Filed to story: The LORDS Series Free PDF by Shantel Tessier
“Hear that, little darling?” I pull back before pushing forward. Fuck, I love that no one else has ever seen her like this. Fucked her like this. Even if it is a punishment, she’s all mine.
Tears continue to run down the side of her face. “You’re doing so good, Lake. Feel that?” I ask, pulling out and pushing in so slow it’s almost painful, but I want to savor this moment. Remind her what it feels like to be mine. “That’s your ass opening up for me. Taking my cock like a good fucking slut.”
She blinks, and I kiss her forehead. Pulling out, I start to get more forceful. My control slips a little more with each thrust. “Does it hurt?”
She nods, her face scrunched due to the tightness of the gag fastened around her head.
“You’ll get used to it, little darling,” I say, lowering my chest to hers, our skin slippery from my cum that I left on her before my shower. I grip her face in my hands and tenderly kiss her forehead while my cock fucks her tight ass. Her body shakes uncontrollably against mine. “You’ll learn to beg me to fuck it.”
Pulling out, I push forward quickly, unable to go slow any longer. Burying my head into her slick neck, I suck on her soft skin as I fuck her ass like it isn’t her first time. She lies below me, tied, gagged, and already covered in my cum while I use her.
Her throat works as she swallows, and she tenses, her neck arching. I pull away and sit up. I look down to see cum dripping from her cunt.
Smiling, I run my fingers through it. “That’s my girl. Such a good fucking whore, Mrs. Crawford.” She’s trembling, and I dig my fingers into her tied thighs, pounding into her ass as my balls start to tighten. I come buried deep inside her ass, the force making me lose my breath.
I stay like that for a few seconds, trying to catch my breath and slow my racing heart, staring down at her heavy, watery eyes. When I pull out, I smile. “You’ve got cum dripping out of your ass and your cunt, Lake. I knew you’d enjoy it.”
LAIKYN
My body is bound so tight, every muscle hurts from coming. Getting up, he lifts my head, so he can access the buckle. The large balloon inside my mouth deflates, and he removes the gag from my lips. I gasp in a deep breath, ignoring the drool that covers my face. Not caring how disgusting it looks.
His hands cup my sore cheeks, and I look up at him through my clumped eyelashes as he stands by my head. He doesn’t speak to me, and I don’t have the energy to talk. My heavy eyes close and I hear him undoing the rope from the bed over my heavy breathing. I cry out when he undoes the rope around my legs. Blood rushes back to them, making them tingle.
He starts rubbing them, and I can’t stop the sobs. My chest heaving.
I’m so embarrassed. He made me come. Again. It hurt and also felt good. I don’t know why or how he makes me like things that I know I shouldn’t.
Rolling me over onto my stomach, he unties my wrists and picks me up off the bed. I lie lifeless in his arms, burying my face into his bare chest, not giving a fuck that his cum is smeared all over it. At this point, nothing matters.
I stay cradled in his arms while he sits on the edge of the tub and turns it on. Closing my eyes, I just want to sleep. I’m not sure I can even bathe myself at this point.
He steps into the bathtub, lowering us both to sit in the same position we were at the house after the house of Lords party. I’m thankful I don’t have to face him.
“Lake, little darling.” He pulls my hair off my chest to rest over my other shoulder.
A sob racks my body.
“You’re okay.” He wraps his arms around my chest, pulling my back into his. I bring my hands up and grab his skin, trying to calm myself down. “You did so good, Lake. So good.” He kisses the side of my head and I sniff while the water fills the large tub.
The fact that he just fucked my ass isn’t what upsets me. It’s just the fact that I feel overwhelmed. The truth is I loved it. I hated that I was sucking on the ball inside my mouth, loving how full it made me feel. Thankfully, he couldn’t hear me beg him for more. Or the way I lifted my ass the best I could so he could get deeper. Or that I loved my hands were tied behind my back. A woman shouldn’t enjoy such things.
He told me I’d be sorry for letting another man touch me, but I’m not. Because it was a punishment and I enjoyed it.
My family was right-I’m a disappointment. A sick whore that enjoys whatever her husband wants to do to her.
We sit in the bath until the water is cold, but my cries have subsided. Now I’m exhausted. The aftermath hits me like a train. I can feel my body shutting down on me, needing some rest.
He gently washes me clean and then helps me out. My legs shake so bad I can barely stand. So after he dries me off, he picks me up and places me in our bed under the comforter. I curl up into a ball away from him, still too embarrassed, and close my eyes.
He shifts behind me, and then his strong arm wraps around me from behind, pulling me into him. I wish I had the strength to push him off, but I don’t. So instead, I allow him to hold me like he cares, and fresh tears sting my eyes as a sob escapes my trembling lips.
He pulls away from me, and I let him go, unable to hold onto him. I feel cold all of a sudden, but then his hands are on me, and he’s pulling my shoulder, forcing me to roll toward him. “No-” I choke out, trying to push him away, not wanting to have to face him, but he doesn’t stop.
“Come here, little darling. Let me hold you,” he says softly. Pulling my front into his, he wraps his arm around me once again, and I bury my face into his chest. He kisses my forehead. “You’re okay, Lake. I’ve got you.”
I cling to him, hating that the very man who forced me to marry him is the same man who makes me feel safe. I’m not sure why he’s being so nice. Tyson isn’t the kind of guy I’d expect to cuddle after he uses you. But I don’t push him away. Instead, I cling to him, loving the sense of security no matter how fake it is.
When you’ve been starving for affection all your life, you’ll accept the least amount of effort given and turn it into something it isn’t. Tyson is that man for me. He’s what I wish I always had even though I know it’s what I’ll never find.
THIRTY-NINE
TYSON
Three years ago
Ryat and I are sitting in my car in the house of Lords parking lot about to get out when my cell rings. Whitney lights up my screen. “Hello?” I answer.
“Hey,” she responds, sounding breathless.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
“Can you meet me?” she asks. Before I can answer, she goes on, “Someone has been following me all day.”
I sit up straighter. “What do you mean all day?” A look at the clock says it’s after six p.m. “Why are you just now calling me?”
“I didn’t think it was that big of a deal. But…”
“But what?” I demand.
“Well, I got a text last night from an unknown number. I didn’t think anything of it.”
“What did it say?”
“It was a picture of me in my bed. Naked.”
“What the fuck, Whitney?” I bark out.
“I didn’t think anything of it,” she repeats. “Thought it was Lake fucking with me, ya know?” she goes on. “But when I asked her about it, she had no clue what I was talking about. And today, I keep noticing this same car everywhere I go.”
“Where are you?” I put my car in gear.
“I’m on my way, to the house of Lords. I just finished up with my study group at Barrington.”
“I’ll head your way and then once I reach you, I’ll follow you back here, okay?”
“Okay,” she says, letting out a shaky breath. “Thanks, Ty.”
I stand at the end of the bed while I watch Lake sleep. I crawled into bed with her after our bath, and I held her while she cried herself to sleep in a matter of seconds. Her body worn out.
Kneeling, I reach underneath the bed and pick up her wedding ring. I watched it roll under there when she took it off earlier, thinking she was making a point. She wishes it was that easy for her to leave me.
Walking back over to the side of the bed, I take her left hand and slide it onto her finger. “Sweet dreams, little darling.” I lean down and kiss her forehead, letting my lips linger before reluctantly pulling away.
As I stand next to our bed, watching my wife sleep, I think about Collin. His hands on her soft skin. Pulling her into him. The fact that he thinks he can do it in the first place is a problem.
The second problem is that he’s telling her about my past with Whitney. I was too busy being the Lords’ bitch to protect her. That won’t happen with Lake. Ryat thinks her father will come after Lake, and he might. This time I’ll be ready.