Filed to story: The LORDS Series Free PDF by Shantel Tessier
“It was late when I got home. She was asleep.”
I frown, wondering why she’s lying. She didn’t get home until after seven this morning. I was awake, eating breakfast downstairs, when she came running into the house dressed like she just came from the club with her makeup smeared and hair wet. I thought it was odd, but it had rained last night. The storm had woken me up around four in the morning.
“Babe…” I hear her soften her voice and imagine her wrapping her arms around his neck. “I’m sorry. Let me make it up to you.”
“How do you plan on doing that?” His voice has dropped as well, huskier, sexier.
My heart starts to race as I listen with my back against the hallway, trying to stay quiet and unseen. Her door is to my right, open just enough for me to hear but not able to look inside.
“You can choose.” I hear them start to kiss and then they’re moving around, followed by the sound of her bed hitting the wall as he slams her onto it. “My mouth or pussy?” she asks breathlessly.
“Both,” he answers without hesitation. “I’m going to fuck your cunt until you come all over my cock, and then your mouth, so you lick it clean.”
Sighing, I pull myself out of that memory. Careful what you wish for, right? I was excited that his number might be in my phone, and now it’s the only contact I have. I place the phone in my pocket, leaving my mess behind to go see what he wants.
EIGHTEEN
TYSON
She enters my office and I look up at her dressed in nothing but a pair of cotton shorts and a T-shirt. Same thing she was wearing moments ago up in our apartment. “You wanted to see me.” Her snarky tone tells me that she’s holding back rolling her eyes at me.
“Come here.” I stand and push my chair back, giving us both enough space to do what I have planned.
She walks over to me, and I grab her hand, bringing her around the desk and spinning her to face away from me. “Hands behind your back,” I command, and she takes in a deep breath, dropping her head but doing as she’s told.
I remove my belt from the loops of my jeans and wrap it around her wrists to hold them in place. Placing my palm on her back, I push her facedown across the side of the desk. I hook my fingers into her white shorts and pull them down her legs along with her black thong.
Opening the desk drawer, I remove the two things that I need and pop the top of the lube. I squeeze enough over my two fingers and rub them up over her pussy to her ass. She jumps, her body making the desk rattle.
“Do not move,” I order, pressing my free hand on her back to hold her down.
“Please, Tyson.” Her breathing has picked up as she begs. “Don’t-“
“I’m not fucking it. Not yet,” I inform her, and she whimpers. “Just relax, and it’ll slide in much easier than if you try to fight it and tense up.”
“What will slide in?” she rushes out.
I don’t answer. Instead, I push my thumb against her ass, and I hear her start to cry. I pour more lube over it, making sure to coat it so much that it’s running down her pussy and inner thighs. I push my finger into her, feeling it opening up for me.
“Tyson,” she cries, her body still trying to fight me. Her tied hands clenching.
I remove my finger and enter it again, giving her a few seconds to get used to it before I push a second one in. “You’re tense.” I remove my fingers and slap her ass cheek hard enough to make her yelp in surprise and leave an instant handprint.
“I can’t help it,” she whines.
“Spread your legs,” I order, needing her to open up more for me.
When she doesn’t do as she’s told, I pull her from the desk, her back to my front. I reach around, gripping her chin and whisper in her ear, “You’re going to get on your knees and place your cheek on the floor with your ass up in the air. Do you understand, Lake?”
She softly cries but nods the best she can. I let go of her to see what she does, and she steps to the side of the desk, slowly gets to her shaking knees and bends over, placing her ass up in the air.
“Spread your legs. Wide open for me, little darling.”
Quietly crying, she spreads them for me, and I fall into my chair and place my shoes inside of her calves on the floor, to hold them in place, and pick up the lube. I place some more on my fingers and begin the process once again of getting her ready for what I’m about to do to her. She cries, body rocking back and forth, but she stays open for me. Taking it, knowing there’s no way out of what I have got planned for her.
Removing my fingers, I watch her body relax as if it’s over and pour the lube over the butt plug. I begin running it over her ass and push the tip in, and her crying gets louder. “Almost done, Lake,” I tell her, bending over in my chair and pushing a little more in each time. “You’re doing so good, little darling.” My free hand rubs her ass cheek, then slaps it, making her yelp.
I push it halfway in and hold it in place. “Rock back and forth,” I order.
She pulls forward and slowly pushes back against it. “That’s it, Lake. Fuck it. Show me that you want it.”
Whimpering, she repeats the action and this time, I push against it, forcing more into her. She arches her back, her legs trying to close against my shoes, and I slap her outer thigh with my free hand as I push it in farther.
Watching the tapered tip disappear into her ass has my dick hard. I’m not normally an anal guy, but this needs to be done. If I’m being honest, I prefer a mouth over a cunt. There’s just something about a woman on her knees, drool running out of the corners of her mouth while she gags on your dick that turns me on.
But what I’ve got going on with my wife isn’t like any other woman I’ve fucked in my past. I will use every part of her. Over and over. To the point I don’t have to tell her to spread her legs, open her mouth, or put her ass up in the air. She will just know which hole I want to use, and she will beg me for it.
Sitting back, I look over the black silicone butt plug in place. It’s not big by any means. It’s not meant to stretch her wide enough to take me just yet. That’ll come later.
“You may stand,” I tell her.
She lowers her ass, closing her legs, and stands. Turning to face me, she has her head down, her hair covering her face. I rise from my chair, pushing the long bleach-blond strands back and cupping her cheeks to force her to look up at me. “Go shower and get cleaned up.”
Her bloodshot eyes meet mine. “How long do I have to keep it in?” she asks softly.
“Until I take it out.”
She sniffs and nods once in understanding.
“You’ve got two hours to get ready,” I inform her. I’m not really sure how long it’ll take her. I know some women take more time than others. But now she’s got everything she’ll need to do her hair and makeup since her stuff was delivered today.
Her brows pull together. “The club doesn’t open for another four.”
“We’re going to dinner.”
“Tyson?” she gasps, realizing what that means. “You can’t expect me-“
“I do, and you will.” I interrupt whatever she was about to say, knowing exactly where she was going with that argument. “Now, go get ready. I’m going to finish up here and then I’ll be up there.” Letting go of her, I sit down, dismissing her.
LAIKYN
I make my way out of his office on shaky legs. Is this what they call the walk of shame? I’m having trouble catching my breath, I’m so embarrassed about what he just did to me.
I can feel the plug inside me. It’s not uncomfortable, just awkward. My body wants to push it out. My thighs and legs are slippery from all the lube he used to make it fit.
Making my way into the apartment, I close the door and go straight to the bathroom to start a shower. He said I had two hours to get ready for dinner. He has something planned, but I don’t think Tyson Crawford does anything that isn’t intentional.
I get undressed and turn to face away from the mirror and bend over because I can’t not know what’s inside me. I run my finger over the black rubbery base and jump when it’s pushed inside of me.
The urge to remove it is strong. My hands are shaking and sweaty. But I know if I do, I’ll get in trouble. Punished. I could always take it out and put it back in myself before he gets up here, but I’m not sure I have the strength to place it back in myself. It doesn’t hurt right now, but it did when he pushed it inside me. Plus, I don’t have any lube.
Shuffling from foot to foot, I know I have no other option. This is where he wants me. Uncomfortable and humiliated. Letting out a deep breath, I open up the glass door and start getting ready.
* * *
I’m in and out of the shower in less than fifteen minutes. The longest part was scrubbing all the lube off my skin. It felt oily and didn’t want to come off, even with the amount of soap I used.