Filed to story: The LORDS Series Free PDF by Shantel Tessier
“Let me make this very clear, princess.” I grip her hair and yank her head back while I trail kisses along her jawline. “You are to please them. Only I please you. Understand?” They know how much I hate her, and they also know I’d kill them if they ever touched her behind my back. What can I say? I’m a complicated man.
I claimed her the moment I met her. And everyone in this town knows that. Another reason the men she goes after don’t stay around for very long.
“And then I can come?” she asks, swallowing nervously.
I can’t help but smile and drop my mouth to her exposed neck. “Depends.”
“On what?” she whispers.
I pull back and meet her pretty, hopeful eyes. “If you’re a good girl or not.”
Licking her lips, she nods once. “Always.”
“We’ll see.” Yanking on her hair, I pull her down onto the table and over to the edge on her side. I center her over the left corner with her back facing where I stand. That way, her ass and pussy hang off the edge of the table, and her head almost hangs off the other side. Easy access for all of them.
Finn already put his joint away and has his dick out. By the way he’s looking at her mouth, I guess he’s made up his mind where he’s going.
Alex enters the formal dining room, and I didn’t even realize he had left, but it’s obvious by the canola oil in his hand, he’s going to go for her ass.
Jenks is removing his shirt up and over his head and undoes his jeans before shoving them to his ankles, getting comfortable.
Leaning over her side, I grip the back of her knees and shove them up to her chest, locking them in place with my arm.
“Colt,” she whimpers, her body trying to fight me. Her arms are still tied behind her back. I know she’s uncomfortable. Too bad.
My free hand grabs her hair, and I yank it back, now completely off the side of the table. “Sluts don’t get to choose how they’re fucked, princess.”
Alex and Jenks are placing condoms over their pierced dicks and stepping up to the head of the table to my right, where her ass and cunt hang off. Without any warning, Jenks starts fingering her pretty pink pussy, making her squirm more in my hands.
I lower my mouth to her lips and whisper, “They just take it. And you’re my slut, aren’t you?”
“Y-es,” she cries out, and I don’t have to look to know that Jenks is finger-fucking her.
Alex tosses the canola oil onto the center of the table, where it then rolls off onto the floor. “This might hurt.” He laughs, and I watch him run his fingers over her ass, smearing the oil to get it ready. Once satisfied, he pushes one finger into her.
She moans, her body shaking against mine.
“Make them feel good.” I lean down and kiss her cum-covered face. “You always make me feel so good, princess. It’s their turn.”
Her eyes close tightly, and she stiffens, her legs pushing up against my arm. “Relax, just relax and take it.” Alex groans. “I know you like to have your ass fucked.”
“Oh,” she cries out. “God-“
Finn grabs her face and tilts her head up off the table while his free hand shoves two fingers into her mouth, shutting her up.
I look down at her pretty face, and tears run from her eyes like a waterfall. Could be because her body is twisted like a pretzel right now. It could be because she needs to get off. That’ll have to wait.
Removing his fingers, he demands, “Open wide.” She parts her lips for him before he guides his cock into her mouth.
Her body moves, rocking back and forth on the edge of the table. I’m bent over, holding her in place while my three best friends have their way with her. She gives me too much power over her. Stupid girl. She knows I’ll only take advantage of it.
“I see why you fuck this slut even though you hate her.” Alex groans. His cock slams in and out of her ass, not giving her much time to adjust. But he was right. His dick isn’t the first one there. I was. And I wasn’t easy on it.
“Right?” Jenks laughs, still fingering her. Waiting for Alex to be done with her ass so he can take his turn. With the position she’s in, they can’t both fuck her at the same time. “This cunt…” He bites on his lower lip. “She’s so fucking wet.” He pulls his fingers out and leans over, running his hand over the side of her face. “Feel how wet you are.” He chuckles at himself. “But I’m not surprised. Sluts prefer to be used by multiple cocks at once.”
She mumbles unintelligent noises around Finn’s cock in her mouth while she blinks rapidly. I have the urge to lick it off her cheek but refrain. She’ll be all mine later.
Finn whistles. “Shit, she’s got a mouth on her.” Shoving his cock all the way down her throat.
Her body shakes against the table, and her eyes grow heavy. “Don’t you dare, Raylee,” I growl, knowing exactly what’s happening. I’ve trained her. “Don’t you dare fucking come for them.” Only I can please her. I didn’t offer her up so she could get pleasure from them.
Finn drops his free hand to her face and pinches her nose, cutting off her air. Her eyes go wide, her body thrashing against all of us.
“I’m coming.” Alex is the first to call out breathlessly. He slams into her ass one last time and grunts before pulling his semi-hard dick out and stepping back. He walks out of the formal dining room, removing his condom.
Jenks doesn’t waste a second and grips her hip, slamming his dick inside her and not letting up. I watch and see her wetness coating his lower abdomen.
I’m surprised at the rage that bubbles up inside me, like a pot of water about to boil over. The thought of her coming all over his dick pisses me off. But I can’t stop them now. She’ll never let me live it down. This is what she expects from me. To be used. To be an object. We don’t give a shit about one another.
“Fucckkkk.” Finn growls, and then I watch him stiffen while he comes down her throat. When he pulls out, he lets go of her nose, and she’s gasping for air as spit and cum fall out of the side of her mouth, landing on the table she’s pinned to. “Good job, slut.” He taps the side of her face before falling into a chair and all but passing out.
“Colt…” She cries my name. “I can’t …”
“Raylee!” I warn. If she comes on Jenks’s dick, I’m going to make her wish she hadn’t. I’ll beat that ass black and blue.
Jenks pulls out of her pussy, and she sags against the table and begins crying harder. “Turn her over,” he orders.
I roll her from her side to her back, and he yanks her ass to the end of the edge where he stands. I move to stand where Finn was and lean over the side of the table, keeping her legs pinned to her chest. My head now right above hers. She looks up at me, tears rolling down her face, and I hear Jenks going back to fucking her.
“Please?” she begs. The single word is broken. “I need-“
“Do not fucking come, Raylee,” I snap, more pissed off at myself than anything. I’ve fucked her enough to know that it takes quite a bit of effort to get her off. Who knew three dicks would do the trick?
“I can’t stop it,” she cries, now sobbing as fresh tears trail down the sides of her face. “Colt-“
I slap my free hand over her mouth and lower my face to the table to whisper in her ear. “If you come, I will tie you down and fuck you to the point you are about to come and then stop. Over and over. As many times as it takes for you to learn a lesson. Do you understand me?”
Her eyes start to roll back into her head, arching her neck, and just when I think she’s about to disobey me and come all over Jenks’s dick, he pulls out and stumbles back away from the table.
“Jesus, dude. We should just tie her to the table and use her all night.” He licks his lips while his eyes scan over her.
Her pussy wasn’t enough for him. I get it. It’s never enough.
“You had your fun.” I let go of her legs and slide my arms under her, picking her limp body up off the table. She lays semi-conscious across my arms while I carry her upstairs.
CHAPTER ONE
RAYLEE
I SIT IN the driver’s seat of my car, parked outside of the house that I call a prison-three stories, white stucco, black shutters, wraparound porch, and multiple balconies with iron railings. Surrounded by the beautiful Pennsylvania woods, it looks like something you’d see on a TV show for the rich and famous. Makes me want to gag.
Cars litter the circle driveway because dipshit is throwing a party tonight. He didn’t even ask if I cared, but I’m not surprised. It’s his house. I just get to live here.
The lights from the dash illuminate the inside while “Joke’s On You” by Charlotte Lawrence blares, the bass making my car rattle while I contemplate what most call love.
Do you ever get tired of being a woman? Don’t you just want to know once what it feels like to be a man? To have a dick that can fuck whatever it wants and be slapped on the back for it, like you actually accomplished something?