Filed to story: The LORDS Series Free PDF by Shantel Tessier
“Put your hair up. And none of that messy, half-ass shit. I want it all out of your face,” he commands, giving me his back. He’s clearly not going to acknowledge that he fucked me last night and left me unsatisfied. It’s just another way to throw around his power. He wants me crawling on my hands and knees, begging for release. We both know that I have no shame when it comes to getting off.
Licking my lips nervously, I lean over, running my hands through my thick hair to gather it into a high pony and then tie it up tight. When I return upright to my full height, Saint now stands by his desk at the other end of the office. He nods his head once as if I asked if it was good enough.
“Strip,” he commands, and my heart leaps with excitement and fear. Why am I here? What is he going to make me do?
My eyes dart around to take in the room. A set of floor-to-ceiling windows runs the length of the wall behind his desk. The white curtains are pulled open and tied back to show off the woods that surround the city. It’s a gloomy day here in Pennsylvania. I’ve missed the trees, the rain, the cold winters. Everything in Las Vegas was always hot.
“Ashtyn,” he snaps, making me jump.
My fingers fumble to undo the sash, but I get it done. I shrug the soft material off my shoulders, and it falls to the floor at my feet. My hands go to my side, refusing to hide myself but also not knowing what to do with them. I won’t go back in time and be that innocent woman in her room who hid herself from him.
Saint moves to stand in front of a large mirror framed in black wood. He turns and opens a drawer in his desk and tosses some rope on top of the surface.
My heart races as I try to slow my breathing because the office is silent.
“Come over here.” Just the sound of his voice makes me whimper, and I hear Kashton chuckle from his desk. He hasn’t even looked up once. He’s too busy reading something on his cell, leaning back in his chair, combat boots propped up on his desk.
My feet are heavy, but I manage to get over to him without tripping. Once I stop, he grabs my upper arm and pulls me to stand in front of the mirror. He stands behind me, and I watch him in the glass. He picks up the rope, and my breathing accelerates.
He doubles the rope and then reaches over my head, bringing it around my upper chest and arms. The rough material sits on top of my breasts. He brings it behind me, and the rope pulls against my skin as he tightens it. I can’t see what he’s doing with it, but I know he’s tying it off when I feel the knot on my upper back.
“Hands behind your back and interlock your fingers,” he orders.
His commands, his words, the voice…I’ve dreamed of him every night since I escaped this place. Careful what you wish for, ladies. Sometimes the devil hears you and delivers exactly what you want, knowing it will be the last thing you ever get.
I do as I’m told, and the rope wraps around my upper arms. He pulls on it hard, forcing my chest out, and pinching my shoulder blades together.
My head drops to stare at the floor, and a moan escapes my parted lips. My breathing can now be heard throughout the room. There’s no hiding it. At this point, it’d be better if I just passed the fuck out.
Once my upper arms are secured, I feel the rope drop to my wrists, tying them as well. The remainder of the rope falls between my feet, and he walks around to stand in front of me. I look up and stare directly at his chest. He blocks my view of the mirror, but I can’t bring myself to look him in the eye due to how wet I am.
Kneeling, he picks up the rope with one hand while the other goes to my pussy. I gasp when he spreads my lips and slides the rope between them.
“Saint?” His name is spoken softly, but my heart races.
He smirks but doesn’t say anything. He yanks on the rope, and I cry out as it rubs between my legs.
My head falls forward to look down at my chest to see he’s taken the excess rope between my legs and then through the two pieces around my upper chest.
Once satisfied he’s tied it tightly, he yanks my ponytail, forcing me to look up. “Eyes on me.”
The blood rushes in my ears, and I’m panting. My hips thrust forward to rub the rope on my pussy, and he notices because he smirks.
Fuck me!
He lets the access rope hang as he reaches into his back pocket. Before I can see what he’s grabbed, he places something rough around my neck, and I hear the familiar click of a lock.
Then he picks the rope back up and ties it off to what he just put around my neck. He steps back, admiring his work.
I try to move, but the slightest wiggle pulls on the rope where it sits between my legs and my neck. I swallow nervously.
“I never forgot how beautiful you are, Ash,” he says softly, and my eyes rise to meet his. Reaching out, he cups my face. His thumb runs over my parted lips. “Today, you’re going to work on this mouth of yours.”
I whimper, knowing exactly what he means.
“Your jaw will be sore and your throat raw by the time you’re done. Do you understand me?”
“Yes,” I whisper.
He reaches into his jeans pocket and pulls out what looks like a small container of Vaseline. He places his finger in it and then rubs a generous amount onto my shaking lips.
He leaves me to go over to his desk and opens up the top drawer. I get a look at myself in the mirror, and as I suspected, he placed a collar on me. It’s black leather and has a silver ring in the center. The rope is looped through it and then tied to the piece that sits high on my chest.
Saint returns to stand in front of me, stating, “Open wide.” I do so, and he sprays something that resembles a sample size of a perfume bottle into my mouth, making me flinch. But I keep it open like the good girl I am. And he sprays it again. The taste of cinnamon overtakes my senses, and I cough a few times.
“On your knees.”
He tosses the spray onto his desk, and I fall to my knees in front of the mirror, whimpering as the new position pulls the rope even tighter, making it only harder to swallow as the collar pulls on my neck, but the tightness of the rope squeezes my clit.
“Kash.” He looks over at him. “I need your belt.”
Kashton stands up from his desk, removes his belt, and tosses it over to Saint without even looking away from his phone that sits on his desk. Saint then removes his own and leans down. He places his between my leg and the floor, he wraps it around my right thigh and shin, pulling it tightly, buckling it in place, and then does the same with my other.
I’m immobile, and that has my pulse racing. He knows how much I love this. Goddamn him. He’s going to use everything my body likes against me in the worst torturous way.
He goes over to his desk, opens the top drawer once more and pulls out a dildo. My heavy breathing grows louder, and I can feel my pulse throbbing against the inside of the collar.
Coming back to me, he kneels and suctions it to the mirror. Then he grips the back of my head and shoves it forward until my Vaseline-covered lips are just inches from it. I’m breathing so heavily that it fogs the mirror.
I stare at the clear dildo that faces me, my mouth already watering excessively. It has a small silver ring that resembles a piercing at the bottom of the shaft, right above the balls. There is a short chain that hangs from it. It softly clanks against the mirror as it swings back and forth.
“You will fuck your mouth with this. I sprayed numbing spray down your throat. You should feel it already starting to work.”
I swallow nervously and realize there’s a tingling feeling at the back of my throat. I blink, staring up into his narrowed eyes in the mirror unable to respond.
“It’ll last for a good fifteen minutes.” He goes on. “But as it begins to wear off, you will start to gag. Your throat is like anything else, Ash. It needs to be trained. Conditioned. So you’re going to sit here and suck this fake dick until you can swallow the whole thing. Do you understand?”
I can barely breathe from the rope and collar around my throat let alone speak so when a cracked “y-yes” comes out of my slick lips, he seems satisfied.
SAINT
I stand behind her, arms crossed over my chest. She stares at herself in the mirror and licks her trembling lips. Slowly, they part, and she leans forward, closing them around the head of the dildo.
It’s got lines indicating one inch, two inches, three inches, and so on to ten. Do I think she’ll be able to take the entire thing today? No. Like I told her, it takes practice, and then you have to continue to work on it to train that gag reflex. Honestly, I like the sound she makes when she gags. This is just a way to humiliate my girl. Because I know she’s into that shit. Plus, it keeps her on her knees in the office by my desk while I work. Because if I moved my desk to her room, it’d be too obvious how much I missed her. The last time she was out of my sight, she managed to disappear for years. I won’t make that same mistake again.
She pulls her head back and takes a deep breath before going back to it. Her head bobs as she takes a little bit more, and I smile. “That’s a good girl,” I praise her, and her body shakes as her eyes fall closed. “Watch yourself, Ashtyn. I want you to see how pretty you look while you suck a dick.”
Her eyes open, and they’re already filled with tears. I can’t wait to see her crying and drool running down her naked body. I tied her so she’d feel every little movement. Her pussy will be soaked by the time I allow her to stop.
I bend down, and she pulls back, the head falling from her mouth. That won’t do. I grab the back of her head. “Open wide.” And push it forward. Not enough to hurt her, just enough to take the head once more, and I reach out to grab the chain connected to the ring in the dildo. I open the clasp on the end of the chain and connect it to the ring around her collar.
Her wide eyes meet mine, and she mumbles nonsense around the tip of the dildo. “This will make sure you keep sucking, sweetheart,” I inform her, and her eyes close as her shoulders shake. “Don’t want you to stop too soon.” There’s plenty of give in the chain. It’s not like I shortened it to where she’s deep throating the dildo. That’ll come once she gets better at it. This is the beginner’s class.
Standing, I turn and walk over to my desk. She’s to the left of my back, but I don’t need to see her to know she’s being good. I can hear her sucking on the dildo.
I pick up my cell to see that Haidyn had texted me five minutes ago. Opening it up, I read.