Filed to story: The LORDS Series Free PDF by Shantel Tessier
Standing in the bathroom, I’m leaning over the countertop putting on my lipstick when I see Tyson enter. My breathing instantly picks up. I’m not sure if it’s fear or anticipation. He’s steered clear of me most of the day other than when he had me meet him in his office. I have a feeling that’s how this marriage will be. I’ll only see him when he needs me.
If I’m that lucky.
Trying to avoid his stare, I keep my eyes on myself in the mirror, but I can’t help but feel the plug in my ass. Reminding me that it’s there.
He comes up behind me and hooks his fingers into my shorts, and I drop the lipstick from my hand. It hits the counter before rolling onto the floor. Closing my eyes, I take in a shaky breath. I expect him to fuck me every day because he told me to meet him in his office before every shift, but I figured he’d wait until after our dinner. Guess that’s stupid for me to assume it’ll only be once a day. Men like Tyson need to be serviced as often as possible.
My pussy is still so sore, but my clit is throbbing. It’s like it’s begging for punishment. And the plug in my ass has me wet.
My cotton shorts drop to the floor at my bare feet, and a whimper escapes my lips. He runs his hands up the back of my shirt, pushing it up in the process, and he leans over, kissing my back tenderly and making a shiver run through my body. Tyson Crawford is good. I’ll give him that.
When the shirt tugs on my underarms, I take the hint and raise my arms, letting him lift it over my head. I go to turn around to face him, but he stops me.
“Bend over,” he commands, and I do as he says, knowing there’s no other choice.
My naked body lies across the cold surface while he stands behind me fully dressed. “How’s it feel?” he asks, his fingers pushing on the plug, making me whimper.
“Like you give a fuck.” The words come out before I can even process them. It grants me a slap on the ass cheek that makes me yelp in surprise. The lingering sting has my pussy clenching.
He grips my freshly dried hair, jerking my head up off the countertop, and slams his hips into me, pinning me to the sharp edge and making me hiss in a breath. The plug pushes deeper inside my ass. “Tyson-“
“Just wait until I start fucking that mouth, Lake. You’ll think twice before you open it.”
I swallow at the threat, and he pulls his hips back from my ass just enough for him to reach between us. The sound of his zipper being lowered makes my breath quicken. The head of his dick is at my entrance moments later. No foreplay. I didn’t earn that. One thing about Tyson is he doesn’t need me. He wants me for some sick plan that I’ll never know the secret to. I’m a toy to use, to fuck, to get him off and I hate how much my body likes it.
My breath is taken away when his large cock spread my sore pussy wide open. He’s so big, it hurts. “Feel how wet you are, Lake?” he asks. “How much your body likes being used?”
I hate how turned on I am from the plug, his words, and the way he wants me. It shouldn’t be this way. I should be repulsed by the very thought of him and me together. I should be screaming nonstop and fighting him. Make him take it from me. But I’m bent over the counter, biting my tongue to stop myself from making any noises to show him how much I like it.
There’s nothing soft about how he fucks me. His hand in my hair holds my head up so I have nothing to do other than look at myself in the mirror while he pounds his cock into my pussy and my hips into the side of the counter.
The sound of our bodies slapping fills the room and my lips fall open, a moan escaping that I can’t hold in. Don’t want to hold in. My eyes grow heavy as they watch him in the mirror. His are narrowed as if he’s angry with himself. Or maybe he’s mad at me. It doesn’t matter. Every time he thrusts forward, he pushes on the plug. I feel so full. The combination of pleasure and pain takes my breath away while my soaked cunt tightens around him. The sound of his heavy breathing and grunts turns me on even more, and I’m reminded how much I hate myself over the fact that I actually like this vile man.
I’m so close, my body climbing that high that is right there…but shoves his hips forward one last time, and he pulses inside of me, filling my pussy with his cum. I didn’t get to. Again, it’s not something I earned. I’m sure he just wants me to feel him dripping out of me while we sit at dinner.
Pulling out, he lets go of me, and I drop my cheek to the cool surface of the countertop, trying to catch my breath.
He pulls up his jeans. “Your outfit is on the bed.”
I push myself up and slowly stand to turn and face him. “You picked out my outfit?” I’m not surprised. Like I said, I’m a doll to him. Something to show off to the town.
He doesn’t answer and I walk out of the bathroom to the bedroom to find a dress, underwear, and heels laid out for me. y brother’s words come to mind. At least he has good taste. But of course, he was talking about the other guy I was supposed to marry.
NINETEEN
TYSON
She sits next to me in my car, wearing the red dress I picked out for her along with matching six-inch Gucci heels. The butt plug in while my cum coats her black lace thong. The wedding ring and collar top off the look that screams MINE.
I watch her out of the corner of my eye, noticing the way she keeps moving in the seat. The butt plug doing what I wanted it to do-turn her on. Her cunt was soaked when I fucked her in the bathroom. Even now, she keeps running her hands up and down her bare thighs. She’s silently begging to get off. To get a release that I’m going to make her earn.
She sits up straighter when she sees me pulling up to our destination. “Do we have a room?” she asks, her breathing picking up.
“No,” I answer honestly. “We’ll only be here for an hour.” Less, if I have my way.
I come to a stop, and a guy opens my car door while another opens hers and helps her out. “Have a good evening, Mr. Crawford,” one says as I take her hand and pull her up the stairs and into the Minson Hotel. We ride the elevator up to the twentieth floor and step out into Marble, the elite restaurant, that overlooks the city.
“Hello, Mr. Crawford. Your party is already seated. Please follow me.” The blonde smiles at me brightly, completely ignoring the fact that I’m here with a woman.
“Party?” my wife whisper-shouts in my ear. “Who the fuck are we meeting for dinner, Tyson?”
I ignore her and follow the hostess to the back room. We’re not here for an audience. Well, none other than who I have called to join us.
The hostess opens the double doors and steps aside to allow us to enter the dimly lit room. “Here you go, Mr. and Mrs. Crawford.”
Lake stops, and a small gasp escapes her red-painted lips when she sees who we’re dining with tonight.
The man stands from his chair and clears his throat. “Laikyn, Tyson.” He nods to us, but I see the sharpness in his tight jaw. He doesn’t want to be here, but he also couldn’t turn down my request to meet us for dinner. I’m pretty sure he just agreed to have proof she isn’t dead yet.
“Dad,” she whispers. “Mom.”
Her mother rolls her eyes and then throws back most of the wine in her glass. She also didn’t have a choice to be here. Like her daughter, her husband informed her she’ll attend. My father-in-law refusing my request to dine at his hotel would make him look foolish. And Mr. Minson is anything but a fool.
“I’ll let your server know you’ve arrived,” the hostess states, exiting the private room. She closes the tinted black glass double doors at her departure, silencing the chatter in the main part of the restaurant.
I help my wife over to the table and pull out a chair for her to sit in. I take the one next to her while we both face her parents. A silence lingers over the room, and I feel for the object in the pocket of my dress slacks. It’s the icing on the cake for tonight.
The double doors open, and our server arrives, approaching the table. “Hello Mr. and Mrs. Minson. Mr. and Mrs. Crawford. What can I get you all to drink tonight?”
“Scotch.” Her father answers first.
“Bring me a bottle.” Her mother speaks, lifting her now empty wine glass. She’s obviously had a head start.
“Of course. For you, Mrs. Crawford?” He looks at Laikyn.
She swallows nervously. “I’ll take a glass of what she’s having.” She nods to her mom.
The server looks at me. “She’ll have a water, and I’ll take a whiskey-neat,” I inform him.
“Perfect. I’ll get those right out to you.” He turns and takes off.
Lake’s mother snorts at the fact I won’t allow their daughter to drink. Her husband prefers her drunk all the time, but I’m nothing like him.
Reaching under the table. I rub my hand up and down Lake’s thigh, making her jump. Her knees hit the table, causing it to rattle, and she clears her throat as if that’s going to distract them from what really just happened.
“So Lake,” her mother starts, “are you ready for your initiation?”
Her body tenses under my hand. “I, uh-“
“Lake won’t be doing initiation.” I interrupt my wife’s rambling and calm her unease. There’s no reason for her to be worried about that.
“All Ladies must participate in initiation.” Mr. Minson looks over at his daughter. “Don’t worry. I highly doubt that it’ll be anything too drastic. It goes by level of power.”
I refuse to acknowledge that he just tried to make a dig at the fact that I no longer hold the powerful title I was supposed to have before and gave it up for the opportunity to be sitting here with his daughter as my wife.
The server reappears and passes out our drinks. I pick up my whiskey. “Rules have changed for some,” I decide to say, not wanting to give too much away but also making sure he understands he’s not right.