Filed to story: The LORDS Series Free PDF by Shantel Tessier
“How do you not know that man doesn’t deserve his punishment?” Laura asks Ashtyn.
The Lord slaps Haidyn on the back, and it causes him to spin around in the chains. There are more of those white pads on his back as well, and red marks that cover his tan skin. They whipped him. Now the scars make sense.
“Why?” Ashtyn demands, and I want to punch her in the goddamn face. It’s because of you he’s there. And the sad part is that she doesn’t even know who it is. “Why are you making me watch this? Why did you want to even see me?”
Laura gives Ashtyn a soft smile. “This is a reminder, Ashtyn, from the Spade brothers.” She must be talking about their fathers. “That you are a guest here, and it will be best to remember that.”
The Lord in the opposite room turns off the white patches, and Haidyn hangs in the cuffs connected to the chains. “Until next session,” he states before walking over to the door. He shuts off the light, bathing the room in darkness before he leaves Haidyn hanging there.
FIFTY-ONE
CHARLOTTE
Isnuck out of Haidyn’s house while he was occupied in his office with whoever the Lord was that I answered the door for. After I watched the video, I grabbed my purse and ran.
I spent my day running errands, went by my house, then made it to the spa. Hours have gone by, and I haven’t heard from him. It’s hard to get in touch with someone when you turn your cell off. But I’ve kept my eyes open. I’ve never been more aware of my surroundings than I have today to see if he’s following me. But nothing. He’s going to be so pissed when I get back to his house, but a part of me is looking forward to it.
I’m being woken up by the nurse as she removes the IV from my arm, and I already feel better, but of course that could have been the nap. I didn’t mean to fall asleep, but I also couldn’t stop it. Haidyn keeps me worn out. A part of me thinks that’s on purpose. She hands me a water this time, and just like the previous drink, I chug it down.
“Enrique can’t see you today,” she says, and I sit up straighter with a sickening feeling in my gut.
“Why not?” I ask.
“Well…” She nibbles on her bottom lip. “We’ll give you a call to reschedule,” she answers vaguely and then turns, exiting my room.
What the fuck did Haidyn do? Shit! I have to get home. Home? Is his home mine? No. It’s more like a prison. One with conjugal visits.
Making my way to the parking lot, I turn my cell back on and go to call Haidyn but stop myself. Why would I call him? What do I have to say?
He’s going to lie to me. I know he had something to do with Enrique canceling. I reverse out of my parking spot, stomp on the gas, and race home.
Pulling up to his driveway, I rush into the house. “Haidyn?” I shout, and Muffin meows from the couch as if I’ve woken her from a nap. “Haidyn?” I run to the garage and see his white bike is gone.
Had he been following me, but I just overlooked him? I mean, he’s hard to miss. Sighing, I remove my cell from my pocket, and send a quick text to the group chat. Fuck him. I’m going out tonight.
HAIDYN
I pull into my driveway and see her SUV parked. Smirking, I pull into the garage. She came home after her day at the spa. She might have turned her cell off, but I figured she’d make me chase her down.
She’s getting more ballsy. I like it.
It’s a little past nine in the evening, and I enter the house. It’s quiet other than the cat eating out of her bowl in the kitchen. She chomps on the food while she growls at it.
I enter my bedroom just as Charlotte’s phone chimes sitting on the nightstand while it charges. Walking over to it, I pick it up to see it’s a group chat with some of her friends. I open it up and read over it.
CHELSEA: I’m so excited about tonight. It’s been too long since we’ve had a girls’ night. I need it so badly.
NIKKI: Yes. Jerrold has been driving me nuts since we moved in together. I need space and time out with my girls. I’m getting fucked up tonight, for sure.
Setting her phone down, I walk toward the bathroom to see if she’s in there getting ready. I come to a stop in the doorway when I see her bent over the black marble counter applying red lipstick to her plump lips. She pulls back, placing the lid on and begins to run her hands through her long curls.
She looks absolutely stunning. My eyes drop to her red high heels and run up over her smooth and tan legs. Thoughts of filling her ass with an inflatable butt plug enter my mind as I make my way up to her round ass. She’s wearing a white dress that rests high up on her thighs. If she bent over any farther, I’d be able to see what color underwear she has on-if any. The back of the dress has a keyhole out of the middle showing off the curve of her spine. My eyes move to the mirror as she begins to apply more mascara to her already finished makeup. She’s got dark shadow on with thick liner and rosy cheeks. She’s too busy getting ready to even know I’m watching her. My eyes move to the front of her dress, and it’s high on the neck with a built-in collar around her slender neck.
Her phone beeps again, but she doesn’t seem to hear it. Or she’s just choosing to ignore it. I turn to walk back over to the nightstand and pick it up.
CHELSEA: Me too girl. We’re all getting fucked tonight-if we’re lucky, in more ways than one.
My girl is getting fucked alright. I type out a message of my own.
Something came up. Can’t make it.
Then I hold the power button down until it shuts off completely. The last thing I need is for them to call her. She’ll be unable to answer. Besides, her hands will be tied, and she won’t be able to speak because her mouth is going to be in use.
My girl deserves punishment for leaving today after I told her she couldn’t and then turning her phone off. She has to learn that won’t be tolerated.
I pocket her phone, so she’s not looking for it. Then I exit the bedroom to grab the things I’ll need. I’m in the mood to play.
FIFTY-TWO
CHARLOTTE
Itake a step back and look over myself in the bathroom mirror. My friends have been begging me to go out for weeks now, but I’ve become one of those women who seem to drop who they once were for a guy. So tonight, I’m going out, getting drunk, and will probably find myself back here, but at least I’m going to pretend I’m not becoming dependent on a man. The longer I’m here, the more I think I was overreacting. Maybe someone wasn’t following me. I was mad at Haidyn, and it made me think it was him.
I start throwing makeup that I have scattered across the counter back into my makeup bag when I see Haidyn enter the bathroom. He comes up behind me and sets a glass of wine on the counter next to my now full bag. It’s the first time I’ve seen him since I left today.
We’ve both been ignoring one another. I know he did something to Enrique, and he knows I’m aware of it. “Mm, thank you.” I pick up the glass and take a sip.
He places his hands on my thighs and runs them up my freshly shaved legs. I choke on the cold wine as I put the glass down. “Oh no,” I tell him with a chuckle, pushing his hands away, knowing exactly what he’s doing.
His hand wraps around my neck from behind, yanking my head back. My breathing picks up along with my pulse as his free hand yanks the hem of my dress up to my hips, and his hand goes between my legs, cupping my pussy. “Did you just tell me no, doll face?”
I swallow against his hand at the amusement in his voice while staring at the ceiling. “I’m going out,” I say, panicking.
“Your plans have changed,” he announces in that tone that gives me no chance to argue.
“Haidyn-“
His hand tightens around my throat while the other slides into my thong. “You look gorgeous, doll face.”
I moan as a finger softly plays with my pussy. My hips move on their own, trying to get him to touch the spot I crave the most, but have no such luck.
“You really shouldn’t have gotten all fixed up for me, but I do appreciate it.”
My eyes grow heavy, and my hands fall to my sides as the room sways from the lack of air. But I make no move to stop him. It’d be a useless fight anyway. I’m learning very quickly that I like to lose when it comes to him.
He lets go of my throat, and I suck in a ragged breath. Spinning me around to face him, I almost fall off the side of my heels. He cups my freshly done-up face and waits for my eyes to focus on his before he leans forward and places his lips on mine.
I lift my arms, and they find their way around his neck. Running my hands through his dark hair, I scrape my nails across his scalp. My fingers try to grab the short strands, needing something to hold on to, but he pulls away while grabbing my wrists and pushing them down to my sides.
He reaches around me to the counter, and my eyes drop to his hands to see he’s grabbed my lipstick. Popping off the top, he lets it fall to the floor before he grips my chin and tilts my head back. I don’t stop him as he presses the tip to my right cheek and then my left. He steps back and smiles to himself. “You’ve never looked prettier.”
Butterflies fill my stomach at his words. I know how stupid it is. That I’ve allowed him to make me feel this way. I should be kicking and screaming every day at him. I should be trying to start a new life and run as far as I can. But I know it wouldn’t matter because he’d bring me back. It’d just make me wet, and I’d find myself crawling to him on my hands and knees, begging for him to fuck my life up.
He steps back into me, and I think he’s going to kiss me again, but instead, he grabs my hand. “Come on, doll face. I want to play.”
I don’t even bother to pull my dress down as I let him escort me out of the bathroom, through his bedroom, and into the living room.