Filed to story: The LORDS Series Free PDF by Shantel Tessier
“So…” She swallows. “You’re saying that he killed his business partner and then allowed other Lords to torture his wife before they killed her? And the Lords still rewarded him with another wife?”
“Yes.”
She gives a rough laugh. “And let me guess, she was younger and prettier.”
I say nothing.
“Was she a virgin too?” Her laughter grows, but when her eyes meet mine, she squares her shoulders. “Unbelievable, but not surprised.” Her eyes slowly run up and down my body with disgust before she adds, “You guys get treated like fucking royalty because you have a dick. While those of us with tits should be rewarded for not stabbing you bastards while you sleep.” With that, she spins around, and pieces of her hair slaps me in the face before she storms down the stairs.
Moments later, I hear a door slam, and I’m guessing she’s in my bedroom. I could go in there, strip her naked, force her to crawl to me, and fuck her until she can’t speak. But I won’t. I’ll save that for later.
Instead, I return to my office downstairs and review the security cameras I have at her house. I go back over the past month. I see myself walking right in her front door while she’s sleeping in bed. I make my way down to her basement, where I spent several days getting it ready.
Then I fast-forward through some of it. I rewind here and there, trying to find any kind of hint about who the hell might have been following her today. But no bike other than mine even drives by her place. Plus, a code is required to access her driveway.
I should have put cameras on her SUV. I thought the tracker would be enough.
Three hours later, my head hurts, and I rub my heavy eyes. I turn off my computer and get up. Walking over to the minibar, I pour myself a glass of bourbon, needing something a little extra tonight besides a cigarette. Exiting my office, I stop when the smell of food hits my nose.
I walk down the hall to see the dining room table set for two. She’s standing in the kitchen. Her eyes meet mine before they drop to the floor. “I thought you might be hungry,” she says softly.
“Starving,” I tell her, and she smiles, her eyes meeting mine once again.
“I hope you like Italian.”
“I do.”
She picks up two plates and walks over to the table, setting them down. “I had to substitute a couple of things, but for the most part, you had what I needed.”
“Smells delicious.”
She makes her way back to the wine fridge and pops open one, pouring herself a glass to the rim. Then she carries the bottle over to the table with her. Sitting down, she brings the glass to her lips and sucks it down until it’s empty. As if she needs the liquid courage to sit through dinner with me. She will need way more than that to sleep in my bed.
When she picks up the wine bottle and goes to refill it, I pick up the glass, causing the wine to spill onto the table and floor. “What the hell?” she barks, glaring up at me.
“One glass is enough,” I tell her.
“Haidyn,” she growls, and it’s so cute.
“After dinner, you’re going to undress yourself, and I’m going to tie you to my bed.” Her eyes widen at my words. “I’m going to gag you, and I’d prefer you not to be so drunk that you choke on your vomit. But if that’s the way you want to go…” I shrug. “That’s on you.” With that, I pick up my bourbon.
She straightens out her arm, putting the wine bottle as far away from her as possible, and I don’t even try to hide my smile.
FORTY-TWO
CHARLOTTE
He’s finished with his dinner, and I pick up his plate along with mine. I didn’t even take a single bite. I thought I was hungry, but after he spoke to me about what I’m going to do, I no longer wanted pasta. I wanted him.
I’m placing the dishes in the sink when he picks up his bourbon and downs what’s left. He sets the now empty glass in the sink as well and shuts off the water. “Leave them,” he orders and then walks toward his bedroom.
I follow like a devoted puppy, knowing what’s going to happen next. Entering his room, he tells me, “Everything off the bed except for the fitted sheet, and then undress yourself.” He slips into his bathroom, and I take in a shaky breath.
I do as I’m told, putting the linens over in the far corner, then remove the two pillows and set them in front of the sliding glass doors that lead out onto the wraparound porch. I slowly toe off my shoes, then remove my socks and unzip my jeans. My breathing is so heavy that I don’t even hear him returning from the bathroom.
My eyes drop to both of his hands, and he’s got black leather belts in them. Two in each.
“Lie on the bed. Face up.” His voice is cold and detached.
Although I’m already half naked, I’m burning up. Quickly removing my shirt and bra, I do as I’m told and lie down in the bed, swallowing nervously as I stare at the dark ceiling.
He sits down next to me and lays my left arm across his thigh. Dropping three belts on the bed, he keeps the fourth one and wraps it around my wrist, buckling it tight enough I can’t slip my hand through it. Then he hooks his finger through the silver ring and moves it to where it lies against the top of my hand. He then does the same to the right.
“Arms out to your sides.”
Taking in a shaky breath, I run my arms along the cool fitted sheet and fan them both out. He stands and kneels next to the bed, and I lift my head just enough to see him pulling the rope out from under the bed and threading it through the silver ring connected to the leather cuff, securing it to the bed frame. He repeats the process with the other.
He ties them tight, pulling my shoulders, and I arch my neck, biting my lip, not wanting to moan at being at his mercy. I fucking hate him so goddamn much I want to scream, and he knows it. That’s probably why he wants to gag me.
Opening the nightstand, he removes a few things, but I can’t see what they are. He gets onto the bed, spreading my shaking legs with his knees, and then his hand is on my pussy, making me jump.
His chuckle fills the room. “Relax, doll face.”
I want to cry, but I’m not sure why. It can’t be from embarrassment; the man has seen every inch of me. Maybe it’s knowing how helpless I am and that he’s going to make me beg for the slightest touch or to get off.
He slides something under my ass, and I feel liquid being poured between my legs. His fingers are there, rubbing the spot where I want him the most.
I arch my neck and close my eyes. He slaps my pussy, making me gasp, and demands, “Eyes on me, doll face.”
His fingers slide down to my ass, and he shoves my legs to my chest, making it hard to breathe. His finger pushes its way into me, and I begin to shake. Pulling it out, he does it again, and I tense.
“Breathe, Charlotte,” he orders. “This isn’t a punishment, doll face. It’s not going to hurt.”
I let out a shaky breath.
“That’s it.” His fingers begin to move again. “In…out…in…out.” His finger pumps in and out of my ass while he talks me through my breathing.
I don’t even realize I moan until he speaks again. “That’s my girl.”
I slump when it disappears, already ready to beg for his dick, when I feel something bigger pushing its way into my ass, and I cry out at the burning sensation.
“You’re okay, Charlotte. Just relax. It’s going to feel good. You’re going to be coming all over yourself for me like a good whore.”
I suck in a deep breath and whimper as it stretches my ass. Sweat beads across my body.
There’s another painful sting before he says, “It’s in.” He gets off the bed, opens the nightstand once more, and begins to rip off a piece of white tape. I suck in one last deep breath before he places it over my lips. He then rips off a second piece and a third piece. He takes his time placing each piece over the other covering more of my face from my chin up to under my nose and my cheeks as well.
My body fights the restraints, and my pussy clenches.
His eyes search mine, and I look away as my body heats. His hands grip my neck, pinning it to the bed and holding me in place. My wide eyes meet his. “I told you, doll face. I’m going to do a lot of things to you.”
I blink rapidly. How could I forget? Letting go of my neck, he trails his fingers over the tape, and the blood rushes in my ears as I pull on my arms, wanting to touch him. I moan in frustration, and he laughs, knowing exactly what I want.
His hands make their way to my pussy, and I lift my hips, spreading my legs wide for him like the good girl he wants me to be. He shoves two deep inside me, making me buck.
“You’re so wet, Charlotte. I knew you’d be this way.”