Filed to story: The LORDS Series Free PDF by Shantel Tessier
His free hand drops between my legs, and his fingers find their way to my already wet pussy. He shoves two inside me, and I gasp, pressing my back into his front and feeling his hard cock against my ass. “You have a choice, doll face,” he informs me. “Remove your shirt, or I drag you down to the basement and chain you to the wall.”
I groan, hating that I’m turned on at the sound of the second option. He wants me to stay.
“Make a decision,” he orders, his fingers playing with my clit.
My hips rock back and forth, wanting him to enter me, but he slaps it, and I cry out. He releases my neck, and I stumble forward to turn around and face him. I’m fucking pissed and turned on at the same time. I want him to fuck me because if his cock is in me, it’s not in someone else, right? That someone else being Ashtyn. We both seem to be in shitty moods, and it makes me wonder what happened for him to be in one.
“You have five seconds,” he informs me. “One…two…”
Reaching down I grab the hem of my shirt and rip it over my head. Then I throw the wadded-up material at his chest. He lets it fall to the floor.
“Go put your hair up and meet me back in here.”
I storm out of the gym and walk through his house naked with my head held high. I’m pissed and excited at the same time. Fuck, I hate him. I hate the way he makes me feel. Now I can add jealousy to that list. Jealous of a woman married to his best friend. Haidyn probably gets to use her whenever he wants. Well, everything except for her pussy.
That’s something I can give him though. Fuck, I’m already making excuses as to why I would be the better fuck.
Entering the bathroom, I quickly brush my teeth. If he wants my hair up, he’s going to fuck my face. He likes to kiss me after he comes down my throat. Afterward, I throw my hair up in a high pony as he instructed and stomp my way back to his gym.
He’s sitting on a bench with a bag at his feet that wasn’t in here before. “Is this good enough for you, sir?” I can’t help it. I want a fight. He needs to dominate, and I want to submit to him. He’s just going to have to force it out of me. He wants a whore? I’ll give him one.
“Come here,” he orders, ignoring my attitude. Or maybe he’s going to fuck it out of me.
One can only hope he’ll take my mind off the brunette that I just watched him fuck in the ass.
I make my way over to him, and my pussy begins to tingle as his eyes devour my body. The man has seen me naked every day since he forced me to come live with him, and he continues to look at me like it’s the first time. “Remember what I told you sarcasm will get you?”
A face fucking. “I do.” I lift my chin, and his satisfied smile makes my heart race.
He unzips the black duffel bag and pulls out several pieces of black rope in various sizes. I bite my lip to keep from moaning, my pussy soaked. Anything to take my mind off that video.
“Arms behind your back.”
I do as I’m told, and he wastes no time as he starts to take the longer piece and begins to tie my wrists together. Then I feel him start to wrap it around my arms a little higher but underneath my elbows. It pulls my arms back farther than before. It gives me even less movement, and my breathing picks up. Once secure, he moves the rope up higher and above my elbows and does the same process. It pushes my chest out, and I moan at the lack of movement. It’s so tight, and I love it.
He turns me to face him, and he takes the rope over my shoulder and down the inner side of my breast. I turn side to side for him as he instructs as the rope rubs against my skin. Securing the rope around my chest as well.
When he’s done, he grips my ponytail and yanks my head back. I’m panting, my lips parted as I stare up at him, my eyes already heavy and pussy throbbing. I fight the rope, but it’s tied too tight. I can’t fucking move my arms an inch, and it makes me moan and my nipples harden.
“There’s my girl.” His free hand comes up to run his knuckles down my throat over my racing pulse.
My girl. They’re just words. She’s his baby girl…
“Hai-dyn.” My voice is rough at the position of arch in my neck. I try to swallow, but it’s hard.
He leans down and presses his lips to mine. I open my mouth, letting him slide his tongue into mine and control the kiss like he does my body. His hand drops from my throat and falls between my legs.
Yes! I spread them wider, and his fingers play with my swollen clit. I should be embarrassed by how wet I am but I’m not. He knows how much tying me up turns me on. I’d be more embarrassed if I wasn’t soaking wet.
He pulls his lips from mine along with his hand, and my head falls forward when he lets go of my hair. He shifts me to the left before he grabs the bench that sits in the middle of a huge workout station and moves it out of the way. He grabs the bar that runs across the top of the workout bench and lowers it, locking it into a new spot.
Then he turns to face me, and both hands go to my face as he forces me to look up at him. “How do you feel?”
Like I want to punch you in the fucking face. “Fine.” I don’t want him to care how I feel. I want to be his good little whore. I want to let him do whatever the fuck he wants to me. I can keep him satisfied. I’ve given him everything I have. He wasn’t her first. Not like he was mine.
Haidyn pulls me over to the bar that he just moved, my hips resting against the cold metal.
“Spread your legs,” he commands, crouching down.
I stare at myself in the mirrored wall in front of me and watch him grab a new piece of rope from the bag. He wraps it around my ankle and ties it to the corner post before repeating the process with the other, spreading my legs wide open.
He stands behind me at his full height, and I watch him mesmerized as his hands run up and down my bare thighs. I lean over a little and shake my ass and spit falls from his lips landing on it. I used to gag, but now I moan, knowing what’s to come.
He doesn’t make me wait. His thumb pushes into my ass, and I gasp at the feel of it. “Haidyn,” I whimper, needing his dick. Fuck, why am I so desperate? So needy for him? Is it him or me?
It’s me. I’m just not sure if I’m trying to prove a point to him or myself. Maybe both.
My hips start to hurt as they grind against the metal bar, and my upper body is tired of having to hold itself up.
He removes his thumb, and I growl in disappointment. Laughing, he picks up his cell and props it up on the floor against the mirror. I see it’s recording us. My breath catches, knowing he’ll send it to me later. I like to watch what he does to me almost as much as when he fucks me. It’s so when we’re done, I’ll have something to remember him by.
A part of me hopes that the next whore who comes along finds our videos so someone can be jealous of me.
Going back to his bag, he picks up the lube, a butt plug, and two black rubber clips connected by a chain. I’m gasping and dripping wet, ready for him to fuck my ass. The thought reminds me that I haven’t had an enema since the first one and I need to get the courage to ask when he’ll give me another.
Coming to stand back behind me, he pours it all over my ass, and I feel it run down my pussy and thighs. Then he’s fingering me again. I moan, pushing back against it. “Please…” I trail off, needing more.
He slaps his name branded on my ass, and I cry out from the sting. Then he’s pressing the butt plug into me, and I rise on my tiptoes, pulling on the rope that keeps my legs open as he watches it go in.
I push back against it, unable to stop myself. Just like the first time he fucked my ass in my basement. When I let him take what he wanted.
“That’s it, Charlotte.” He slowly fucks my ass with the butt plug. “Good girl.” His free hand drops to rub my thigh. “Feel good?”
I nod, sniffling, and he slaps my outer thigh for not using my words. “Yes. It feels good,” I add. “But your dick would feel better.” I know what he likes, and I want to give it to him.
He laughs, pushing it in. My body trembles as he steps back, shoving his sweatpants down his hips, and his hard cock springs free. I did that. Not some video of him fucking someone else. Not another bitch moaning his name. Me. His doll face.
“Look at you needing to have your ass fucked. Next time I decide to fuck it, you’ll crawl for it,” he promises.
“Yes.” Anything. I agree. At least it means this won’t be our last time.
He’s not going to let me leave.
Coming to stand before me naked, he begins to play with my breast, and I lean into him. My lips part, wanting another kiss.
He leans down and my eyes close, but I yank on the ropes in frustration when he only kisses my forehead.
“So impatient.” He smiles, playing with my left breast while his right hand holds the chain and two black clips. His fingers pinch my nipple, pulling me forward, and I gasp at the pain. “You have such beautiful breasts, doll face. They’re fucking perfect.”
Letting go, he opens up one of the black clips and grips my breast in his hand, pinching the clip down on my nipple.
I cry out, pulling back as the bite sends a shock straight to my pussy. “Haidyn…” I yank on the ropes, my eyes instantly tearing up. It takes my breath away, and I bounce on my toes, waiting for the sting to lessen.
“You’re doing great, doll face.” He encourages me and then grabs my other breast. He places that clip on as well and my body trembles as wetness leaks from my pussy. “So beautiful.” Stepping into me, he grips my face and lowers his lips to mine.
I kiss him desperately, needing him inside me. Fuck, I’ve never wanted to be fucked more than I have right now. He pulls away, and I suck in a ragged breath as he orders, “Open wide.”