Filed to story: The LORDS Series Free PDF by Shantel Tessier
“Figure it out!” he shouts, interrupting me. Taking a deep breath, he lowers his voice. “You will receive your initiations through this phone.”
“Initiations? I thought there was only one?”
“You’ll have as many as they send you,” he snaps. “And they will be completed, do you understand? Tyson wants you to fail. To be even more of a disgrace.” His eyes drop to my black Vans and move up my fishnet tights to my booty shorts and leotard with a look of disgust. “Our family name would have been better off if you had been the one to die.”
His words hurt me more than the slap to my face ever could because I’ve thought of them more times than I can count over the past few years. As a Lady, you are raised to serve. We were meant to bring our family pride by making the next generation of Lords and Ladies.
Only Tyson and I are aware that I’ll never reproduce. Again, I’m thankful that my husband is too ashamed to knock me up. Even if my father doesn’t want me to birth a Crawford, not having a child is a worse kind of failure in the Lords’ eyes. Because to them, I can have a daughter that could one day marry up. It’s a vicious cycle that I can’t put on an innocent child. The women are to be used and the men rule.
“I’ll be checking in frequently,” he informs me as if I thought he wouldn’t.
“Yes … Father.” I manage to get out without sounding like I’m about to cry.
“In the meantime, when I’m not around, just know Bethany will be watching.”
She’ll be his bitch. I wonder what he has on her to make her willing to be my babysitter. Or maybe she just hates me that much that she went to him and offered her services. “I understand,” I whisper.
He knocks his knuckles on the door three times and then it opens, letting him out. I take a second to collect my thoughts and get my breathing under control, unsure of what to do with the phone he gave me. I decide to run to the locker room and hide it in there for now before I make my way back to the side of the bar and grab my tray. I ignore Bethany, but I can feel her stare on me. I’m outnumbered. If I betray Tyson, there’s no telling what he’ll do to me. But if I betray my father? He’ll have me killed. I’ve seen him do it for less. No one stands in a Minson’s way. Not even blood.
I’ve got to pick a side and hope it’s the right one.
TWENTY
LAIKYN
It’s almost two in the morning and Blackout is slammed, which surprises me. I really didn’t expect it to get this busy tonight. It looks like last night. Don’t these people have to work tomorrow? Or go to class? It is a party town. Barrington University is a college for kids from all around the world. It costs families millions for their kids to go to college here. It’s full of the elite and the one percent.
I’ve already watched two guys puke in trash cans. One guy had to carry his girlfriend out over his shoulder because she was passed out drunk. I had one table full of guys offer me a line of cocaine. It was right there on the table.
Blackout is known for drugs. If you want to get fucked up, this is where you come. I honestly don’t know how Tyson keeps this place running. The cops have to give him a hard time. Maybe he pays them off, or perhaps they just don’t care because a Lord runs this place.
“Lake?” Bethany yells at me, and I hold in a sigh.
“Yeah?” I ask, approaching her at the server station on the side of the bar.
“Tyson needs to see me upstairs; can you watch my section for me?”
I shouldn’t care that she’s going to be with my husband up in his office. But the first thought that enters my mind is that he’s going to bend her over his desk and fuck her. And then there will be two of us working with Tyson’s cum running out of our pussies.
“Laikyn?” She snaps my name, making me flinch. “Yes or no?”
It’s not like I have a choice, right? If Tyson expects her to be in his office and she doesn’t go, then I’ll be in trouble for keeping her. Then I have to explain to him why I wouldn’t watch her section for her. I nod. “Sure.”
She turns, flipping her hair so it slaps me in the face, and practically runs across the floor to the elevator. My shoulders slump that I care if my husband is cheating on me already. I mean, I shouldn’t be surprised. Lords aren’t faithful. They don’t have to be. Tyson didn’t marry me because he loves me. Only stupid Ladies think their husbands will be faithful.
Our world teaches us to be nothing more than baby factories and sex dolls. And Bethany just asked me to watch her section to make it known that she will be in his office. She wants me watching the clock that Beau has behind the bar. She wants me to be aware if she spends five minutes or thirty with my husband.
“Lake, that table is looking for Bethany,” Beau calls out, lifting his chin behind me.
Picking up my tray, I turn and walk over to the table with three guys and one woman. There are only three chairs, so she’s sitting on one guy’s lap. He’s got one hand wrapped around her throat with her head back while he speaks into her ear. The other rests on her bare thigh that her mini dress shows off. It reminds me of Tyson.
He’s so hands-on that it makes my mind race with all the possibilities of him and Bethany up in his office right now. “What can I get you guys?” I call out over the remix of “Hungry Eyes” by Eric Carmen vibrating the floor under my feet.
He lets go of her, and she lowers her head to look at me. Her heavy blue eyes are unfocused. She’s probably on drugs, or already drunk. They don’t have any drinks on their table, so they have just arrived.
They each give me an order before he slides his hand between her thighs, and she pushes it away. “Can we get another chair?” she asks me over the pounding bass.
I look around quickly. Their table normally has six chairs at it, but others have taken them to accommodate their overcrowded tables. “I’ll see what I can do,” I tell her and walk back over to the bar to place their order.
Once done, I return and give them their drinks, informing her that there are no other chairs at the moment, but I’ll keep an eye out for one.
“It’s fine. You can stay on my lap,” the guy tells her, his hand slipping higher up underneath her dress. She goes to push his hand away, but he grabs her neck with his free hand, yanks her head back to where she must look up at the flashing lights, and lowers his lips to her ear, where he says something to her, making her legs fall open to give him access.
I turn, giving them my back and walking away, planning on coming back to check on them later. My husband is upstairs in his office possibly fucking another woman, so the last thing I want is a visual of what I think they’re doing.
* * *
Thirty minutes have gone by, and I hate how pissed I am that I’m still watching her section. The guy and the girl abandoned their friends at their table and are probably fucking in a hallway or the bathroom at this point. He was practically finger fucking her just minutes ago when I checked on them.
I’m standing at the bar, checking Beau’s clock once again, and I look away when I see him catching me.
My body tingles, and my skin feels hot and sweaty. I have no right to be this mad, right? He may be my husband, but he definitely doesn’t belong to me. He never has, so I’m not sure why I think he should now. He wants everyone to know that he owns me, not the other way around.
I turn to go check on the tables once again but stop when I see Bethany walking across the floor toward the server station. She’s fixing her hair up into a high pony and pulls on her leotard. She spots me and winks. “Thanks,” she says, and my hands fist the sides of the tray.
“Did you just fuck my husband?” I turn and demand. I’m not sure why I even asked. Or why I even care. But he’s fucked me like five times in the last forty-eight hours. How much sex can the guy have? I know I’m not an experienced whore, but fuck, I don’t think I’m that bad. It’s not like he allows me any control when it comes to him fucking me. And I have a feeling that Tyson always has to be in control in the bedroom.
She throws her long ponytail over her shoulder, smiling at me. Stepping in, I hold in my breath when she lowers her lips to my ear and speaks over the music. “I’m just doing what your daddy asked me to do.” Then she pulls back and gives me a fuck you smile. “I can’t help it that your husband didn’t turn me down. He loves a woman on her knees with an open mouth.” With that, she picks up her tray and goes to check on her table.
Tears sting my eyes. Why would my father want her to fuck Tyson? To prove that he doesn’t love me? I already know that. Why is he proving it? The Lords won’t care that he’s being unfaithful. I can’t divorce him. I have no fucking choice but to do what he wants when he wants it, so why make him fuck Bethany? In front of me? Why does my father want to make my life more miserable than it already is?
Slamming my tray down on the bar top, I march my ass across the floor and to the elevator. If he’s going to fuck around, I’m going to make sure he’s aware that I know it.
TYSON
I’m sitting at my desk when my wife comes barging in, shoving my door open so hard that it hits the interior wall.
“Your shift isn’t over.” I lean back in my chair, crossing my arms over my chest.
Storming over to my desk, she slaps her hands down on it, glaring at me. I can’t help the smile on my face at her little attitude. It’s cute.
“If you fuck other women, I’m going to fuck other men.”
The smile immediately drops off, and I stand. She pushes off the desk, taking a step back. Her shoulders pulled back, but I watch her swallow nervously. Making my way around the desk, I reach out, grip her fragile neck, not restricting her air just yet, and yank her to me, forcing a gasp from her plump lips.
“What the fuck did you just say to me?” I demand, my face so close to hers I can see the fear set into her eyes. Just who the hell does she think she is?
“Why did you marry me?” she asks, her voice much softer this time.
Her pulse races under my fingers. “If I have to ask you again, you’ll answer from your knees,” I growl, tightening my hand around her throat, hoping she understands that I’m referring to her shock collar. I want to know why she has an attitude all of a sudden. Even though I’m hard at the fact she’s jealous of me fucking other women. The fact she wants to fuck another man makes me want to hurt her. Fucking brand my name into her soft, flawless skin so every man who looks at her will know she belongs to me.
Her hands grip my forearms, and she tries to arch her neck to get in a breath, but I don’t allow it. Her red-painted lips open and close before she finally gives up and her hands drop to her sides. I relax my grip just a little but still hold her in place.
“If you … fuck other women … I’m going to fuck other men.” She manages to speak through gasps.
I let go of her, and she steps back, rubbing the sensitive skin and sucking in a deep breath.