Filed to story: The LORDS Series Free PDF by Shantel Tessier
The first thing I notice is a small mattress on the floor. No bigger than a twin. It’s what I was lying on. It looks dirty, and there’s a wet spot from where I was most likely drooling. At least, I hope that’s what it is. To my right is a white countertop with six cabinets underneath.
I rush over to them, almost tripping over myself, which would suck because I can’t use my hands to keep from slamming my face on the concrete floor. Bending down a little, I position myself to where my right hand can reach the cabinets. I grab the handle and try to open it, but it’s locked.
“Fuck!”
I try the other, then another, and another with no luck. All six are locked. “Goddammit.” Haidyn is smarter than that.
Blowing my hair out of my face, I look at the far wall, and my heart picks up as I step in front of it. It’s a mirror. A large square glass that takes up most of the wall. I see myself in the reflection. I look hungover. Or like I’m coming off a three-day binge of some sort. My eyes are puffy, and my hair is a tangled and wild mess. My chin and cheek are slick from drool.
How long have I been out? I willingly took that pill he offered me. Who knows what it was and how long it affected me. Even now, I feel wobbly. A single bulb that hangs from the low ceiling gives me just enough light to see that my dull eyes look dilated and bloodshot.
I’m also naked. No surprise. My eyes quickly scan my tan skin. I don’t see any bruises, but the leather has begun to irritate me. I see two more that I hadn’t seen a minute ago. Each one wrapped around my arms above my elbows. Little golden locks get my attention, telling me that I can’t remove the belts even if I could unlatch my wrists from my thighs. They’ve all been locked in place. Another set of belts is wrapped around my ankles. But the ones around my upper arms make me nervous. Why are they in that spot? What could he possibly do with them?
Taking a few steps back, I step on something that digs into my foot. “Ow.” I wince and hobble to the side until my ass hits the countertop behind me. I look down to see what I stepped on. It’s a large drain in the center of the room. The floor seems to slant toward it. It’s not the kind you see in a shower or bath. It’s the kind you see on the side of the road-a storm drain.
Walking over to it, I kneel and bend forward, trying to lean over to where I can wrap my right hand around one of the bars and attempt to pull it up. Grinding my teeth, I pull with all I can, but it doesn’t budge. “Shit.” I hiss, letting go and sitting back.
“HAIDYN?” I shout, starting to get really pissy. My voice echoes in the small room, and I drop my head, trying to catch my breath and slow my racing heart. It won’t do me any good. I’m here because he wants me here. I chose to be his. Not like the alternative was any better. The Lords would wipe me off the face of the earth. And I’d still probably end up here at Carnage. That’s where those who betray their oath go. I’d be no different.
Fisting my hands, I pull them out to my sides, trying to tear the leather or yank it free, but it only pinches my skin once again on my thighs. They’re tight as fuck. I’m sweating, and it’s making them itch.
I drop them and suck in breath after breath, trying not to cry. I do that when I’m mad. Throwing my head back, I blow the hair from my slick face and look up at the ceiling. It’s so hot in here, and my mouth is dry.
A bright light flips on, and I duck my head, shutting my eyes. A door opening has me shaking where I kneel. It could be Haidyn or any other Spade brother for that matter. Three of them run this hell. And for all I know, he will let them all play with me. They shared Ashtyn, right? And if what my mother’s friend said was true, he loves her. I’m nothing to him.
Metal scraping on concrete has me flinching, but I remain where I’m at with my head down. A submissive pose. This is what he wants. A mindless toy he can control.
“Hello, doll face.”
His deep voice sends goose bumps over my already heated skin as it fills the small room. I open my eyes and peek up at him through my lashes.
He’s sitting in a chair, legs spread wide, hands on his jean-clad thighs. His posture looks relaxed, but his eyes look amused. He’s got that fucking baseball hat on backward that makes my stomach do flips, and he wears a white T-shirt that pulls against his hard chest and broad shoulders. He looks like a god, and I’m a chained pet.
Sitting up, he reaches out to push my wild hair from my face, but I pull back from his touch.
He pauses with his hand still inches from my face, and he smirks. “I brought you something.” Leaning down, he picks up a water bottle that sits by his feet, and my already dry mouth becomes the Sahara Desert as I look at the condensation on the plastic.
“Thirsty?” he asks, his eyes on mine.
I nod.
Lifting it in front of me, he gives it a little tilt, and it splashes on the drain that separates us. “Hai-dyn!” I shriek, and my voice cracks.
He rights it and arches a brow at me. “I asked you a question, Charlotte.” His voice is now a growl, sending a shiver down my spine.
“Yes.” I nod again, my arms pulling on the restraints. Those angry tears I try to hold back blur my vision. “I’m thirsty.” Taking in a calming breath, I ask, “May I please have a drink?”
TWENTY-NINE
HAIDYN
She hasn’t been out for long. Four hours. To her, it probably feels like days. I stand from the chair and step onto the drain. I use one hand to move her hair from her face, and the other holds the tip of the water bottle to her cracked lips.
Her head is tilted back, her eyes up on mine, and she greedily swallows the water while some falls down her chin and runs over her naked body to splash on the floor between her legs.
I pull it away, and she’s gasping. “Take it easy. Nice and slow, doll face. Don’t want you to get sick.”
The sedative wasn’t a high dosage, but I can’t predict how her body will react.
She shakes her head at my words, and I hold the bottle to her lips again. She’s like a baby bird begging to be fed. She has no use of her arms, and soon, I’ll limit her even more. I’m not sure if I’ll need to use the cuffs around her ankles or not. That will depend on her.
She slowly sips on it, and I run my free hand over her matted hair. “That’s it. Good girl. Nice and easy.”
Pulling away, she takes another deep breath. Sitting back in the chair, I order, “Stand up.”
She slowly gets to her shaking legs and stands before me naked, but her head is high and her shoulders back. Fuck, I underestimated her. She would come into Carnage, and her cheeks would redden when I spoke dirty to her, but I could tell by the look in her eyes she’d be into most of the shit I thought of doing to her. She’s just another woman deprived of what her body wants and too afraid to ask for it.
“Turn around for me, doll face. I want to see you.”
She holds her arms out as far as the connecting chains will allow and slowly gives me her back. The warm room fills with her heavy breathing, and my eyes drop to her bubble ass and run up the curve of her spine. Her hair sticks to her back and shoulders, and I want to put it up for her but refrain. My hands will be in it soon enough.
Turning back to face me, she meets my eyes as her chest heaves. I stand from the chair, and she arches her neck to keep her eyes on me. I’m not going to pounce on her. I was telling her the truth when I said she’d beg me from her knees.
Walking up to her, I cup her face, and her lips part. “Why…why can’t I have the use of my hands?” She stumbles over her words, sounding out of breath.
“Because you don’t need them,” I say honestly.
She pulls on them as if to reassure herself they’re secured to her thighs. I didn’t buckle them tight enough to cut off circulation, but they aren’t coming off unless I unlock them.
She bares her perfect white teeth up at me. “Do you think I’m going to attack you?”
I laugh at that. “No.” I run my knuckles down her water-covered chest, and she doesn’t flinch. She’s becoming accustomed to my touch already. Sooner than I had hoped. “It’s also because it turns you on.”
She tenses at my words, but we both know they’re true. “I think a part of you wants to be forced to be my whore.” I lower my face down to hers. Our lips are so close that if I pucker them, I’d kiss her. “Tell me I’m wrong, Annabelle.”
Her dilated eyes search mine, but she doesn’t say anything. She takes a step back, and my hand drops to my side.
“No,” she whispers, shaking her head.
“No,” I repeat, pulling my cell from my pocket. I pull up an app, and the small TV hanging in the corner of the room turns on.
She spins around and looks up at it as the twenty-five inch shows her bedroom. It’s dark, but you can’t miss her lying in her bed at her house. She’s moaning, her body moving under the covers.
“What is this?” She steps forward to get a better look, but I stay quiet, watching her view herself on the screen.
She wakes up, plays the recording, and gets herself off. Then it skips to the scene in her room where she begs me to fuck her. Begs me to kiss her. I spit in her mouth on the screen, and watching it happen makes her gag.
I step up behind her. My hand brushes the hair off her shoulder, and I wrap my hand around her throat from behind. “See, doll face. Even in your dreams, you’re my dirty little whore.”
She spins around, eyes glaring up at me. “Fuck you, Hai??”
I wrap my hand around her throat and push her backward, cutting off her words and slamming her back into the glass. Her lips part, but nothing comes out. Her hips buck, pushing into mine as I pin her in place, but her eyes go heavy.
“Spread your legs, beautiful,” I command.
She does as she’s told, and I loosen up on her neck, allowing her to breathe as my hand drops between her legs. I run my fingers along her pussy, and she pushes it against my hand, wanting them inside her. But instead, I hold them up in front of her face. “Look how wet you are just watching yourself beg me to fuck you. Imagine if I actually gave you what you wanted.” I place them in my mouth and suck on them.