Filed to story: The LORDS Series Free PDF by Shantel Tessier
Four Years Ago
I enter my bedroom to find Ashtyn still in my bed lying on her stomach. The fresh tattoo down her spine gets my attention.
I vow. You vow. We vow.
The three numbers I branded on her body weren’t enough for me. That’s a reminder she belongs to Carnage. I wanted something on her that was mine and something that she actually wanted. We settled on the vows we took last week.
“Good evening, sweetheart.” Reaching up, I grip the back of my shirt and rip it off my head.
“Sa-int.” She moans, her ass shakes back and forth trying to lift her hips off the bed. “Please…” She trails off.
“How many times have you come since I left you with that vibrator in your cunt?” I ask.
Before I left to go have a meeting with our fathers, I stripped the duvet and top sheet off the bed and tied her face down and spread eagled. I put a vibrator in her pussy and a butt plug in her ass.
“I haven’t.” She rubs her face into the fitted sheet while her body fights the ropes that keep her in place.
I smile. That’s because I’ve been controlling it from my phone while I was gone. I kept it on the lowest setting to drive her nuts. I wanted her soaking and begging by the time I returned. I’ve only been gone for an hour.
Walking over to my nightstand, I pull out what I want and finish getting undressed. Then I crawl onto the bed between her tied legs. I pull the butt plug out, and she whimpers as I toss it to the floor. Taking my hard cock in my hand, I pour the lube all over my length.
Her voice rings out as my cock pushes its way into her tight ass. It’s much bigger in size than the plug I had put into her, but my girl doesn’t mind. She enjoys the pain.
“Saint.” She pants, her arms yanking on the ropes while she buries her face into the bed.
I grab her hair and yank her head back. The sound of her scream makes my cock twitch inside her ass. My free hand picks up my cell next to me and turns up the vibrator, and the scream turns to moans and whimpers. With my knees, I spread her legs as wide as the ropes will allow, readjusting myself, then start to fuck her ass while she gets off.
“Such a good whore.” I praise her, leaning over her and wrapping my hand around her face from behind.
She may not have a choice at how her life turned out, but she chose me. And I’m going to spend the rest of my life reminding her that no other man could ever come close to what she needs. Even if that means I have to keep her tied to my bed twenty-four seven.
My hand rests on the marble wall as I stand in the shower. My eyes close as the water hits my face, remembering that day with Ashtyn.
Four years she’s been gone. And I still hate her as much as I did the day I was forced to choose-chase a ghost or give my life over to Carnage to save my brothers.
When she shot me, I was in denial. When I snapped out of that, I went feral. Filled with nothing but hatred and revenge. I’ve spent all that time trying to find her with no luck. No trace whatsoever.
Someone helped her.
Ashtyn is smart, but able to escape Carnage without help smart? No. I refuse to give her that much credit. Or maybe I just refuse to look that stupid.
Shutting off the shower, I get out and dry off. Looking at myself in the mirror, I wonder if she’d even recognize me if she saw me today. Four years is a long time.
Wrapping the towel around my hips, I tuck it into itself as my cell beeps, I have an incoming message from Kashton.
She’s ready.
I walk into my closet and get dressed before exiting my bedroom. We’ve been running Carnage for three and a half years now. And things are different than what they once were. Our fathers thought they taught us how to torture unlucky souls. They had nothing on Ashtyn. Her leaving us changed us all, and I can’t say it was for the better.
Exiting the elevator, I walk down the quiet hallway and shove open the door. Wide eyes meet mine, and she starts thrashing in the straitjacket Haidyn and Kashton placed her in. She mumbles nonsense through the gag in her mouth as spit flies out from around the black rubber ball. The stretcher she’s secured to rattles as she tries to loosen the straps that tie her down to it.
“Where’s Haidyn?” I ask Kashton who is over by the counter getting everything ready for our newest addition to Carnage.
“He got a phone call. Said he had to take it,” he answers.
I turn and look over at the two-way mirror. Every time I’m in here, I think someone is watching me.
The woman thrashes around, continuing to scream as loud as she can through the gag.
“Adrenaline?” Kashton asks.
“Nah,” I say, walking over to her. I place my hands on the stretcher and look down at her. Tears and snot cover the familiar face I haven’t seen in a long time. “How’s it feel?” I ask, yanking on the jacket. “Itches, huh?”
She closes her eyes as a sob racks her petite body. My eyes drop to her shaking legs and watch her pull on the straps that hold them open. The sound of the stretcher rattling echoes in the concrete room.
“I think a good twenty-four hours should be a good starting point. Kash?” I look up at him.
He nods. “At least.”
A lot has happened in the past four years. Any time the Lords have a chance to fuck up someone’s life, they take it. One of our good friends Tyson was one of those Lords. And a few weeks ago, his misfortune was our gain.
We sit in the cathedral in the middle of nowhere. The one where the Lords come to perform their rituals. A friend needed our help tonight, and we were more than willing to do so. A woman lies hogtied on the Lord’s altar in front of us, and she said the one word I never expected to hear.
“Ashtyn,” she calls out.
I’m instantly on my feet, not even thinking about it. I haven’t heard anyone say that name in so long that there are times I think she’s dead. Buried in the graveyard behind the cathedral. Long forgotten.
Tyson steps back, and I yank the knife from his hand. Shoving her onto her back, she screams as the hog-tied position smashes her folded body underneath her. I wrap my hand around her throat and squeeze, pinning her down.
I press the knife to the side of her face. “What the fuck did you just say?” I’m shaking with fucking rage. If she’s lying…
“Ashtyn…” She tries to catch her breath. “I know where she is.”
I squeeze harder, not believing her, and she thrashes around. “Bullshit,” I spit out, pushing the tip of the knife deeper into her face, breaking the skin.
She’s turning blue, her lips white. Her body softens as her struggle lessens.
A hand touches my arm, and my eyes snap to see Tyson standing next to me. “I want her dead, but just in case she knows something useful, she’s better alive for now.”
I release her neck and remove the knife, stepping back. She rolls onto her side and gasps for breath. “If you’re lying…”
“I’m not,” she cries, choking out sobs. “I promise.”
My heart hammers in my chest. For four years, I’ve wondered where the fuck Ashtyn would be. Who she’s with. If I’d ever see her again.
Now is my chance.
The woman’s sobbing brings me back from that memory. It was just a few weeks ago. We’ve let her sit, naked and chained in her cell while Tyson was able to get the answers he deserved.
Honestly, I wasn’t sure if I wanted to know where Ashtyn was just yet. I’ve waited so long for her. There were times I just hoped she’d come back on her own. That she’d miss me so badly she couldn’t stand to be without me. But now that the answers are so close…?
My mind is filled with the what-ifs. Is she even still alive? If so, how has she survived so long on her own? Is she with someone? Does she have children? Am I prepared to take her away from any one of those things?
Abso-fucking-lutely. I will drag her back here kicking and screaming, removing her from anything she has accomplished while away from me. I’m going to strip her naked and remind her who the fuck owns her.
“Here you go.” Kashton hands me the branding iron.