Filed to story: The LORDS Series Free PDF by Shantel Tessier
I lean down, my lips next to her ear. “Spread your legs and place your hands on the wall in front of you.”
She sucks in a shaky breath but does as she’s told.
I smile. My wife is already being a greedy slut. Fuck, I couldn’t have planned this better. Gripping her chin, I lift her neck so she has to arch her back while my other hand comes around her body, lowering the sprayer to her pussy.
She cries out, trying to get away from me, her hands gripping my forearm, but I tighten my hold, keeping her in place. “Hands on the wall, Lake,” I command.
After a long second, she reaches out and flattens her hands on the white tile.
“Good girl,” I tell her, and she sucks in a deep breath. “There are so many ways I can get you off, little darling,” I inform her.
I know she’s hurting, but I’m not going to show her any mercy. I’ll work through her soreness. She fights my hold, but I don’t let up. I keep the showerhead on her pussy. I can’t see what I’m actually doing from this angle, but the way her breath hitches, I’d say I’m close enough.
She begins to moan, and I lower my lips to her neck and suck the blood and water off her skin while her hips start to rock back and forth. “That’s it, Lake,” I whisper, pulling away just enough to speak before biting down on it.
Letting go of her chin, I lower my hand between her legs and spread her pussy wide open. The new position allows me to feel where the water is hitting. I do a little adjustment, and she begins to pant once again. Her back pushes against my front, trying to step back, but my body is enough to keep her in place. “Come again for me. Show me how much you like getting off.”
Her voice rings out in the shower as she does exactly that. I let go of her and she turns around just in time to fall down onto the bench.
“That’s two,” I say.
She lifts her eyes to meet mine, and they’re shooting daggers at me. What makeup is left runs down her face. Pulling her lips back, she lets out an audible growl.
I bite back a smile. This’ll be easier than I ever thought.
* * *
She’s sitting on the end of the bed with a white towel wrapped around herself. Her fingers have a death grip on it. As if the material will keep me from having my way with her. It won’t.
“Get dressed,” I order, going over to the closet and grabbing her bag.
Luke already had a bag packed and delivered earlier this morning. I could have just taken her home, but I wanted her father to have a physical reminder that I fucked her after our wedding. The white comforter, sheets, and pillowcases are covered in her blood along with the headboard. I made sure to smear that shit everywhere.
It looks like a crime scene. They’ll either have to burn the bed or replace it.
“Where are we going?” she asks softly, opening the bag.
“Home,” I say, and she flinches.
“But the hotel room-“
“Was to prove a point,” I interrupt her. “I proved it. We’re done here.” I never planned on staying here all night. I’ve got a business to run.
She grabs a pair of underwear, shorts, and a T-shirt. Standing, she walks back to the bathroom but comes to an abrupt stop. Her eyes meet mine and widen.
“What is it?” I ask.
“Nothing.” She drops her head and hurries to the bathroom, but I jump in front of her. She whimpers, taking a step back.
“What. Is. It?” I demand, gripping her chin and forcing her to look up at me.
She licks her lips nervously. “I, uh …” Her hand goes between her legs, and I let go of her chin to grab her wrist.
“You’re not allowed to get yourself off.” If she wants to know pleasure, she will have to beg me for it. “Drop the towel.”
Placing her arms out wide, it falls to her feet. I reach down and run my fingers over her pussy, feeling the wetness not only there but also coating her inner thighs. Lifting them up in front of her, she pulls her face back. “This is my cum, Lake. It will leak from your cunt when I come inside you.”
Her cheeks flush. I love how innocent she is. I’m going to teach her so many things. It’ll be fun turning her into my whore. Sex will always be on her mind. Her first time might not have been that enjoyable, but it’ll get better. Sex is like a drug. A high. She’ll beg for it.
“Of course, there will be times that I force you to swallow it,” I inform her.
Her lips part, her large, round eyes meeting mine.
“I’ll also choose to come all over your face, tits, and inside of your ass.”
“Tyson.” My name shakes on her lips.
“I’m going to use your body as it was intended, Lake,” I say truthfully.
Her lips thin. “Like you used my sister?” she demands.
I should be mad that she brought up Whitney so soon, but I’m not. I expected this from her. She blames me like the rest of her family. And I can’t even be mad about that. I blame myself too.
Gripping her hair, I spin her around and shove her body over the side of the bed, spreading her legs with mine while pinning the side of her face, chest, and stomach to the blood-covered duvet.
I lean over her back and whisper into her ear, “If I remember correctly, you liked the way I used her.”
“Fuck you!” she spits out, and I chuckle, a memory surfacing.
“Ty-son.” Whitney breathes my name while lying on her back. Her head hangs off the edge of her bed.
“Open up, Whit.” I groan, feeling like I’m about to explode already. It’s been six weeks since our vow ceremony at the Cathedral, and I can’t get enough of her. I wouldn’t say it’s her, but just the act of coming and not having to do it myself.
She parts her painted lips and sticks her tongue out. I slide my cock into it, my hand going to her throat to feel my dick push to the back of it. Fuck, it’s amazing. Her mouth is hot and warm.
She tries to lift her hips but her legs are tied to the bed spread eagle, so she doesn’t get far off the mattress.
I pull out and spit flies from her mouth, covering her face, and I slap the side of it, making her moan, before shoving back into her mouth. “Fucckkkk.” I throw my head back while she swallows me whole. “I’m going to come if you don’t stop doing that,” I warn her. The woman knows how to suck dick. Guys talk and I’ve heard rumors at Barrington how good she is in bed. Chosens don’t have to abstain from sex at any time, so I didn’t expect her to be innocent. I knew she’d be a good fuck, and she did not disappoint.
I open my eyes, and they land on a set of blue ones that stare at me in the mirror hanging on the wall in front of me. Laikyn, Whitney’s younger sister, stands at her sister’s cracked bedroom door watching us.
She doesn’t pull away and run. No, instead her eyes fall to her sister’s face that I’m fucking.
I pull out and Whitney gasps, body jerking in the restraints. I slap her face again, and she whimpers while her sister watches like she’s in a daze. It makes my cock jerk. Not because I want both of them but because I like having the audience. As a Lord, we are taught to put on a show.
“Open your fucking mouth,” I order, shoving my cock back into it. I don’t give her the chance to breathe this time. Instead, I reach down underneath her neck and hold the back of her head, tilting it more at an angle while I lean over the edge of the bed and fuck her mouth until I’m pulling out and coming all over her face.
“Did that make you wet, little darling?” I ask my wife. “When you watched me fuck your sister’s mouth?”
She fights me harder at the mention of Whitney. If she’s going to bring her up, then so will I. No matter how inappropriate it once was. She’s why we’re where we are right now anyway.
“You’re disgusting,” she yells at me over her shoulder.
Leaning over her back, I lift my hips enough to reach between our bodies and grab my hard dick. I spread her sore pussy with it, making her cry out. “You’ll learn to beg, cry, and come for me just like she did.”
Her fingers grip the bed and I grab them, yanking them behind her back and holding her forearms parallel with one hand while the other grips her hair, pinning the side of her face to the bed.