Filed to story: The LORDS Series Free PDF by Shantel Tessier
I’ve had a male gynecologist for years, but to have Haidyn in here with me is humiliating.
Gavin’s free hand presses down on my stomach as he feels around before he removes his hand from between my legs, and I sink into the table, letting out a long breath. He takes his gloves off and throws them away. I go to move my legs, but Haidyn’s voice stops me.
“Stay,” he commands. It’s the first word he’s spoken since he entered with Gavin, and it sends a chill up my spine.
I take a shaky breath and lick my lips. Gavin walks over to me with a clipboard. He looks over and speaks to Haidyn. “Looks good. I’ll go get everything ready and be right back. Should have you out of here within a couple of hours.” He exits, closing the door, and I try to take a calming breath, but it doesn’t work.
“Haidyn…?” I can only whisper his name and glance up at him.
He’s already staring down at me. He gently runs his knuckles down the side of my wet cheek. “Yeah, doll face?”
“What’s going to take a couple of hours?” I’m sucking in air but feeling lightheaded. The idea of passing out sounds good.
He doesn’t answer. Instead, he says, “Place your arms above your head, Annabelle.”
The way he calls me by my real name tells me he’s serious. My stomach sinks at the order, and I lift my arms, which seem to have gained twenty pounds each, but I manage to lay them above my head, bent at the elbows.
Haidyn steps away from the side, and he grabs my wrist, placing it where he wants it, stretching it above my head. The sound of medical restraints hits my ears before I realize he’s secured it to the table. Then he repeats the process with the other.
I try to pull on them, but they’re tied down above my head. “Haidyn…please…” My voice trembles, and my legs shake.
He comes back into my view when he stands next to me once again. His hand cups my face as my eyes find his. They don’t look amused or intrigued, just empty. I’ve never seen such pretty blue eyes look so dead. It’s scary. There’s no telling what kind of initiations this man went through to become who he is today. But I have a feeling he’s going to put me through the same humiliation. “I’m not going to hurt you here.”
The fact that he said here just confirms what I already knew-pain is in my future. But of course, it is. That’s how the Lords are taught to treat women. Pain and pleasure go hand in hand in our life.
They’re bred to give it, and we’re conditioned to like it.
I open my mouth to ask again what he’s going to do, but he moves to the stirrups. They’re the kind that cover your entire leg, not just for your feet, bending at the knees. He buckles another belt around my upper thigh, then my ankle. He goes and does the other two on the opposite leg.
I’m strapped down to the table from my wrists to my legs secured to the stirrups. I lift my hips the little it allows because that’s all I can move. I wish I was face down so I could at least bury it in the table so he can’t see me cry. When I pull on my legs, my thighs tighten at the lack of movement. My body heat is rising, and my breath comes in short pants.
We’re made to be whores, and I hate that no matter how much I lack in experience in that department, my body still wants to explore it.
The door opens, and I can’t see who it is from my position, but I know it’s Gavin. The sound of squeaking wheels makes me flinch. He’s got a cart of some kind.
“Here you go, Haidyn. Take all the time you need. Once done, I’ll return to draw some blood, get a urine sample, and administer the birth control.” With that, he exits, leaving me strapped to the table with a man who can do anything to me in this position. Seriously, the options are endless, and my mind runs wild.
TWENTY-THREE
HAIDYN
Iwatch her body tremble while strapped to the table. She’s wide open and ready for me to do whatever the fuck I want to her. Gavin is always more than willing to help out a fellow Lord, so when I told him of my plan, he didn’t bat an eye. The guy has seen some shit in his day. I’m sure he didn’t agree with all of it, but as a Lord, he serves and never asks questions.
I’m not a doctor by any means, but I needed her to be checked. I need tests run to make sure that the information I was sent is true. You can’t trust anything in our world. It’s all smoke and mirrors. She’s been pretending to be who she is. How do I know the information I found out isn’t a lie as well? Depending on who she’s working for, the shit that’s online could be just as fake as the shit she tells me. Thankfully, I can check.
I place a pair of gloves on, then pop the lid on the lube and cover the balloon plug. “Relax, Charlotte.” She releases a shaky breath. Smearing it on my fingers, I run them over her puckered ass, and she flinches. “You’re okay,” I tell her, pushing the tip of one into her, not wasting any time. I brought her for a reason, and I’m in no mood to prolong it.
The sound of her sniffling follows while her body fights the restraints. Pulling it out, I repeat the process, pushing it in a little farther. “You’re doing good, doll face.”
Her legs tighten as they pull against the leather straps that hold them wide open for me. I apply more pressure and enter a second one, making her whimper as her ass tightens down on me.
Then I remove them and grab the tube. I lube it up once more and push my finger back into her ass first before I pull out and begin to replace it with the deflated balloon. “Deep breath, doll face.”
She sucks in a shaky breath, and I begin to slowly glide it into her. “That’s it. Doing great.”
“Hai-dyn.” Her soft voice cracks. The table rattles from her useless fight.
“Shh, you’re doing so good for me, Charlotte.” I push it farther into her ass. “So good. Almost there.”
“Oooooww,” she cries, her ass trying to lift off the table.
Watching it slide into her ass, I tell her, “It’s in.” Then I inflate the balloon just enough to where she can’t push it out and turn the valve so the solution flows-slow and steady.
I remove my gloves and throw them in the trash while she struggles in the restraints, causing the gown to fall open some since her arms are above her head.
“It’ll take about an hour,” I inform her, walking over to the sink and washing my hands. “And then you’re going to hold it for thirty minutes.” I dry them off and discard the paper towels into the trash can. Usually, they require more time, but we’ll start with baby steps. I have plenty of time to test her.
She had her eyes tightly shut until I spoke, and they spring open in horror. “What…no…I can’t…”
“Yes, you can.” I run my knuckles down the side of her wet cheek. “You can do it, Charlotte.”
She shakes her head, sucking in a deep breath.
“Are you hurting?”
“No,” she whispers.
Just embarrassed. She needs to get used to this. I’m going to have her in so many situations that will have her blushing and crying. I have endless ideas.
“Please?”
Her little whine has my cock so fucking hard. Hell, I’ve been hard since the first time she walked into my life. I should have known she was a trap-something so beautiful can only be used as a weapon. I’ve survived my initiations and being tortured, and that’s stuff I signed up for. I’m not going to let pussy be the one thing that does me in.
“What are you begging for?” I ask her.
Her hands fist as she pulls on the belts that secure her small wrists to the top of the table. “I…uh,” she moans, her hips twisting from side to side. A soft sob comes from her plump lips, and I reach out, running my knuckles over her flushed cheeks to wipe away the tears from her face.
Her heavy eyes open and meet mine. Dropping my hand, I run them down over her heaving chest, and to test the waters, I gently caress her hardened nipple. Her boobs are perfect just like I imagined every time she sat in the room at Carnage pretending to be someone else. They’re bigger than they looked in her blouses that she would wear. Makes me wonder if she was hiding them on purpose. Her pussy is shaved, and she’s got a pink diamond belly ring in.
My eyes go back to her face, and she moans, her hips pulling against the belt. “Is this turning you on, doll face?”
She closes her eyes tightly and turns her face into the side of her arm, trying to hide from me.
Wrapping my hand around her fragile neck, I pin it to the table. “Look at me,” I command.
She straightens her head, swallowing against my palm as her wet lashes flutter open. “Eyes on me, Charlotte. I want to see you.”
She blinks, fresh tears running out of the corner of her eyes. “Talk to me. Use your words,” I urge her.
She parts her lips and takes in a shaky breath. Her hips lift off the table, and she whimpers.
Letting go of her neck, I pull out another medical strap from the side of the table and fasten it low across her hips, securing them. “Don’t want you to pull it out,” I tell her even though I know it’s not possible. I move back to hover over her face. “Are you in pain?” I ask. My hand gently rubs her flat stomach, feeling her body tremble.
She shakes her head, sucking in a deep breath. “No…but, what…is it? I-” She closes her eyes again and cries out. Poor thing is already so confused.
“I’m giving you a retention enema, Charlotte. I’m pumping soapy water into you. After I think you’ve taken enough, I’m going to make you hold it. When I think you’ve held it long enough, I’ll let you relieve yourself.”