Filed to story: The LORDS Series Free PDF by Shantel Tessier
So many thoughts are going through my head right now. I can’t move, and I can barely breathe. He’s so big. And the metal…it fills my mouth, runs along the roof of my mouth and tongue. I try to open wider so the piercings underneath his shaft don’t hit my teeth.
The collar restricts my breathing, and my nipples feel like they’re being ripped off. I look up at him through watery eyes, and he throws his head back, his hand holding my hair while my head bobs up and down.
When he hits the back of my throat, I gag, and his throat works as a deep growl comes from his lips. It’s the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard.
“Fuck, Charlotte. That’s a good whore.” He’s breathless.
I lied. That was the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard. My pussy thinks so too as wetness pools between my shaking legs.
“Goddamn.” He lowers his head, and his heavy eyes land on mine.
Drool runs out of the corner of my open mouth, and he pushes my head farther down. My air is taken away as the head of his cock fills the back of my throat. My body jerks involuntarily, and my eyes blink quickly as I gag.
“You’re so pretty on your knees,” he tells me, and butterflies fill my stomach. I suck on him harder, as if I can swallow him whole. He smiles down at me. “Are you wet, Charlotte? Hmm? Does that cunt of yours need to be fucked too?”
I try to nod, but the collar prevents it. So I just stare up at him, praying he bends me over and takes my pussy next. He pulls my mouth free from his cock, and I gasp, needing air. I’m starting to feel lightheaded. He pushes me back down. It fills my mouth once again, and he lifts his hips off the chair, my nose almost touching his jeans, and I gag again.
“I’m going to fuck it now,” he warns, and my eyes widen. Isn’t that what he’s been doing?
He pulls my mouth free of his cock and then shoves it down before I can even take in a breath this time. He does it again and again.
Gag, drool…gag, drool. I kneel before him like a toy as he fucks my mouth rougher than I thought possible. My eyes and nose run as much as my open mouth, blurring my vision, and the room sways.
“I’m going to come, doll face,” he growls, and I try to pull away, but he holds me in place as I mumble around his dick.
The fact that he wants me to swallow makes me nervous. But I have no other choice than to take it. He shoves my head down, pushing his cock deeper than before, and I gag. His cock pulses in my mouth, and I feel his warm cum slide down the back of my throat before he yanks my head back.
I gasp, drool and cum leaks from my mouth as my chest heaves, and I cough it up, choking on it.
He runs his hands through my tangled hair. His hard eyes once again glare down at mine. As if whatever I just did reset us back to hatred.
Reaching down, he undoes one of the nipple clamps, and my shoulders shake from the pain. He pulls the chain through the ring of the collar and undoes the other.
I cry out.
“Shh, you’re okay, doll face. You did so good for me.”
I swallow roughly and flinch, my throat sore and raw.
He stands and walks around me, removing the chain that connected my upper arms. They fall to the sides, and I’ve never been more grateful for my wrists being tied to my thighs. “We’ll try without this, but if you disobey, it goes back on, understand?”
“Y-yes,” I say roughly.
The collar is removed, and I stretch my neck.
“Thank you,” I whisper, and my eyes meet his. He smiles down at me, and I have the urge to open my mouth again. I want to be his good girl. I want to come so bad. “I need to use the restroom,” I remind him.
He nods. “You may use the restroom.”
I stay kneeling on the drain. My knees have gone numb, but I remain where I am, waiting for him to come and untie my arms and let me out of the room to use the restroom. But he turns to face me, leans back against the counter, and crosses his arms over his chest.
“You said??”
“I know what I said.”
I take a deep breath, starting to get pissy. The high that I got from being a slut for him fades away. “Then let me go to the bathroom.” I yank on my secured wrists.
He nods to the drain underneath me. “You’ll go right where you kneel.”
I drop my head to look at the drain and then back at him. A laugh bubbles up, and I lean back on my heels. “Funny, Haidyn.”
“I’m not laughing, Annabelle.”
His tone and use of my legal name has my laughter dying. “You’re serious?” I gasp. “Haidyn-no.” I yank on my wrists again. “Take these off and show me to the bathroom.”
He turns, giving me his back, and unlocks one of the cabinet doors. Opening it up, he pulls out a miniature hourglass. It’s much smaller than the one he used at my house. He sets it down on the counter and looks back at me. “You have until this runs out of time.”
I look at the sand falling through the skinny center and quickly filling the bottom part. My eyes slam back to his in horror. “What???”
“Once you are out of time, I’m going to put an adult diaper on you, and you can piss all over yourself.”
This has to be a joke. He wouldn’t really make me…would he? I shake my head. “No…”
He opens up the cabinet again and pulls out a fucking diaper. Slapping it on the counter, he speaks. “You have a choice, doll face. What’s it going to be?”
I try to hold back the tears, but they fall from my eyes as I watch the time quickly go by. “I hate you,” my trembling lips whisper.
He laughs, the sound bouncing off the concrete walls and making the hairs on the back of my neck rise. “You didn’t hate me when you were begging me to fuck your mouth.”
I lower my head, my blurry eyes on the drain knowing that avoiding eye contact will have him putting the posture collar back on me, but I don’t care. I can’t face him right now.
“You’re running out of time, beautiful. What’s it going to be?”
Knowing he’s not bluffing, I spread my shaking legs as far as I can and make sure I’m hovering over between a couple of the bars. I close my eyes, shoulders shaking, and I bite my tongue to keep from sobbing as the tears fall from my lashes, and I relieve myself like a stray dog roaming the streets.
THIRTY-ONE
HAIDYN
I’m testing her. She thinks this is just to humiliate her, and although it’s getting the job done, it’s more than that. I want her to fucking loathe the sight of me. I want her to gag at the sound of my voice. I need her to want to stab my eyes out when I look at her.
She kneels over the drain and sits down on it the best she can so she doesn’t make a mess on herself. She tries to hide her sobs, but it’s impossible.
The hourglass has stopped, so I pick it up and put it back along with the diaper, grabbing a couple of things before I lock the cabinet back.
Once she’s finished, I leave the room and come back with a bucket of soapy warm water and a sponge. “Stand up,” I order, reaching down and grabbing her upper arm.
I know she needs help. She’s spent too much time on her knees on the drain. She gets to her shaking legs but leaves her head down. She’ll sleep in her posture collar tonight. Right now, I’ll let her think she won.
I kneel before her and take the sponge from the warm water and gently begin to wash her. I start with her feet, then move up her legs. Standing, I clean her cunt and stomach, then her chest and neck, dipping it back into the water when needed. “Turn around.”
She quickly gives me her back, thankful not to have to face me as her soft sobs fill the small room. I do the same to her back, legs, and ass. Then I throw the sponge into the bucket and grab the second one. It’s got clean water. I slowly pour it over her body, starting at the top, and watch the soap wash away and down the drain. “Face me again.”
Sniffling, she does, and I pour what’s left of the clean water over the front of her. I grab the towel off the counter and dry her off.
Once done, I tell her, “Lie on the bed, face down.”