Filed to story: The LORDS Series Free PDF by Shantel Tessier
“You vow.” His voice rings out.
“We vow.” We both say at the same time. His voice louder than mine.
He lets go of my hair, and I drop the side of my face to the altar, closing my eyes.
He steps back, running his fingers over my pussy, and I try to push my ass back against it, but I’m tied down too tightly to reach him.
“So eager to be my whore, sweetheart.” The Lords chuckle at his words, and I bite my tongue to keep from making any noise.
He knows how much I want him. His hand comes down on my ass, and I yank on the rope that ties me down. Something pushes against my pussy.
“Saint,” I gasp as it enters me.
“You’re wet, Ash,” he muses, and I realize it’s his finger when he pushes a second one into me.
I cry out, pulling harder as the pain has tears stinging my eyes. That along with the feel of the plug in my butt is overwhelming. “Please…”
He pulls them out and pushes them in again. I’m on my tiptoes, crying and shaking uncontrollably. It hurts more than I thought it would.
“Shh.” He rubs my bare back. “This is what you want, sweetheart. To be fucked like a whore in front of everyone.”
I bury my face into the altar, gasping to breathe. He told me he would humiliate me. I hate how wet I am because it’s turning me on.
“You chose to me be mine, Ash. That means I get to use you.” He pumps his fingers in and out of me faster and faster.
The plug begins to vibrate on a much lower setting than it did in my closet earlier, and a moan escapes my lips as my body rocks back and forth on the altar. I’m sweating like a literal whore in church, which makes it easier for my body to move along the hard and cold surface I’m tied to.
Something enters my pussy that sends a shrill scream from my lips, my face rising, and my hands fist. I yank on the rope that holds me down.
Then his weight is on top of my back, his hand around my throat from behind. “Watch them, sweetheart. Let them see how pretty you are when you come on my dick.”
His hips slam forward, and my lips part, but nothing comes out this time. A paralyzing pain seizes my body, taking my breath away.
He starts to move. In and out. His cock rams my hips into the side of the hard surface of the altar. The masks and cloaks staring at me fade as Saint’s heavy breathing fills my ears. Or maybe it’s mine. I’m not sure.
Am I even able to breathe? The way the room spins, I’d say no. His dick hits the right spot, and I make a noise that even I can’t comprehend. The plug vibrates more than before, or maybe my mind is playing tricks on me.
“That’s it, sweetheart. Moan for me.” Saint growls in my ear, and I realize I’m crying when I taste my tears. “Do you know how long I’ve waited to fuck you, Ash? Too long. Now be a good girl and come for me. Show them all how much you enjoy pain.”
SAINT
I can feel her body shake underneath mine. But I can also feel how soaked her cunt is.
Fuck, her pussy feels amazing. It’s so tight, and the warmth…like a fucking oven.
Letting go of her throat, I lean up and watch my cock fuck her pussy. A smile plays on my face. “Will you look at that?” I pull out, and she slumps against the altar. I wrap my hand around my cock and run it up and down, smearing the blood on my hand and then shove it back into her.
I slap her ass with my bloody hand. “You’re such a good girl for bleeding on my cock.” She whimpers, her shoulders shaking. I want her to know that she did exactly what I told her she’d do.
I’m on a mission tonight, even if that meant hurting her. If I had to rip her open, she would prove to the Lords that she’s mine. Forever.
She can heal later.
Reaching up, I grab a fistful of her hair, and she doesn’t even scream. The cathedral is full of her heavy breathing and soft cries. I’ve still got my mask and jeans on. All I did was remove my cloak and unzip my jeans to pull my cock out.
We don’t have to be naked.
The Lords have humiliated us enough. Tonight is the night we get to reap the rewards of our loyalty. Tonight is the night I get to claim my sweetheart in front of everyone who wishes they were me.
“Saint.” My name falls from her lips, and I smile, loving the way it sounds.
“That’s it, Ash. Tell them who is fucking you. Who fucking owns you.” I slam forward, and she shudders. Her cunt tightly hugs my bloody cock. I’ve only ever dreamed of her like this. It felt like it was never going to come true. My hand drops between us, and my thumb presses on the vibrating butt plug. I have it turned down somewhat. Just enough to give her a little extra.
“Saint!” She cries out this time when I pull my cock out and push forward.
Her pussy is soaking wet. This is what this life is about-control. Dominance.
Her hands fist, her thighs shaking as her cunt clenches down on me like a vise. I smile as she comes all over my dick. “That’s a good girl,” I praise, and she gasps, trying to catch her breath. “Coming for me like the whore you are.” I push the mask to the top of my head, lean over, and kiss the side of her tear-streaked face. “Now it’s my turn.” Letting go of her, I stand to my full six-foot-five height, grip her hips, and slam into her over and over.
So hard that I’m sweating and breathless by the time my balls tighten. I push forward one last time, holding myself balls deep, and come inside her. I’m proud of myself that I lasted that long. I already came twice today jacking off.
When I pull out, cum and blood drip from the tip of my cock, and she lies bent over the altar, crying and spent like a doll I just used. “That’s just the beginning, sweetheart.” I slap her ass that already has my handprint on it and leave the plug in.
FIFTEEN
ASHTYN
The next hour is a blur as I sit in the front pew with Saint next to me. I’m glad I’m too fucked up to witness my brother take his chosen.
I feel drunk-more than I did earlier when I arrived. I’m not sure if that’s the orgasm or the actual liquor hitting me.
I bled.
I want to scream it to the world. Is it weird that I want to rub it in my mother’s and her therapist’s faces? Probably. But when you’ve been told you can’t do something, you want to show them that you can, in fact, do it, and I did.
I also got off. Saint made the pain feel good. I have never experienced anything like it. It was more than what I ever thought possible.
My heavy eyes fall to my thigh, where Saint’s hand rests. His ring with the Lords crest on it feels cold against my burning skin. I have bruises. They cover my wrists and dot my thighs. I’m sure there are more that my dress currently covers.
After he finished with me, he untied me and slipped my dress back on, leaving the cuffs in place along with the plug. I can feel his cum inside me. My thighs are slick with a mixture of both of our cum and sweat. They still shake.
It was like an earthquake hit my body. If I had been standing, it would have put me on my knees. Hell, he had to help me to my seat.
Saint taps my thigh before standing. I look up, and my heavy eyes scan the room to see that Haidyn is done with his chosen. He was the last to go. I know of her from Barrington, but we’re not close.
All the Lords stand from the pews and make their way out of the cathedral. I stay seated, afraid my feet won’t be able to hold me up. They hurt from my heels, not to mention my legs are Jell-O.
Saint stands in front of me, softly talking to Kashton. His chosen kneels on the floor behind him. Her arms are tied behind her back, and she’s still naked. I don’t know her. Never seen her before.
The Lords have different rankings within their society. Only the best of the best is gifted to the Spade brothers, so she has to be someone important. Or at least her father is.
Take my brother’s chosen, for example. Her father is a congressman. She’s an only child, and as far as I know, she hates my brother. I’ve only met her once at a party, and she told me she hated me and my family. I wanted to apologize but couldn’t bring myself to say the words. I hate my family most days too.
“Come on,” Saint orders, grabbing my hand and pulling me to my feet. The heels making it ten times harder to stand on my shaky legs.
“Where are we going?” I ask. I honestly wasn’t prepared to make it this far. So I have no clue what happens now. Do we go to his place? Mine?