Filed to story: The LORDS Series Free PDF by Shantel Tessier
“I love a whore on her knees.” He groans, watching his cock slide in and out of her drool-covered face. She’s a mess. Just how I like her. “What about you, Haidyn?”
He’s standing over by his bike, watching intently. The outline of his hard dick on full display. “I prefer an ass.” He shrugs. “But a mouth can be good too when it’s not filled with a gag.”
“Goddamn, Ash…” Kash trails off, both hands reaching across her tied body and grip her inner thighs, digging his fingers into her flesh. She arches her back the best she can as he pounds into her mouth harder, the sound of him fucking intensifies with each gurgle of saliva.
He slams forward, holding his cock down her throat, his zipper pressing into her face, and she fights the ropes harder, begging to breathe before he groans and comes down her throat.
Pulling out, she’s gasping as drool and cum leak down the sides of her face.
Her body shakes as tears run from her blue eyes. “Such a pretty little whore, sweetheart,” I say, continuing to finger her soaked cunt. I can see her hard nipples through the thin material of the bodysuit. I want to rip it off her and suck on them, but I won’t. She needs something to wear on the way home. I just wanted to get her out of Carnage for a good time. When we return, I’ll tie her naked ass to my bed and use her for my own pleasure.
Haidyn steps up, staring down at her. “I won’t go as easy on you, baby girl.” He smirks, making her whimper while she tries to catch her breath.
Removing my fingers from her pussy, I return to the butt plug. I pull it out a little, only to push it back in. She cries out, fresh drool running from the corners of her open lips. I do it again, fucking her ass with it as Haidyn steps into her with his now hard cock fisted in his hand.
“Take a deep breath,” he orders, and she inhales, her stomach sinking in before he pushes into her.
I watch her throat work as she tries to adjust to his length. Her cheeks fill out, pushing against the leather straps holding the gag. What I love most about an open-mouth gag is that she can’t suck. All she can do is lie there and take it. It’s literally a throat fuck, and when she tries to swallow…goddamn, it feels so good.
He pulls all the way out and slaps her wet face, making her whimper and body tremble.
She’s so fucking gorgeous. I love seeing them use her. Her body was made for me, but that doesn’t mean I won’t share the wealth. She belongs to me; she goes home with me. She lives for me.
“Relax your throat for me.” He groans, pushing his hips forward, and I watch her neck bulge as his cock forces its way down it. The rope pulls tight as he fills her throat.
Her body jerks as she fights the restraints. I continue to fuck her ass with the plug, loving the way it opens up and sucks it back in and knowing she enjoys the different size balls it has.
Haidyn pulls out, and she’s crying before he pushes back in, silencing her. “Fuck, swallow it, baby girl. All the way down. You can take it.” He reaches across her body with his hand and places his palm over the bandage on her pelvic bone, pushing two fingers into her smooth pussy.
Haidyn has always been on the rougher side. He likes to hear them scream and watch them cry. That’s why he prefers an ass. Any woman can spread her legs or kneel. But anal? That narrows your options unless you don’t give them a choice.
He pushes a third finger into her pussy, and I continue to fuck her with the butt plug with the juices that run from her cunt. Her ass and thighs are soaked from earlier. He takes both of his hands and spreads her wide open to allow me a visual. Fuck, it’s a gorgeous sight.
I have the urge to see how many fingers I can fit inside her. The thought of fisting enters my mind, but I quickly squash that idea. She’s not ready for that. Not today anyway. But soon.
“That’s it.” He lets go and watches his cock fuck her mouth like Kashton did as her body rocks back and forth on the picnic table she’s tied to. His free hand grabs her nipple over her bodysuit and pulls on it, making her tremble as his fingers go back to her pussy. “I can feel your cunt clenching, baby girl. How much you like it.”
Pulling out, she sucks in a breath before he shoves it back into her mouth. He removes his fingers and slaps her pussy, making her jump. He does it again. Harder. It’s swollen and bright red.
I can’t wait to bury my face into it when we get back to Carnage.
He pulls out and lowers his hands to her mouth, shoving his fingers into it. “Taste that, Ash? Only a whore gets this turned on from sucking dick.”
She blinks, her wet lashes clumping together, and her throat works as she tries to suck on his fingers.
Kashton stands by them, his phone in one hand while he records it. She arches her back, once more trying to fight the tight position we’ve got her tied in.
He pulls his fingers out and a line of fresh drool covers her face before he slaps it again. “Make me come, baby girl,” he orders, guiding his hard cock back into her mouth. “Make me come down your throat like the good whore we know you to be.”
He fucks her face, ignoring every whimper, cry, and moan that manages to escape her full mouth while I play with her ass and the plug. Her cunt looks so pretty as it glistens from my cum and her arousal. It’s begging for me to fuck it. But not yet. I’m going to make her wait.
It doesn’t take him long before he’s holding his length down her throat and coming as well. When he pulls out, he’s gasping for breath, and she sobs, her body trembling as we start to untie my good little whore.
TWENTY-EIGHT
ASHTYN
I haven’t left Saint’s bed in three days. After we returned from our bike ride, he fucked my ass before he had me ride his face. I sobbed when I finally got to come. It was so euphoric that I swear I lost my vision. I hate but also love when he makes me wait to get off.
It’s torture at its finest.
As much as I love being with Saint, I’m losing myself. I can feel a part of me dying each day. My old life is becoming more of a memory than a reality.
I need to feel like me again. So I got up, showered, dressed, and put a little bit of makeup on. I wandered down to the cafeteria instead of waiting for Jessie to bring me food. Saint’s gone today at the house of Lords. He said he had a meeting he couldn’t miss.
A part of me wanted him to make the decision for me, tie me up, and leave me waiting. When he didn’t, I realized just how pathetic I’ve become. My mother’s words still haunt me in her death.
He won’t love you, Ashtyn. No matter what I do or what I give him, this is just temporary. He’ll get tired of me and eventually toss me to the side. Carnage will swallow me up. I know that he told me he loved me, but he also told me he’d never hurt me. The brand on my skin proves differently. I understand why he did it, but it doesn’t change how it got there.
Plus, all Lords are expected to reproduce, even the Spade brothers. I’m no longer alive, just existing. I can’t give him the family he must have since the Lords assume I’m dead.
It’s something I must come to accept.
Exiting the cafeteria, I get into the elevator. I ride it up in silence, watching the floors pass until it comes to a stop and opens. I step off and stop when I hear “M.I.N.E.” by Five Finger Death Punch filling the hallway.
Slowly stepping over to a cracked door, I stop when curiosity gets the best of me. Haidyn and Kashton usually stay at the house of Lords, so it’s just me and Saint here. I push it open and see a man working out in a room resembling a small gym. He wears black basketball shorts and a white muscle T-shirt with the sleeves missing and half the sides cut out. He’s doing pull-ups on a bar with his knees bent and ankles crossed.
I lean against the doorframe, watching with wandering eyes. It’s Haidyn. His dark hair is wet from sweat and the T-shirt sticks to his back as well. His arms bulge as he grunts over the music, pulling himself up over and over at a quick pace.
He does it several more times, then straightens his legs before dropping to his feet. He reaches up and grips the back of the T-shirt, rips it over the top of his head, and uses it to wipe his face off before throwing it to the side.
He turns, and his blue eyes meet mine, paralyzing me where I stand. But it’s not because he caught me staring. It’s because, without his T-shirt, I got a view of his back. He stalks over to me, and my wide eyes lift to meet his when he stands in front of me.
“What are you doing, Ash?” he demands.
I’m shaking and breathing heavily, my heart hammering in my chest. He reaches out, grips my arm, and yanks me into the room. Slamming the door shut, he shoves my back into it. I don’t even fight him when he grips my neck with his large hand and forces my head back against the door as he lowers his face to mine. “Ashtyn?” he barks over the song.
“It…it was you.” I manage to say even though I’m having trouble breathing.
His eyes harden on mine, and he tightens his hand, growling, “Baby girl…”
“They punished you…because of me.” I’m not sure if he understands what I’m trying to say because even I couldn’t understand my mumbled words since he’s cut off my air. Tears sting my eyes, and his face blurs.
Letting go of my throat, he steps away, and I blink, letting the tears fall to clear my vision while coughing. He gives me his back, and I step forward. “I don’t understand,” I say, roughly licking my lips. “You texted Saint.” He walks away, and I see the fine lines of the whip all over his muscular skin. It’s healing and faded, but they’re still visible.
Haidyn was the man I saw hanging in the room in the basement when Saint’s father made me see my mom’s therapist. “You…” My lips tremble. “You were still hanging.” I take another step toward him when he picks his cell up and turns off the music. I can hear my heavy breathing fill the room now. “How did you text Saint…?”
He says nothing. He picks up a barbell and sits down on a bench. He places his elbow on his knee and starts working out again. “Haidyn-“
“Leave, Ash. I’m busy.” He interrupts me flatly.
I sniff and wipe the tears from my face with trembling hands. “Why did they hurt you?” He continues to ignore me. “Because of me?” I point at myself. Swallowing, I try to think back… “She said actions have consequences. What did you do that they would punish you for?” The moment I ask, my chest tightens. “The branding…” A lump forms in my throat. “You sedated me.” He gets to his feet and drops the barbell, letting out an aggravated sigh. “Haidyn, I’m so sorry,” I cry.
He storms back over, and he reaches out to me, both hands cupping my face. He forces my eyes to meet his. “Don’t fucking apologize to me, baby girl. I did what I did because I wanted to.” Letting go of my face, he runs his hand gently through my hair.
“But why would you do that?” My watery eyes search his, and he gives me a soft smile.