Filed to story: The LORDS Series Free PDF by Shantel Tessier
That’s my only job now. For the rest of my life. I’m on summer break from Barrington. I doubt he’ll let me return to the university in the fall. And a job…career? Men like Haidyn don’t want their wives to work. They want you devoted to them a hundred percent of the time. He doesn’t want kids so he will be the only person in my life. I’m not complaining. For once, I can see my future, and it’s just the two of us. There are no what-ifs anymore. I weighed my options when he asked me to be his Lady, and I made the choice to take him as my Lord.
“Okay, Charlotte.” He nods to himself and reaches down removing his shoes and socks. Then he undoes his belt before pushing his jeans down his legs along with his black boxer briefs so we’re both naked. Sitting down on the couch, he grabs my arms and pulls me onto him.
I straddle his legs, and my hands go to his broad shoulders.
“Do your worst, doll face.” He smirks. “But you’ll do it with my cock inside of you.”
His hand drops between our bodies, and I rise up to allow him to position his pierced dick against my pussy. He runs it back and forth, just teasing me for a few seconds, feeling how wet I already am for him.
My hips begin to rock back and forth, my want for him to fuck me growing hotter. When the head of his cock starts to push into my wet pussy, I lower my forehead to his and take in a deep breath.
He groans as I slide down onto his long and hard length. I go to rise up but his hands on my hips prevent it. “When I’m ready to fuck you, I will,” he states. “Until then, you’ll sit here on my lap with my cock inside your wet cunt. Understand?”
“Yes,” I answer and lick my lips.
“Good girl.” He sits back, his arms fanning the back cushions of the couch.
My eyes drop to his smooth and tatted chest, and I see the bullet wound. “When were you shot?” I come out and ask. “Was it recently?” The scar looks messy and new.
“Yes.” Is all he answers.
“Since you’ve met me?” I dig deeper. Haidyn isn’t the type of man to go into detail. You have to keep it simple with yes and no answers to get any information out of him.
“Yes.”
My eyes lift to meet his. “Is that why you left Carnage?”
“Yes and no.”
I don’t understand what the fuck that means but it makes me wonder if he did it himself. Maybe after the second try he was too ashamed to stay there with his brothers. But a part of me, a bigger part of me tells me it has to do with Ashtyn. And I hate that my mind immediately goes to her when I think of him getting hurt in any type of way.
“Does it hurt?” I question.
“No.”
He’s lying. I saw him rubbing it when I walked in here before he took two big glasses of alcohol. I don’t see him drink very often.
It could be because you almost handed him over to the Lords tonight.
I ignore that voice in my head and lean over, pick up the lotion and pump it twice into my other hand. Then toss it back to the side. Running my hands together, I try to warm it up before I place my hands flat on his chest and begin to massage it in.
He instantly relaxes into the couch; his head falls back and his lips part on a moan. “Goddamn.”
I make my way over to the scar where he was shot and gently rub the lotion over it. Not sure if I could hurt it or not. The feel of his cock jerking inside of my soaked pussy makes me rock my hips.
“Thought this wasn’t about sex?” He chuckles.
I ignore him and run my hands up his exposed neck, loving the way his Adam’s apple moves as he swallows. It takes a lot to make a man like Haidyn vulnerable. I want him to open up to me. I’m his wife. I should know things about him that no one else does.
The Lords have already shown me more than Haidyn will ever tell me, though. Will those stop now that I’m his wife?
My eyes follow my hands as they run over his hard and muscular body. He has a skull tattoo on his right pec. It looks like it’s melting, dripping down his chest. The left eye is where his Lords brand is-circle with three horizontal lines through it. He has the 666 brand on the other. A shattered hourglass below it. “What does this mean?” I wonder, running my nails over it. “Why is it shattered?” I clarify, looking over the pieces of sand that cover his skin. It looks so real. As if I could run my hands through it. The details are amazing.
He’s used them a lot with me when I’m being punished.
Lifting his head off the back of the cushion, his eyes meet mine when he speaks. “It’s a reminder that nothing last forever.” He removes his arms from the couch and places his tatted hands on my bare thighs that straddle his lap. “No matter how bad things are, they’ll eventually end.”
I get an instant pain in my chest as his words. He means being tortured in Carnage, right? They used one to track time when they were waterboarding him.
Reaching over, I pump lotion into my hand again and this time I start to massage his right arm and his eyes fall closed once more. “Fuck, doll face. I could get used to this.”
“I quite enjoyed it. Until you killed Enrique.” I say changing the subject. I can tell I’ve gotten about as much information as he wants to give me tonight. So I’m moving on to the next thing I want to talk about.
He smirks but doesn’t open his eyes. “Don’t worry, Charlotte. I’ll be more than happy to strap you down to a table and rub all over your body while your ass and cunt is filled with a vibrator and your mouth stuffed with a gag.”
I let go of his hand and slap the side of his arm playfully. “That’s not relaxing.”
“I would definitely enjoy it.” He chuckles.
Before he can stop me, I lift my hips and slam down on his cock, catching him off guard.
He sits straight up, his hands gripping my thighs and his fingers painfully digging into skin making me whimper. “Hai??”
“Want me to fuck you, doll face?” He arches a brow.
I try to rock my hips back and forth, but he keeps me in place. It’s what I need. Him on top of me. Showing me what a desperate whore I am for my husband.
HAIDYN
I’m hard as fuck. My wife sits on my lap naked with my cock inside her. Of course, sex is the only thing on my mind. Although, the rub down she gave me was feeling pretty amazing as well.
I’ve been thinking of fucking her since I returned home, but I didn’t think she’d be in the mood when I found her on her knees in the bathroom. She’s proving to me that it doesn’t take much to get her begging.
She tries to move her hips, but I don’t allow it. “You want it? You know what to do.”
Letting out a growl, she throws her head back, and I smile. How quickly I was able to turn her train of thought from wanting to know about me to wanting me to fuck her. It’s not that I don’t want to open up to her; there’s just not much for me to share.
I like this Charlotte-desperate for me. If she were to know the truth-what I’ve done and what I plan on doing- she’d hate me. She won’t want to rub on me. Instead, she’ll be holding a gun to my head like she’s done twice before.
“Why…” She lifts her head, and her heavy eyes meet mine. “Why haven’t you given me an enema other than that one time?”
“There it is.” I smile at my girl. “I was wondering how long you’d wait before you begged for another one.” Letting go of her with my right hand, I run my knuckles down her delicate neck. “Is that what you want, doll face? Want me to fuck that tight ass of yours?” If I were keeping track, I’d say my dick has been in her cunt and mouth more than her ass, which is new for me.
“Please,” she begs, and I don’t think I’ll ever tire of hearing it.
“Whatever my wife wants.” I’ve got everything here at my house down in the basement to give her one. “I’ll tie you down…but this time, I’ll put a vibrator in your pussy and watch you come all over yourself while you take the enema.”
“Yes.”
“Tomorrow,” I tell her.
Her shoulders slump. “But…I want you to fuck it tonight. Right now.”
I don’t care about it being messy. “It’ll be much more painful without any prep.” I usually put a butt plug in at first to get her ready to take my dick.
“Maybe I want it to hurt,” she whispers.