Filed to story: The LORDS Series Free PDF by Shantel Tessier
He slaps my ass. “You’re mine now, Ash. That means I can do whatever the fuck I want. Understand?”
“Yes, sir,” I say breathlessly when his hand drops to my left thigh before going to my right. When he finishes doing whatever the hell he’s doing, he grabs my hair and yanks me to stand. My lips part, and I gasp as he spins me around. His free hand goes to my neck once more.
Fuck, I knew he’d be this way, and I’m already drooling for him to tie me up and play with me again.
“Say it,” he demands.
My heavy eyes search his. “I’m yours.” I know exactly what he wants to hear, and I’m more than willing to do whatever it takes.
“Goddamn right, you’re mine, Ashtyn.” He steps into me, his hand around my throat forcing my head back to stare up at him. “And from here on out, no one sees your body unless I want them to. Do you understand?”
I nod, sucking in a deep breath. “I understand.” I want him to show me off. Be proud of me.
Letting go of my throat, he runs his knuckles down my heaving chest and over my breast. “I’ll see you soon, sweetheart.” With that, he exits my room like I didn’t just ride his thigh like the needy slut that I am.
I fall onto the couch, staring at the now closed door, breathing heavily and covered in sweat. My mother was right. Sex makes you feel things. I’ve always been in love with Saint, but after what I just felt…I realize I’d crawl across the floor and ride his shoe while vowing to be his “good girl” to have that feeling again. It wouldn’t matter who the fuck wanted to watch me.
EIGHT
SAINT
Goddamn!
I’ve never experienced something so fucking sexy before. And I’ve seen hundreds of Lords fuck their chosens over the years. At the vow ceremonies and at the house of Lords when they have parties every fucking night of the week. The porn I’ve watched. It was better than watching her come on my phone when she didn’t know anyone was watching.
I didn’t go against any rules. I didn’t fuck her. But fuck, it took everything in me not to throw her on the floor, pull her ass up in the air, and fuck her wet cunt.
Reaching down, I adjust my hard cock as I walk toward the front doors of her parents’ house.
“Saint?”
I come to a stop and close my eyes. Fuck! “Yes, Mr. Price?” I turn to face her father. He knew I was coming over after he called me earlier. He interrupted when I was watching her on my phone to congratulate me. I was to have his daughter. I grabbed the box I had stashed under my bed and rushed over here to beat her home so I could set up. I didn’t expect anything to happen, though. Not that I’m complaining.
During our phone call, he informed me he wants me to be with his daughter as much as I want her. And I was excited to tell her that it would be me who fucks her at the vow ceremony.
He stands in the middle of the foyer, hands shoved into the pockets of his dress slacks. His eyes drop to my hard dick, and my teeth grind. The wet spot where his only daughter just rode my thigh until she came all over it is clearly visible. “Call me Altus.”
I nod but say nothing.
“After all, I’ll be handing my daughter over to you in a few weeks.”
I’m going to take these vows very seriously. I’m going to carve them into her flawless skin, so she has a reminder of who owns her for the rest of her life. In case she ever tries to forget. “Did you need something, sir?” I ask, getting to the point.
He chuckles. “I just want to make sure you’re aware of…well, my wife considers it a problem.”
I frown. “With what?”
“Ashtyn.”
“What about her?” I step forward. He didn’t mention anything about a problem during our earlier phone call.
I know how her mother feels about the situation. I also know she can’t do shit about it. It’s a tradition. The Lords and Spade brothers have been doing things a certain way for hundreds of years now. It will never be changed. Do I agree with it? No. If I ever have a daughter, I’ll have to offer her up as well to another generation of Spade brothers. The thought makes me sick to my stomach, but I’ll burn that bridge when I get there.
“She’s been seeing a therapist,” he says tightly. Obviously, it’s against his wishes. “And well, from what I’ve been told from reports, she’s not a virgin.”
I laugh, and when his eyes narrow on mine, I cough to cover it up. “You can’t be serious.” Ashtyn hasn’t fucked another man. I would know. If he knew of all the times I’ve watched her, he’d understand just how obsessed I am with her.
Something catches my attention, and my eyes shoot to the top of the stairs just in time to see her step back from the second-story balcony.
“Ashtyn has assured me that she is.” He straightens his shoulders, obviously uncomfortable with our conversation. “But I don’t have to tell you what will happen if she’s lying.”
I stiffen at his words. “She’s not.”
He takes a step closer to me, and my heart beats wildly in my chest. “If she’s lying, you will take care of it. Do you understand me?”
Chosens who do not bleed for their Spade brother are considered whores. But they do not get paid to spread their legs. They are used for those who do not know the Lords exist. They are drugged and fucked. Thrown to the streets. Given to pimps. They are shunned by their families.
He wants me to take his daughter and drop her off, hand her over to a pimp where he will sell her body to whoever wants a piece. Over my dead body. I will make Ashtyn a whore, but she’ll be mine. And the only cocks she’ll fuck other than mine, are those who I’ll allow. “I understand, sir.”
He turns, giving me his back, and walks down the hall. I exit the house and head toward my car in their roundabout driveway. Getting in, I start it. As I pull out of their driveway, my cell rings.
Sweetheart lights up the screen on my dash.
I hit answer, and my Bluetooth picks up. “Hey-“
“I swear, Saint.” She sniffs. “I’ve never had sex.”
I sigh. I was hoping she didn’t hear the conversation, but it wasn’t like we were quiet. “I know. I believe you,” I assure her.
“But what if I don’t…” She sniffles again.
It’s fucked up that they expect them to bleed. Because I’ve slept with virgins while in high school who didn’t. “I’ll take care of it,” I promise her.
“What do you mean?” she asks.
“Don’t worry about it, sweetheart.” I’ve waited years to have her. She’s mine. I refuse to let the Lords take the one thing I want away from me. Not when I’ve already given them so much. They can have whatever I have, except for her. She’s off-limits. “In the meantime.” I change the subject. “I don’t want you touching yourself.”
“What?” She gasps. “Saint-“
“I mean it, Ashtyn,” I growl.
She’s silent for a second. “Are you…are you punishing me?”
“Do you want to be punished?” I avoid her question. The silence that lingers makes me smile.
I felt the way she grounded her pussy harder on my thigh when I dug my fingers into hers. Or the way she moaned when I slapped her. How she pulled away when I pinched her nipples. My sweetheart likes a little pain with her pleasure. I’m going to push that to see how much she can take. How much pain she’ll get off on.
“No,” she finally answers. Her voice so soft that I barely hear it over the roar of my car. We both know it’s a lie. “But why can’t I?”
“Because I don’t want anyone getting you off other than me. That includes yourself.” It’s that simple. I’m going to make her beg me to come. I know she’s been seeing a therapist. She’s been seeing her for years. As for watching porn? My girl is curious, and I’m going to teach her things that will make her blush from embarrassment and cry for more.
“But the vow ceremony is three weeks away, Saint,” she whines.
I imagine her on her knees, batting her long dark lashes, pushing her bottom lip out while she begs me not to make her wait. Fuck, it’s a sight to see. “I didn’t say you had to wait until then. I just said you couldn’t do it.”
“Oh,” she breathes, and I adjust my dick inside my jeans.