Filed to story: The LORDS Series Free PDF by Shantel Tessier
Just then, Adam returns to the kitchen. He comes to a stop and crosses his arms over his chest, waiting for me to continue our previous conversation. Taking a deep breath, I fill him in on what I know.
FORTY-SEVEN
CHARLOTTE
Iwas finally able to fall asleep after I heard Haidyn and the man talking in the kitchen. But when I woke up, I realized it was only a few hours. I guess it’s better than nothing.
Entering the living room, I stop when I see things lying on the coffee table. There are two items, but they make my body heat rise. One is a black rope, and the other is a large silver-looking hook. It has three balls that vary in size on the curved end, and on the opposite end is a large opening that resembles a ring.
“Good morning, doll face.”
I jump at the sound of Haidyn’s voice in my ear. Spinning around, I see him standing behind me. He straightens and reaches out, brushing my hair from my face. His knuckles gently brush my cheek. Did he ever go to sleep last night?
“Good morning.” I clear my throat, trying to act unfazed. I don’t know why he still gets to me. Watching that video of him last night reminds me just how deep with him I am. His father told him that he’d beat it into him that women mean nothing. That includes me, and he will take every opportunity he gets to remind himself of that.
“How did you sleep?” he asks.
“Good. You?”
His eyes search mine, and my heart hammers in my chest, wondering if he can tell I lied. After several seconds, he answers, “Good.”
It’s also a lie. He left to go to Carnage last night. And then when I found him in the kitchen with that guy, I rushed back to bed, and he went to the bathroom to take another shower. I eventually fell back to sleep. And when I woke up, he was gone again.
“Remove your clothes.”
The order is no surprise, but the way his voice changes to something so cold sends a shiver down my spine.
Licking my lips, I look around the room. It’s still early. A little after nine, but it’s a cloudy, rainy day. All you can see are trees and mountains outside the floor-to-ceiling windows. The TV is on ESPN, but the volume is low.
“Problem?” he asks.
It’s a test. He knows I saw him and the guy in the kitchen. I want to ask if we’re alone, but I won’t. I’m committed to dying on this hill. “No,” I answer, reaching down and grabbing the hem of his T-shirt that I’m wearing. I pull it up and over my head, tossing it to the floor. Then I slide my hands into my underwear and push them down my hips, letting them fall to my feet before I step out of them.
Standing in front of him naked while he’s dressed in jeans and a plain white T-shirt.
“Beautiful,” he whispers. His eyes drop over my heaving chest, and my nipples harden at his praise. I hate how much my body enjoys him. Just his presence makes me wet. His words make me weak, and his touch…fuck, my body craves it in the most delirious way.
He steps around me and walks over to the coffee table. He picks up something I hadn’t noticed before that was sitting next to the rope, and his eyes meet mine. “Come here.”
My feet move on their own, my body wanting to obey, knowing it’ll be rewarded.
Stopping in front of him, he places his hands on my shoulders and turns me to face away from him. Lowering his hands over my face, he brings something around my neck. “Hold your hair up for me.”
I gather it up to the top of my head with both hands before shuffling it into just one. The leather tightens around my throbbing pulse, and then he buckles it in place. It’s a collar.
Something that just further proves I’m a pet. Put a bell on me and call me kitten. I’ll purr for my Lord.
“Face me,” he commands, and I do as I’m told, letting my hair fall back down over my back. “Arms out in front of you, both hands making a fist.” He doubles the rope and drapes it over my arms. Bringing it across both wrists, he wraps the rope around them twice before tucking it through the middle and tying it off in a tight knot. “Face the couch and kneel. Rest your forearms on the cushion.”
Taking in a shaky breath, I turn to face the couch and drop to my knees. My chest is on the edge, and my arms are out in front of me along the cushions.
His hands are on my back, pushing me farther down into it. “Spread your legs as much as you can and arch your back.”
I wiggle my ass to spread them on the dark rug and then turn my head to the side so I don’t suffocate in the cushion. My hair covers half my face, disrupting my view of the house. If his friend is still in the house watching, I’m not even able to see him.
The sound of a lid popping open makes my breathing pick up. It’s lube. He’s going to fuck my ass. This is a punishment for eavesdropping last night. No matter what, I refuse to admit it.
He runs his wet fingers over my ass, and I try to calm my racing heart. I whimper when one enters me. “Relax, Charlotte,” he orders. “It’s going to happen. You might as well let it slide right in.”
I turn my head, bury my face into the cushion, and bite into the soft fabric. As I fist my tied hands, my body betrays me and pushes against him when he removes it. I close my eyes tightly and hold my breath when he thrusts in again deeper, forcing my open legs to shake.
“That’s it, doll face.” He pushes another into me. My body gives way no matter how much my mind screams to stop. I lift my head, needing air, and gasp, my hair getting in my mouth.
He removes his fingers and pushes them inside me again, all the way to his knuckles, and I cry out, unable to help it as my body rocks back and forth.
“Haidyn.” His name is breathless as his fingers begin to fuck my ass. He goes slow but deep, forcing their way inside me. I bend my arms, my tied hands gripping my hair.
He removes them, and I slump against the side of the couch. My body once again relaxes, and I take in a calming breath, then I feel something cold and hard against my ass. A hand lands on my lower back, holding me down to the couch.
“Take in a deep breath,” he orders, and I suck one in. “Let it out.”
I let it out, and something much larger than his fingers pushes against me. “Haidyn-” My voice rises this time.
“You’re doing great, Charlotte,” he assures me as my ass stretches wider. “Almost done.”
My body fights the intrusion, but he stands behind my kneeling body, one hand holding me down and the other pushing whatever the hard object is into my ass. I’m powerless against him. My ass burns as it stretches, and when I think I’m going to pass out from holding my breath, it closes around a smaller but still very hard surface.
“Good girl, doll face. You’re doing so good.” He rubs my back, and I realize I’m crying. “Almost done.” He grabs the rope that binds my hands and pulls them over the back of my head. It’s pulling my face and chest off the couch and into a sitting position on my knees with my legs tucked under me. Tears fall from my eyes, and my hair sticks to my wet face.
The rope around my wrists and whatever is in my ass is pulled tighter, and a moan escapes my shaking lips.
“That’s it, Charlotte. That’s the sound I want to hear come out of that perfect mouth of yours.”
I can’t see much but shapes out of my blurry, covered eyes. Seconds later, his hands are on my face, and he’s pushing my hair back. I blink rapidly, letting the fresh tears fall to see he’s now sitting on the couch in front of me while I remain kneeling between his now open legs. My arms are still up above my head, bent backward, my tied wrists rest at the back of my neck.
I pull on them only to cry out as it moves whatever is in my ass. “What…what did you do?” I try again but nothing.
His lips pull slightly at the corners as his hands drop to my neck. Hooking his finger into the ring of my collar, he pulls me forward while he leans into me.
HAIDYN
I place my face in front of hers, and she’s gasping with her plump lips parted. I hold her in place as I say, “Your arms are tied behind your head, and the rope is attached to the anal hook that I inserted into your ass.”
Her tear-filled eyes widen. I pull her closer, closing the short space, and place my lips on hers. She kisses me back immediately. No hesitation, just a woman begging to be fucked and needing to be taken. She’s so submissive it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. I’ve had a week with her in my home, and I take advantage of it any chance I get.
My free hand reaches out and rubs her left breast. I tied her arms this way on purpose. She moans into my mouth, and I roll my fingers around her hard nipple, pinching it. She tries to pull away, but I yank harder, and I swallow the cry that follows.
Pulling away, she gasps as she kneels before me. I release her collar and run my knuckles down her heaving chest to where both hands grip her nipples. “Fuck, you’re so sexy.”
“Haidyn,” she whispers my name. Her head falls back, and I watch her neck work when she swallows.
I slap her breast, and her body jerks as another cry echoes through the house. Every little movement she makes has the anal hook moving inside her ass. She has a choice-release the tension on the anal hook in her ass, which means she has to push her arms farther back, or let her arms relax and pull on the hook.
I slap it again and then again, harder each time until she’s screaming my name. Her chest is red, and she lowers her head as more tears fall from the prettiest eyes I’ve ever seen. They’re a rich royal blue-they look like sapphires.
“Please,” she begs, body trembling.