Filed to story: The LORDS Series Free PDF by Shantel Tessier
Making my way back into my room, I pick up the plates and set them down on the round glass table that sits by the double doors that lead out to the balcony and eat my food. Jessie wasn’t wrong about the fact that I need to eat. I won’t give the Spade brothers the satisfaction of starving myself.
SAINT
I push open the door to her room to find her lying in the center of the bed. The covers are pulled up to her neck, and she’s hiding herself. The double doors to her balcony are open, and the smell of rain fills the large space as thunder rumbles the walls. Lightning flashes, and my eyes catch the sight of the cart that holds the empty plates. I smile. She ate her food. Good girl. I made sure the kitchen fixed her something she couldn’t turn down.
Walking over to the bed, I pull the covers and shove them down to the backs of her knees, exposing her body to me. She’s naked. Not surprised. She hated wearing clothes to bed, and I never wanted anything between us when she slept beside me. My girl always let me have a piece whenever I wanted it. At any time of the night.
I climb in next to her, lean up against the headboard and reach out, my fingers gently running up and down the curve of her spine. Over the vows that she let me tattoo on her. I have them on me as well. She just doesn’t know it. I got them after she left me.
I meant what I said. She needed to take it easy. Needed a day to recover from the drugs she willingly took and what I gave her. I had Jessie slip her some medication hours ago when he brought her dinner. Something to take the edge off. As much as I want my sweetheart to suffer, I want her to think at least one person here cares for her, even if it’s a lie.
A false sense of hope is exactly what she needs.
Everyone at Carnage is either a prisoner or works for us. We make the rules, and they follow.
She stirs, a soft snore coming from her parted lips as she rolls onto her back. My eyes fall to her brand. I’ve dreamed of her with it for four years now. Wondering how she explained it to other men who wanted to fuck her. I realized at Glass that she covered it up with makeup the best she could when I removed her underwear. I should have placed it on her neck. Made sure it was noticeable no matter what she wore.
Reaching out, I gently rub her hip bones with my fingertips before sliding them between her legs. I can’t help myself. Never have been able to with her. She was always my weakness. She’s like fucking crack. One hit is never enough.
I slide my fingers along her lips and watch her face to see if she notices. She doesn’t move.
My free hand unzips my jeans, and I lift my hips to pull out my hard dick. I stroke it, debating if I want to fuck her right now.
I’ll never forget the first time she asked for me to fuck her while she sleeps.
Senior year at Barrington University
I’m at Barrington when my cell rings. “Hello, sweetheart,” I answer, walking toward my car.
“I want to try something new,” she rushes out as if nervous.
I smile, loving that she still worries about such little things. She knows I never tell her no. “Whatever it is, I’m down.”
A giggle fills my ear as I pop my trunk to toss my bag inside. “As you know, my mother is away for the weekend.”
“I’m aware.” I have plans to tie her to her bed and fuck her senseless for the next two days, starting tonight. I removed the cameras her father put in her house. And although I don’t mind her staying with me at the house of Lords, sometimes I prefer the privacy of just the two of us.
“Well…” She takes a deep breath. “I found a bottle of her sleeping pills.”
I open my car door and fall into it. Her mother takes pills for everything, so no surprise there. “What about them?”
“I was thinking…” She pauses, and I give her the second she needs to tell me what she wants. “What if I take some and you meet me at my house?”
I know exactly what she’s talking about, but I want her to tell me. “How am I going to fuck you, sweetheart, if you plan on sleeping?”
“Well, that’s the point.”
I sit back into my seat and look down at my hard cock inside my jeans. “You want me to fuck you in your sleep?”
“Yeah,” she answers softly.
“What exactly do you want me to do to you?” I pull on my jeans, lifting my ass up off the seat, trying to get comfortable.
“Whatever you want.” Her voice is no longer unsure, and her breathing has picked up. Her nervousness is replaced with excitement.
“So if I tie your unconscious body to your bed, fuck your cunt and ass, you won’t mind?” I inquire.
“No.”
“And what if you wake up still tied up?”
“Even better.” She all but moans.
I finally start my car and order, “Head home and go ahead and take them when you get there.” I have to go to the house of Lords for a meeting and grab a few things before I can head that way. It’ll give her plenty of time to get ready for my arrival.
“Okay-“
“Ashtyn, don’t take more than you’re supposed to.” I want this to be something we both enjoy, not something we regret. She’s smaller than her mother and also doesn’t take them on a regular basis, meaning she doesn’t have a tolerance for them and needs to take less than what is suggested for her size.
“Of course.”
As my finger pushes inside her, she lifts her hips and moans.
Fuck, I’ve missed that sound so much. It was so hard to keep my identity a secret when I fucked her in the Fountain room. I wanted to rip off my mask and have her eyes on mine as she came. My sweetheart has no control over her body. Never has. She loves to be used and left with my cum dripping out of her.
Removing my finger, I get up and shove what’s left of the covers off the end of the bed. Then I crawl onto it, spreading her legs in the process. Her head is tilted to the right, and her dark hair fans the white pillow, but she doesn’t stir. She’s been through a lot the past few days. It’s just the beginning.
Settling between her spread thighs, I lean over her upper body, reach between the bed, and pull the leather straps up. I proceed to fasten one around each wrist, securing them above her head.
She’s out, but I know my girl likes being dominated. Sitting back, I reach out and rub her breasts and squeeze them. Then slap the outer side of both.
That gets a response. Her heavy eyes open, her long and dark lashes fluttering as she looks around aimlessly trying to make sense of her surroundings.
I slap them again, and a whimper comes from her parted lips. “There she is.”
Her chest rises with a deep intake of breath, her arms gently pulling on the restraints. “Wh-hat?” she stutters, arching her neck to see why she’s lost the function of her arms. The sound of her yanking harder on them makes me smile.
I run my hand over her smooth cunt, and her breath hitches as her heavy eyes find mine. She’s drugged but not entirely out of it. Two of my fingers slip inside her, and she arches her back, groaning.
Removing them, I grab the head of my pierced dick and push into her, loving the way her cunt clenches. Her legs push against me, and I grab the back of her knees, shove them up and out, opening her up wide, and her voice rings out over the thunder as I slam into her. Burying my cock inside her pussy. She’s not wet, but she’s also not dry. I love it when she’s dripping for me, but I also like it when I have to work at it.
Everything with Ashtyn has always been complicated. I love her. I hate her. It’s always been black or white. Never any gray areas.
“Fuck, sweetheart.” I moan, my eyes dropping to watch my cock go in and out as she continues her useless fight with the leather restraints around her wrists. I should tell her to save her strength, but I won’t. She’ll figure it out.
“Saint,” she gasps, her body arching, her legs shaking in my arms. “Oh…God.”
I pull out and slam forward, the headboard banging against the wall, forcing a cry from her lips. Her cunt clenches down on me, and I slowly watch my wet dick slide out. She slumps into the mattress, trying to catch her breath.
I release her legs, grip her hips, and turn her over onto her stomach. She tries to fight me, but I easily shove her legs open, forcing her ass up in the air, arching her back in a high position.
Grabbing my wet cock, I slide back into her. My free hand reaches out, grips her dark hair, and yanks her head up off the bed. She cries out while lightning flashes from behind me, illuminating the room.
My knees hold hers open, and I lean over her back, my elbows digging into the bed on either side of her head. I gently pull her hair from her face and twist it before lying it to the side. “I want to see your face, beautiful,” I inform her before my left hand clamps over her mouth.
She goes wild, bucking her hips and rocking her body. It just forces her cunt to fuck my dick, and it makes me chuckle. Her arms are crossed at the wrists due to her new position. “I’m sorry, sweetheart.” Lie. “You were just lying here…naked and begging to be fucked.” I’ve been fucking dying for her all day. I tried to be patient but told myself that I don’t have to be. She’s here, so I might as well get what’s mine.