Filed to story: The LORDS Series Free PDF by Shantel Tessier
“I should do it anyway after what you tried to pull last night.”
My wide eyes meet his. “What did I do?” I don’t remember past being spanked in the woods. Everything goes black after that. Who knows what I did.
“It took everything I had to stop you from sucking my cock in the car while I drove you home.”
I can’t help but laugh at that, and he arches a brow. “Funny, huh?”
“You make it sound like a bad thing.” I’m still laughing. “You saying you didn’t want it?”
He places his right hand on my face and leans down. His lips almost touch mine, and my laughter dies completely. I hold my breath, knowing it smells awful. “I want nothing more than to fuck this pretty face, sweetheart,” he says softly, his eyes drilling into mine. He moves his fingers to run over my trembling lips. “And I’m going to. But when I do, it won’t be in a car with you drunk off your ass.”
I take a shaky breath, and he sits up, pulling his hands away. Pushing myself up as well, I lean my back against the headboard. “I hate this,” I whisper. “Will it always be this way?”
He sighs, running his hand down his unshaven face. “The Lords have rules for a reason,” he deflects.
“They don’t make any sense,” I growl.
“They don’t have to make sense to us. We just have to follow them.”
I roll my eyes and bow my head, rubbing my temples.
“It’s only three more weeks,” he reminds me, and I snort. It might as well be three years.
The sound of my phone going off with a text gets our attention, and he stands to pick it up off the floor where I threw it at him. He reads it and then hands it to me.
MOM: Tomorrow afternoon at 3. I’ll pick you up at 2:30. Be ready.
“Fuck this day,” I say, tossing it back on the floor without responding.
“What’s tomorrow at three?” he asks.
I curl up onto my side, facing him. “Therapy.”
“Want me to go with you?” he asks, his fingers gently pushing the hair off the side of my face.
“No,” I rush out, and he frowns. “God, no. You’ll only make it worse.”
“I just want to help.”
“I know, but she’d just try to convince you that I’m a whore addicted to sex and watching porn.” Aren’t I? I’ve let him call me his whore. Fuck, I want to be his anything. He can call me whatever he wants as long as he lets me come. I kind of even like the fact that he doesn’t allow me to. It makes it much more exciting and confusing.
“You make that sound like a bad thing.” He smiles, throwing my own words back at me.
I pull on the covers, yanking them up to my neck, suddenly self-conscious that I’m still naked and he’s fully clothed. “No man wants a whore,” I say.
That’s what my mom and her therapist tell me. Not one who actually enjoys sex anyway. We’re supposed to do it because it’s expected of us. You’re supposed to do as you’re told but hate it at the same time. It’s all a fucking mind game that no one is supposed to figure out.
He gets up off the bed, and I roll over, giving him my back. I’m tired. I need more sleep and for this headache to go away. The text from my mother just made it worse. Yawning, I close my eyes, but they spring open the moment the covers are yanked from my body. I’m turned onto my back as Saint’s knee digs into the bed beside me. He shoves my hands above my head, and I scream out, legs kicking as he secures them in place. “What the…?”
Positioning himself between my legs, he easily spreads them wide open, and I pant, looking up at him. “Saint,” I breathe, yanking on my hands. “What are you doing?”
“Let’s get one thing straight, Ashtyn,” he says. Both hands grip my hips, and he holds me pinned to the bed. The soft sheet underneath me hurts my ass and thighs that he took a belt to last night. “There’s nothing wrong with watching porn. Or wanting sex. And there’s sure as fuck nothing wrong with wanting to be my whore.”
My breath catches at his words. The reminder of Saint’s good girl in Sharpie makes my thighs tighten around his waist. He could write it on my neck for all I care. Let him show my mom that he wants me.
“Because I’m going to make you exactly that.” His hand moves over my pelvic bone and between my legs. “They’ve got you brainwashed if you believe that shit.” His thumb runs over my clit, and I moan, lifting my hips off the bed. “And although I don’t like what they’ve made you believe, I have no problem undoing it. So, starting today, right now, I’m going to train your body and your mind to be my whore. And I’ll continue to do so. Do you understand me?”
I nod quickly, trying to catch my breath.
“Say ‘I’m going to be your dirty little whore, Saint.'”
Sucking in a deep breath, I whisper, “I’m going to be…”
He wraps his hand around my throat, cutting off my words and my breath. He lowers his face to mine and speaks. “Louder, Ash. Make me fucking believe it.” He sits back up, but his hand remains around my throat, though it no longer cuts off my air.
I cough, sucking in a deep breath now that I’m able to, and arch my back off the bed. “I’m going to be your dirty little whore, Saint.”
“That’s a good girl.” He smiles, satisfied. Letting go of my throat, I unwrap my thighs from his waist, and he gets off the bed.
I lie naked with my hands tied above my head while he reaches into my nightstand. He grabs a vibrator, then removes his belt from his jeans. He places it underneath my lower thighs, and cinches it tight, pinching my skin. “Saint?” I try to pull my knees apart, but it doesn’t do any good.
“No penetration, sweetheart,” he reminds me, and I groan, my clit throbbing.
“Then what are you doing?” I wonder, my back arching.
“You’re going to lie here tied to your bed while I sit here and watch you get off over and over. We’re going to train your mind to enjoy coming for me like the good whore I want you to be.”
Turning the knob of the vibrator, he places it between my legs on top of my pelvic bone and turns the knob to high. My hips buck, a cry of surprise coming from my lips. “Saint…” I pull my tied legs up, bending my knees, knocking his hand and vibrator out of the way.
He turns it off, and I slump into the bed. “This won’t do,” he mumbles to himself.
I take a second to collect myself while he walks out of my room, leaving me alone.
I yank on my hands and twist my body from side to side, trying to free myself, but there’s no such luck. It feels like he leaves me here for hours, but he returns with a rope dangling from his hand in probably what was more like five minutes.
Coming to the side of the bed, he undoes his belt from around my legs, and I pull my knees up as he goes to the foot of my bed. He bends down on the other side of my footboard and then pops up after a second. Reaching over the bed, he grabs my ankle and yanks it down, pulling it out to the side, wrapping the rope around and tying it off.
I yank on it to find he secured it to the bed somehow. “Saint…please,” I beg, pulling on my arms as tears start to sting my eyes. I just want to touch him. Yank his clothes off and see him naked.
“I know, Ash. I know,” he says as he grips my other ankle and ties it off to the opposite side. My arms are above my head, my legs spread wide open as he comes back over to the side of the bed and sits down next to me.
The sound of the vibrator fills the room again. It’s turned up all the way when he places it between my open legs. I fight it, trying to pull my legs closed, needing to roll from side to side, but I have no choice but to take it. His eyes are on mine as I try to breathe through the first orgasm that rocks my body.
My lips part, but nothing comes out as my back arches off the bed, yanking on the ropes. He places two fingers in my mouth and orders, “suck on them.”
I wrap my lips around them and do as he says, my body trembling and sweat beads dotting my heated skin.
“Good girl,” he praises me, and I blink, tears falling from my eyes.
He begins to move the wand of the vibrator up and down my swollen clit, and I feel the sensation again. I try to shake my head, but he shoves his fingers farther down my throat, making me gag.
“You’re doing so good, sweetheart.” His green eyes are on mine as he smiles.
I blink, fresh tears falling from my eyes, and I suck on his fingers as he pulls them free from my mouth. He slaps my face, and my thighs clench. “Say it, Ash. Who are you?”
“Yours,” I gasp, trying to wiggle my hips free from the vibration. I need a second to get myself together, but he keeps it in place.