Filed to story: The LORDS Series Free PDF by Shantel Tessier
“Look at me, Laikyn,” I command.
Her watery eyes snap up to meet mine at the use of her first name, and I step into her. She doesn’t retreat, but she’s lost some of that confidence she had when she entered my office. “If I even think you’re going to fuck another man, I’ll kill him. In front of you. It’ll be slow and painful. You will see his bloody corpse in your dreams for years to come.” She swallows nervously. “And then I’ll make you wish I did the same to you,” I say honestly.
Her eyes narrow, and she lifts her chin. “But you’ll fuck whoever you want?” She slams her hands into my chest, but I don’t budge. “Why did you marry me if you’re going to fuck around? To throw it in my face?” She slams her hands in my chest once again. “Like you did my sister?” her voice rises. “Huh? Just divorce me,” she goes on. “You’ve proven your point.”
I stare at her while she tries to catch her breath. She’s panting, the anger evident all over her pretty face. “Just do us both a favor and divorce me!” she screams.
I grab her arm and yank her forward while spinning her to face my desk. I grab the back of her neck and shove her facedown, making her cry out at my force. “Remove your shorts,” I snap, stepping back and letting go of her.
Reaching behind her, she shimmies out of them while remaining bent over. Her soft cries now filling the room. As they fall to her Vans, I step forward and reach between her shaking legs, undoing the snaps that hold her leotard in place.
“I knew these would come in good use.” I yank the material up to rest on her lower back, giving me a full view of her round ass and fishnet tights. “Hands behind your back and don’t move.”
Sniffing, she does as she’s told while I walk over to my desk. I open up the top drawer and grab what I need before going back to stand behind her. I wrap the zip tie around her wrists, pulling it tight, pinching her skin and making her whimper.
I reach out, grabbing a hold of her fishnets and ripping them over her ass, but allow her to leave her thong on. Then I undo my belt and yank it free of the belt loops on my dress slacks. I double it over and bring it down across her ass, getting to the point.
She screams, her body jerking. Standing to the side of her, I place my hand on her back, shoving her down when she tries to stand. “Count,” I order.
“One,” she cries out.
I let go of her back and do it again a little lower, hitting the top of her thighs this time, right across her fishnets, and they rip a little more.
Her body shakes. “T-wo.”
Whack.
“Th-three.” She’s sobbing, and she’s got several marks from my belt.
Whack.
“Four.”
Whack.
“F-” She hiccups. “Five.”
I drop it, grip her hair, and yank her to her feet. Turning her around, I grab a hold of her hips and pick her up, slamming her red and freshly spanked ass down on the desk.
She cries out, and I grip her chin, stepping between her open legs and forcing her to look up at me. Her makeup smears across her face from her tears. I didn’t plan on hurting her, but she needs to understand I won’t tolerate her attitude. I could have given her ten more, but even I know my limits. She got the point.
“If a Lord divorces his wife, he gets to choose who she is regifted to. Did you know that?”
Her bloodshot eyes widen, and she shakes her head the best she can with my hand gripping her chin. She can’t push me away because her wrists are tied behind her back.
“I can’t hear you,” I growl.
“N-o. I didn’t … know that.” She sniffs, her chest rising and falling quickly with each intake of breath.
“Is that what you want, Lake? Want me to divorce you and hand you over to another Lord of my choosing?”
“No.” She licks her wet lips. “Please. Don’t.”
Although she hates me, she understands that there are way worse Lords out there. Ladies have come up missing, others dead. When a Lord is forced to marry a woman due to their name, rank, or convenience, they tend to get bored. And it’s easier for them just to eliminate them completely.
Letting go of her neck, I run my fingers down her sternum, over her heaving chest. “I think we’ve got something special, Lake. Don’t you?”
She nods quickly, and I refrain from smiling at how well she’ll lie to please me. I’d never give her away, but she doesn’t need to know that. That would defeat the purpose of marrying her in the first place.
Reaching up, I gently push her hair off her shoulders to fall down her back. “Tell me, little darling, are you going to fuck another man?”
“No,” she rushes out.
“Are you going to let another man touch or kiss you?” I go on.
Shaking her head, she sucks in a deep breath. “Only you.”
“And who am I?”
Swallowing, she answers, “My husband.”
Leaning in, I gently kiss her forehead. “Good girl.” Pulling away, I grab her hips once again and pull her off the desk. She bites her bottom lip to keep from whimpering at the movement with her spanked ass. I pull her around my desk and open up the top drawer, grabbing my knife. Flipping it open, I cut through the zip tie. “Go upstairs, shower, and get in bed. I’ll be there soon.”
She goes back to the front of the desk, grabs her shorts, and pulls them up before running out of my office.
Sitting down, I pull up my surveillance and sit back, watching to see what happened tonight for her to get all pissy with me about who I fuck. I come to a spot where I see her talking to Bethany and push play. I can’t hear what they’re saying, but Bethany walks off across the dance floor, and I watch Lake take over her section.
Changing cameras, I follow Bethany to see her enter the locker room. I don’t have cameras set up in there, but I fast-forward to see she was in there for almost thirty minutes. When she returns, she goes straight to Lake, and I can tell the moment she comes onto the camera that she already looks pissed. They exchange some words, and then Lake storms off to my office.
I turn it off and sit back. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what was said between the two of them. Bethany wants her to think that she was up in my office fucking me. The question is why?
Is Bethany jealous of my wife? I mean, we fucked around, but it was never more than sex. I used her, and she enjoyed it. That was that. Maybe she did it knowing Lake would come up here and be punished. Or maybe she was hoping Lake would find a guy and retaliate. Making me push my wife away so I’d fuck Bethany again.
Making my way down to the first floor, I get off the elevator and go over to the bar while the “S & M” club remix by Rihanna plays as the purple and blue lights flash to the bass.
Beau spots me from behind the main bar and frowns. “Everything okay, boss?” he yells as I approach the server station.
I lean over the counter and holler back, “Have Nicki take over Lake’s section for the rest of the night.”
“Not sure why you even gave her a section to begin with.” I look to my right and see Bethany now standing next to me. She nods to Beau and orders a bottle service for one of her tables.
I decide to keep my mouth shut for now. I want to see how this plays out. I like my wife jealous.
Bethany looks up at me at my silence and adds, “She can’t cut it.” Pressing her side into the bar, she pushes her tits into my face. I’ve never cared about them before, so I’m not sure why she’d think I do now.
“She can.” I decide to say, defending my wife. “But I’d rather have her on her back than working on her feet tonight.”
Her eyes widen at my words for the briefest second before narrowing at my comment.
Beau laughs, handing Bethany her order. I tap the bar top with my knuckles and then turn, walking off and making my way back up to my office.
TWENTY-ONE
LAIKYN
I wake the following day, and my ass is still on fire. I fell asleep on my stomach to help relieve the sting, but I woke up on my back. I also woke up alone. I don’t remember Tyson coming upstairs last night. After he spanked me like a child, I ran to the apartment and cried myself to sleep.