift my chin-a collar. Seconds later, I’m yanked forward, tripping over my Chanel heels. I stumble into a hard body, my hands landing on the chest of one of my captors. He’s shirtless. My nails dig into his skin as the base of my neck is grabbed underneath the collar. The pain from his fingers digging into my skin forces me to the floor. My hands and knees slap the concrete. I suck in a ragged breath through my open mouth. Then I’m being dragged across it by the collar.
I’m their pet. Crawling on my hands and knees by a leash, I’m pulled to a stop, and hands grab at my body. I’m tossed onto what feels like a mattress. It’s hard and unforgiving and smells of BO and cheap Axe body spray.
I’m rolled onto my stomach, and my arms are yanked behind my back. A rope is wrapped around my wrists, securing them together. They’re lifted, pulling on my shoulders, shoving my face farther into the nasty-smelling mattress. A cry is forced from my open mouth. Fresh drool runs from my lips.
Hands grab my legs, spreading them wide before rope is wrapped around them, keeping me spread open for their convenience.
I’m panting, my heart racing, and my pussy throbs.
“That’s all we have time for today.” My professor interrupts my story.
I close my notebook, looking up from the podium. My eyes scan the large classroom that isn’t even half full of students. If you’re afraid of public speaking, this isn’t the class for you. Ninety percent of our grade comes from our participation to come up with different sexual scenarios and share them with everyone.
A few eyes I meet are already on me. Others are busy doing anything else but listening. One guy has his head back and mouth open while softly snoring. The guy next to him is doodling in his notebook. The girl beside him is popping her gum.
“Nice work, Ellington. You’ll get to go first tomorrow to finish,” Mr. Hamilton announces.
I gather my things and exit the class.
“Damn, girl, that was hot.” My best friend nudges my shoulder as we enter the hall. Kira sat in on the class today. My professor lets outsiders join to get as much attention to his class as possible. Not many want to stand in front of a room full of people and tell your deepest, darkest desires.
I roll my eyes. “Whatever.”
“I’m serious. I honestly don’t know how Mr. Hamilton doesn’t get a boner every time someone is up there sharing their assignment. I mean”-she steps in front of me and walks backward, her blue eyes wide with excitement-“I’m fucking wet after that.”
I throw my head back, laughing. “You’re a virgin,” I remind her.
“Not anymore,” she sings before biting down on her bottom lip.
“What?” I gasp. “Since when?”
“So, Ellington.” Mack comes up to us, and Kira rolls her eyes at him. I narrow mine on hers, wanting to know when and who she lost her virginity to, but it’ll have to wait because he goes on. “That story-” He clears his throat and adjusts his jeans. She gives me a pointed look as to say told you so. “That was descriptive.” He runs his hand over his head nervously.
“That was the assignment.” I shrug.
“Geez, Mack, haven’t you ever watched porn before?” Kira asks him with another eye roll.
My best friend may have never fucked a dick until recently, but the girl has been starving for years. Her parents are very strict. It’s amazing that they even let her be my friend.
“Yeah, but not like that,” he responds softly.
“It’s called gang bang with BDSM,” she informs him. “Tie me up and line them up.”
His cheeks redden, and he drops his dark eyes to look at his unlaced Timberlands.
She grabs my arm and yanks me toward the doors and shoves them open. “Seriously, though. I need a night out after that. Possibly a cigarette.”
“You don’t smoke,” I add, still laughing at her.
“If I was fucked like that, I’d start.”
Her words have me nibbling on my lip in thought. I’ve had a guy like that. One who makes you need a fucking hit afterward. He’s dark, mysterious, and a complete stranger. I’ve never seen his face, but I don’t need to. In a way, he saved me. He just doesn’t know it. And I’ll never tell him, but my life would be very different if he hadn’t shown up that night at my parents’ house.
Two years he’s been in my life. But over the past couple of months, he’s been silent. I haven’t reached out, and he hasn’t surprised me in the middle of the night. I leave my French doors unlocked just in case. Yet every morning, I wake up feeling disappointed.
Deciding to be the one to reach out, I pull my other cell phone from my backpack and open the app that we use to communicate and send a quick text.
Me: Tonight?
He reads it immediately, but after a few minutes, I realize I’m not going to get a response. I hate that I’ve relied on him for so long. He’s no longer interested in me. It’s crushing. Like a breakup to a relationship that I never even had.
A part of me hoped that he’d just ignore the text. Fuck, for all I know, he’s married, moved, or died. But he’s obviously still alive and just doesn’t want me.
Pocketing the cell, I try to ignore the pain in my chest. It’s for the best. I’m not the kind of girl you stay around to be with. I’m the kind a man calls at two o’clock in the morning because he wants his dick sucked. And I accepted that a long time ago.
SIN
I TURN MY car off and get out, walking down the road. It’s the second night in a row that I’ve parked and waited in the shadows for my chance to see her.
Making my way up to the gate, I climb the fence and jump over it. I’ve got my black hoodie up and over my head, my mask in place with my gloves on. Like always, all she’ll see is my red contacts.
Walking up to the white Victorian mansion, I climb the lattice and push open the French double doors to enter her room from the balcony.
I never responded to her message today. I was surprised she had reached out to me to begin with. I thought it would be harder than that to take her from her new fuck buddy. Her message just tells me that she won’t put up much of a fight when I tell her that she now belongs to me and no one else. Her message also told me that she’s growing bored with him and wants more. He’s not fulfilling her needs.
I accept that challenge.
Last night after I carried her out of his house, I took her home and placed her in her bed. After removing her blindfold and untying her wrists, I left. She was out from the alcohol and GHB I gave her. She probably doesn’t even remember going to his house, let alone how she drove home. When I had arrived with her, her car was parked exactly where I told the guy to put it. He was worth the money.
I step inside her bedroom when I see it’s empty. My eyes immediately look over at the open door to her adjoining bathroom. She’s in the shower. I can hear the water running. We never agree on a time.
Elli has had my personal cell number since I got my first phone when we were kids. So I went and bought an extra phone for her after my second visit as the masked man. I wanted her to have some sort of communication with me without knowing it was the real me. I downloaded an untraceable app for us to use that I had put on that specific device to contact me-the guy who gets her off.
Sometimes I’d show up when she would message me. Other times, I would show up unannounced. That’s what makes it so much fun.
She has the light off in the bedroom. The large room is bathed in her scent-vanilla. Just the thought has my hard cock jerking inside my jeans. I know how good her pussy feels now, and I want more. My mouth salivates at the thought of spreading those soft thighs and getting a taste. Making her come knowing that it’s me. I want her begging with fucking tears in her eyes while I tease her.
Listening to the water shut off, I make my way to the far corner. She’s got long, thick curtains that cover the double glass doors to her balcony. I open them, stepping behind, making sure they shield me from being seen. I’m not normally the type of guy who hides, but I like catching her off guard.
Peeking around the edge, I watch her exit the bathroom into the bedroom. She’s got a fluffy white towel wrapped around her body underneath her arms while holding her cell in one hand. She sits on the side of her bed, her wet blond hair draped over her shoulder. She types away, and it begins to ring seconds later.