Filed to story: The LORDS Series Free PDF by Shantel Tessier
Her wrists are tied behind her back with my belt so she can’t use her hands. She’s going to have to show me what her mouth can do. As if I don’t already know.
Her eyes narrow up at me, making them darken, and she bares her perfectly straight white teeth. Good. I want her angry. Because I’m going to humble her real soon.
Laughter grows from the guys to my right, but we both ignore them. She doesn’t care who watches as long as she gets what she wants. Plus, she’s into humiliation and degradation. They turn this slut on.
Taking in a long breath, she lowers her open mouth to my cock and swallows me whole. Her anger making her more determined than ever to get me off. Just another level of our game that she doesn’t have a chance at winning. I lean my head back and close my eyes like before, enjoying how good her hot and wet mouth feels.
Soon, I feel my balls tighten, and I look down to watch. Her head bobs fast, and I’m about to explode down her throat.
With every ounce of willpower I have, I shove her off me. She sprawls onto the floor on her side, and I grip my dick just as I come. Some gets on my jeans, but most of it covers the black marble floor next to her.
I take in a few deep, calming breaths just watching her lie there. She’s gasping, eyes closed, hands still restrained behind her back. Her white party dress has ridden up around her waist, showing me the lace, nude-colored thong that is high up on her hip. I bet if I spread her legs, they’d be soaking wet. Opening her eyes, she pulls her knees up and manages to tuck them underneath her so she can sit up.
I reach out, pushing her matted hair away from her wet face, tucking it behind her ear, allowing her to see. “Look at the mess you made,” I say, pointing at the cum covering the floor in front of her.
She whimpers, her body shaking with need. My princess wants more. A slut is never satisfied.
Leaning forward, I wrap my free hand around her slender neck, feeling her pulse race, and gently kiss the side of her face. She tastes like the ocean-salty-from all the tears she’s cried, and I whisper, “Clean it up.”
Her body trembles while she breathes my name. “Colt-“
“Clean it up!” I order, standing from the chair. I grip her hair and shove her face-first onto the floor next to the cum.
She cries out but then wiggles her body to lie in a more comfortable position, flat on her stomach.
I shift my legs to where I’m standing over her, one boot on either side of her ass that is now showing thanks to her dress. “That’s what sluts do, princess,” I tell her, holding the side of her face to the cold floor while she sniffs. “They clean up their messes. And you’re my good little slut, right?”
She nods the best she can and sucks in a breath.
“Say it.”
“I’m-I’m your good little slut,” she whispers, spit flying from her mouth.
“Now, show me.”
She parts her lips, and her tongue darts out, licking at the cum, smearing it across the floor.
“Good girl,” I praise her, and she whimpers. I let go of her hair and smooth it away from her face. “All of it, princess. Every drop. Clean up your mess.”
I take a few steps back and look down at her. She’s rocking from side to side, her arms fighting being restrained by my belt, with her tongue stretched out as far as it’ll go to lick up the cum, and I smile. Every time I have her like this, it’s a small victory.
Getting an idea, I bend over, grip her thighs, and shove them apart. Then I fall to my knees between them on the floor. “I knew it.” Smiling, I look over the wet spot on her nude underwear. Since her legs are spread, she’s got her ass tilted up off the floor to give me a great view.
I move the thong to the side and run my knuckles over her wet cunt, my mouth watering for a taste. She’s completely shaved. I know she did this thinking she’d get lucky tonight.
“Please?” she begs. The desperation in her voice makes me want to cave and bury my face between her legs to eat her out right here while she licks my cum up off the floor. But I don’t because this is what she does. She’s my slut, not the other way around.
I slap her ass hard enough to leave a red handprint. She cries out and tries to get away from me, but there’s nowhere for her to go. “Did I tell you that you were done?” I ask, my palm now rubbing her ass and my fingers digging into the sensitive skin.
Her body shakes, but I hear her softly answer. “No.”
“Then keep licking,” I command. “I want that floor clean, princess.”
I ignore her soft cries as she goes back to what she was doing while my eyes drop back to her pussy. I can’t help myself; I shove a finger into her and bite my tongue to keep from groaning out loud over how wet she is. Don’t want her to hear how much I want her.
Removing it, I stick it in my mouth. “Desperation tastes so good,” I say, pulling it free from my lips.
The boys laugh at the table, and this time, I look over at them. They each sit in their chairs, pushed back from the table to allow them the best view of her. Finn has a joint between his lips, one hand holding the handle of his knife while he twirls the end of the blade against his other palm, watching her lick up my cum. Alex is smoking a cigarette, his eyes glued to her ass up in the air. And Jenks, well, he’s doing what I told him to do. I wait for him to make eye contact, and then I nod at him. He does the same before pocketing his cell.
Looking back down at her glistening cunt, I thrust two fingers into her this time, making her moan. I know she wants more. Raylee likes it rough. I start to fuck her with my fingers, her body rocking back and forth. She whimpers and gasps between sounds of her tongue lapping at the floor like an addict who spilled what little drug she had left and won’t let it go to waste.
Her pussy clamps down on my fingers, and I feel her body stiffen. I remove them, and her body sags the best it can in her position while her panting now fills the silent room. I like to tease her. Make her crawl on her hands and knees while begging for me to fuck her.
I look down at the floor and see that she has cleaned up most of what I gave her. “Good girl.” I smile.
Standing, I grip her bleach blond hair. I yank her to her feet, and she cries out before I toss her onto her back on the formal dining room table, crushing her arms underneath her, making her scream this time.
“Finn, shut her up,” I tell him.
He stands from the chair and removes his belt. “Open wide.” Before she has a chance to follow orders, he’s placing his belt into her mouth, shoving it behind her teeth, and then wrapping it around her head. He ties it off, securing it in place.
I lean over the end of the table, reaching up and running my thumb over her teeth where she bites on the black leather. She’s got cum on her face and in her hair from the floor. She breathes heavily through her nose. I grab the almost see-through material she calls a dress and rip it down the center, exposing her breasts. She isn’t wearing a bra. I’m honestly surprised she was even wearing underwear.
Running my hands up her ribs, I grab her large breasts in my hands and squeeze, making her rock her body back and forth, rattling the table.
Her eyes go from mine to my three friends, and I watch them grow even heavier. I also notice her nipples harden, and she arches her neck. Interesting.
“Who wants a taste?” I ask.
I’ve never let them have a piece of her before. If I’m being honest with myself, I hate the fact that she fucks other men. But I can’t let her know that about me. And this is about my control over her right now, not the other way around.
She’s my fucking toy to use and pass around.
Finn leans down into her face, blowing out a puff of smoke from his joint. She rocks her head back and forth while unintelligible words come from her gagged mouth. Laughing, he answers, “I’d love a piece.”
I lift her knees, placing her black hooker heels on the table, and push her upward so she’s more in the center. “Spread your legs, princess,” I order her, and they fall open. “Such a greedy slut.” I slap her inner thigh, making a loud popping noise.
She arches her back and tries to relieve the pressure off her restrained arms pinned underneath her, but Alex places his hands around her neck, holding her in place at the other end of the table.
I rip her underwear off and shove a finger into her. Pulling it out, I hold it up in front of Finn’s face. He parts his lips, and I push my finger into his mouth. When he closes his lips around it, his eyes grow heavy, and he moans from deep in his throat.
I pull it out and smile, making up my mind. “Remove the belt from her mouth.”
Alex lets go of her neck and undoes the belt, yanking it from her mouth. Placing my hand under her neck, I lift her to sit up and bring her face to mine. She looks like she’s been through a thunderstorm-tears, drool, and cum cover her face and hair. She looks fucking gorgeous.
“You missed some,” I say as I run my finger along her wet cheek, cleaning off some of the cum and smearing it over her plump lips.
She licks them and then opens her mouth, waiting for me.
“Do you want to come?” I ask her, knowing she’d do anything for me to get off right now. I left her on the edge for a reason.
Nodding once, she begs, “Please,” and starts to cry. “Colt, I need it. God please …”
“Shh,” I say, planting a soft kiss on her forehead and then bringing my eyes to hers again. “You belong to me tonight, understood?”
“But-“