Filed to story: The LORDS Series Free PDF by Shantel Tessier
I quickly unscrew the lid and lean over to get my face closer to the mirror, making sure not to knock the things stuck to my nipples on the counter. I try to concentrate on my lashes, but his fingers pinch my clit, and I jump, dropping it. “Oh God.” I moan at the pain it inflicted. Feels so good.
Dropping my head, I place my forearms on the countertop and stick my ass out farther to him. “Pl-please.” My hands are fisted, and I’m gasping for breath.
“This feel good?” He pulls on my throbbing clit. Letting go of it, his fingers run back over my soaked pussy before pushing two inside me.
“Yes.” I sigh, but he just holds them in place, making me growl with impatience. I start to rock my hips back and forth, fucking them myself.
His chuckle can be heard over my heavy breathing, and once again, I’m not even embarrassed. He places his free hand across my lower back, and I feel pressure against my ass. It doesn’t even stop me. As his thumb slips into my ass, he enters a third into my cunt.
I bite my lip and drop my head to the countertop. My heart racing.
“Painful?” he asks, pulling them out of my pussy and entering them again.
I shake my head, sucking in a deep breath. “No … don’t stop. Please.”
I feel it building. I’m so close. My nipples are swollen and tingling, my clit pulsing, and my pussy is soaked. Goose bumps cover my skin, and I close my eyes as I feel that sensation start to build.
He does exactly what I tell him not to do. “Sit up.” He removes his fingers, and I slump, doing as I’m told. He stands behind me, his hands on either hip, holding me in place. “Take the knob and twist it.”
My wide eyes meet his in the mirror. “Tyson…”
“Now, Lake.” He lets go long enough to slap my ass, and my hips jerk.
Taking a deep breath, I grab the cylinder with a shaky hand, while the other grips the end and twists it once, making me whimper. “Again,” he orders. “I want two full turns on each breast. Understand?”
I nod, and he allows my silent response. Biting my tongue, I do it once more and my head hangs as a whimper escapes my lips. His hand slides between my parted legs once more and he goes back to massaging my clit. The other comes up and wraps around my hair, fisting it tightly. He pulls my head up and tilts it to the side at an angle so he can lower his lips to my exposed neck. “Other one,” he whispers, his eyes on mine in the mirror.
Trembling, I grab the other and twist it once, feeling a sting in my nipple. Then I quickly do another and then slap my hands on the countertop.
“That’s a good girl,” he murmurs, sliding two fingers into me. My nipples pulse, the sting intensifying to the point it’s painful but in the best way. With his hand still in my hair, he twists my head up and to the side, where he lowers his lips to mine, and I kiss him breathlessly.
Pulling away, he enters a third finger into my cunt. I bite my lip to keep from screaming his name. He removes them, and I slump, a growl of frustration leaving my trembling lips. This time he doesn’t bother telling me what to do. He reaches around and twists them each two more times, making me cry out. My body shakes uncontrollably as I stay bent over, legs spread wide open.
His hands grab my hair once more, and he yanks my head up. Leaning over my back, he smiles at me in the mirror. It’s not fair. He looks like he’s about to go into a meeting and close a million-dollar deal, dressed in a three-piece all-black suit. I look like I’m coming off a three-day bender with my now ratted hair, lack of makeup, and I’m naked. “You’re so beautiful when you’re a desperate slut, Mrs. Crawford.”
I whimper, closing my eyes, and he lets go of me. When I open them, I see him remove a green container from his pocket and unscrew the lid. He dips two fingers into it, and then he rubs it over my clit.
“What is that?” I ask breathlessly, feeling a cooling sensation.
“This is a little party favor,” he answers vaguely.
The timer goes off, and he grabs my hand, pulling me up off the bench. He turns me around and sits me back on the countertop. I’m sweating, my body trembling.
He stands and reaches for my left breast. Untwisting the cylinder, it pops off, and I see my swollen nipple. He takes his fingers and pulls apart a small black rubber band. He gently places it over my breast, and it pinches my now swollen nipple.
My hands instinctively go to remove it, but he pins them down to my sides. “This is called nipple banding,” he says softly, his lips nearly touching mine.
“Tyson, please.”
“You’ll wear these tonight under your dress.”
I want to cry, but that’ll fuck up the little makeup I have on. I lick my lips. “Yes, sir.”
My words grant me another deep kiss, and I moan into his mouth before biting on his lip. He pulls away, leaving me breathless once again, and he repeats the action with my other breast, and my thighs clench at the sensation.
I stare up at him with heavy eyes, and parted lips.
“Get dressed and meet me downstairs,” he orders, and I swallow. “You may wear underwear, but that’s it. No bra.” Without waiting for a response, he lets go of me and exits the bathroom, his empty drink in hand.
I allow myself a few minutes to catch my breath, wondering how in the fuck I’ll make it through this party and what I can do to get fucked sooner than he plans.
TYSON
I’m standing down in the grand foyer responding to the text Ryat sent me when I hear her. My eyes lift to the top of the stairs, and I see my wife in a red dress. Her hair down and curled, my collar around her neck and ring on her finger. It’s what I don’t see that has me hard as a rock. The bands around her nipples.
The dress she picked out doesn’t make them noticeable, but I know they’re there. And by the way her eyes are heavy, the soft material of the dress reminds her they’re there too.
She stops in front of me, and she’s still panting. Good. I want every motherfucker there tonight to see how crazed she is for me. For my cock. For my attention. For my approval. My plan was to get her so worked up that she couldn’t stand it. She was so close to coming a couple of times that I know she’d do anything right now to get off.
After what I found out earlier in my office, I want to pin her down and fuck her until she’s nothing but a blubbering mess. But it’ll have to wait. I had a plan for tonight, and I’m not going to deviate from it with this newfound information.
I take her left hand and raise it to my lips, kissing her wedding ring. She blushes, dropping her eyes to the floor, and I love the way her chest rises and falls with her heavy breathing. “You look breathtaking, Mrs. Crawford.” It’s not a lie. My wife is gorgeous, and everyone will have their eyes on her tonight.
Her eyes lift to meet mine, and I drop her hand to cup her face, needing to touch her.
“Thank you,” she whispers.
Ignoring the urge to rip off her dress and say fuck the party, I grab her hand and pull her out of the house. We get into the limo, and I sit down next to her. I turn to face her. “You-“
Her lips are on mine, cutting me off. I don’t push her away. Instead, my hands find her hair, and I deepen the kiss. I jump when I feel hers on my slacks, rubbing my cock.
Pulling away, I breathe, “Fuck, Lake.”
“Yes. Please,” she begs, her voice as desperate as her body is.
My hands lower to cup her face, my thumb running over her wet lips. She pulls it in, sucking on it, and I groan. “Is that what you want, darling? For me to fuck that mouth of yours?”
She moans.
I pull it out and replace it with two others, loving how wet it feels. I can’t wait to have her drooling around my dick.
“Want me to shove you to your knees, grip your hair, and make you gag?”
She nods the best she can, her eyes blinking.
Pulling them from her mouth, I slide my hand into her dress, my fingers finding her swollen nipple, and I pinch it, making her cry out.
“That’s it, little darling. That’s the sound you’ll be making for me later when you’re tied to our bed.”
TWENTY-EIGHT
LAIKYN
We pull up into a circle drive to what was once a hotel. I know the house of Lords was given to them years ago. It’s exactly what you would expect men to live in who think they rule the world.
Large and over the top.