I’ M GASPING FOR a breath as his cum, water, and drool runs down my chin. My body shakes uncontrollably, my knees rubbed raw from the steps. Everything hurts from tensing, and my hands have gone numb from the handcuffs.
I remain kneeling as he lets go of me and stands. I look up at him through the tears that still fall and watch him stick his semi-hard dick into his wet jeans before zipping them up. He’s big—in both length and girth. My jaw hurts from keeping it open, and my throat is sore from how rough he was.
Leaning down, he grabs my upper arm and pulls me to my feet. I’m not even sure I can walk; my legs are shaking so hard. He pulls me out of the water and over to the stairs. I drop my head to stare at my wet heels while water runs off our soaked clothes.
He releases my arm and grips my hair, yanking my head up, and I whimper. “Don’t be ashamed, Blake,” he whispers in my ear. “You’re my chosen one. Be proud. I know I am.”
Leading me down the stairs, we go left at the bottom, and I keep quiet as he takes me down a hallway and to a door.
We step outside. Looking around, I can’t see much. It’s dark outside, and there’s only a single light on the building above us to illuminate this area.
The cathedral is surrounded by woods, and I squint, trying to see out into the trees. The wind picks up, and I shiver. My soaking wet dress clings to my body, and water still runs down my legs.
“What are we …?”
He turns to me, grabs my shoulders, and spins me around, shoving my back into the building. I cry out as he crushes my restrained arms between the church and me. He steps into me and cuts it off, slapping a hand over my mouth.
Leaning his lips to my ear, he takes my lobe into his mouth and sucks on it, making a shiver run up my spine. Pulling away, he whispers roughly. “I’m going to fuck you right here, right now. That mouth is mine. That ass is mine. That cunt is mine. You’re fucking mine!”
I whimper as my pussy starts pulsing at his words. I can’t imagine how rough he’ll be on my body after what he just did to my mouth. I’m still not sure if we’ve already had sex since I passed out the first time and drugged myself the second time.
His emerald eyes are on fire. It makes my stomach turn at how much he wants from me. And at how much I want to give him. “You belong to me now, Blake. And I’m going to take what’s mine.”
He moves his hand from my mouth, and I suck in a breath. Taking a step back from me, I slump against the building. I’m not sure my legs can hold me up anymore. Gripping the hem of my dress, he yanks it up to bunch high on my waist. My breathing hitches when he digs his fingers into the top of my thong and pulls it down my trembling legs, and he has to help me step out of them.
“Please …” I beg, pushing off the church just a bit to relieve my arms. My wrists hurt so bad, and my knees start to buckle, making me shuffle in my heels. “Undo the cuffs …”
He shoves my underwear into my mouth and slaps his hand back over it, pinning my head to the building. Water fills my mouth, and I choke on it, making my body convulse against his before I can swallow it down. I blink, and he watches fresh tears fall from my eyes at the act.
He lowers his lips back to my ear while his free hand slides between our bodies and finds my pussy. “You don’t know what belonging to me means yet. But I’m about to teach you, little one.” He trails his lips down the side of my neck, and I tilt my head to the side to allow him access. “No one will hear me fuck you, and no one will ever watch me fuck you.”
I breathe heavily through my nose while swallowing more water that soaked my underwear. “But everyone will know you belong to me.” His fingers gently massage my clit, and I moan. “I will show off my trophy covered in bruises from my hands.” He spreads my pussy and slides a finger inside me, forcing me to lift on my tiptoes. “Marks from my teeth.” He bites down on my neck, and my body breaks out in goose bumps while I cry out into my gag. “You live for me now.” He licks up the side of my neck to my ear. “And I for you.” He thrusts in a second finger, and I suck in a deep breath from my nose, closing my watery eyes. “You serve and obey me. I protect and own you.”
My legs shake, my feet ache, and my arms hurt from being pinned, but my pussy is dripping wet. And it’s not because I was just in water minutes ago. I’ve never been treated like this. So dominated. My body is trembling in anticipation for what he’s going to do to it. This is what it craves. What I’ve imagined it would be like. I might have never slept with Matt, but I’ve played with myself enough—my fingers and toys—that I’m so fucking ready for him.
“Now … spread your legs and let me fuck my cunt.”
RYAT
HER SMALL BODY trembles against mine, but she does as she’s told. She spreads her feet the best she can, and I smile against her wet skin.
Mine!
She’s going to make the perfect chosen one. So eager to learn. So willing to submit. I remove my fingers from her pussy, and she lets out a whimper. “Do not spit this out,” I order, pulling my hand from her mouth.
She nods once. If I had tape, I’d add it, but I don’t. Plus, this will be a test of just how well she will take her chosen one responsibility.
Reaching down, I undo my jeans and remove my cock. It’s been hard this entire time. Her arms and wrists hurt? She should be a man. Sometimes you get so hard it’s excruciating. It can bring you to your knees if you’re not careful.
I step back into her, grip her right thigh, and lift her heel off the ground. Holding it against my hip, I look down and watch the head of my cock push its way into her sweet fucking cunt.
Mine!
I’m the first one to be there.
Her mumbled cry makes me smile as I force my way into her. She’s so fucking tight. Well, the best I can in this position. I would prefer her ass up in the air so I can really get deep, but I’ll do that when I get her back to my place.
I wasn’t joking when I told her that everyone will know she belongs to me. I have all night to have her any way I want. To mark my territory. And I can’t wait to see the look on Matt’s face when I take her back to the house of Lords. He should have taken my warning as the threat it was. I won’t make the same mistake he did. I’ll put a leash on her so fucking short, she won’t be able to breathe without my permission.
Dropping my face to her neck, I kiss her wet skin, pieces of her hair stick to my lips as I pull my hips back and shove them forward, forcing more incoherent noises from her gagged mouth.
“Fuck, Blake.” Her already tight pussy clamps down on my dick, and my breathing picks up. My free hand drops to her other thigh, and I lift it as well, using my body to press her back into the building. I start fucking her hard with fast thrusts without protection. I will never use a condom with her. No reason to. I’m clean, and I know she is too.
I haven’t had sex in over three years—since I took the oath the summer before my freshman year. This is why the tradition was started. It shows us what it’s like to taste power. Owning her is just a small fraction of what I will do once I graduate from Barrington. The Lords don’t want us spending our college years letting pussy get in our way. We have to prove that our loyalty to the Lords is more important than our dicks.
I forgot how good pussy feels. How warm, soft, and pliable as it stretches to accommodate my size. And she’s so wet, yet there’s still just enough resistance that I have to force it. It’s taking my breath away. My hand just wasn’t cutting it anymore.
My balls tighten on their own, and I grind my teeth, not wanting it to be over. But bringing her out here wasn’t the best idea. There’s always a chance someone could walk back here and see her, but the Lords are still inside going through the ritual. I wanted to be first tonight because I wasn’t going to fucking wait any longer.
Knowing I can’t hold it off, I drop her legs and pull out because I’m going to come any second.
Stepping back from her, I grab her dress and yank her forward, forcing her to her knees. Reaching into her mouth, I pull out her underwear and grip her hair at the crown with that hand, yanking her head back. “Open your mouth,” I rush out through gritted teeth.
She parts her lips and stares up at me, tears running down her makeup-smeared face.
Fucking beautiful! Just like I knew she’d be.
I grip my wet cock with my free hand just in time to stroke it once before I come all over her face with a groan. The force behind it almost knocks me to my knees. Leaning forward, I have to let go of her hair to place my hand on the building behind her to keep myself upright.
Fuck me!
It was worth it. For it to be with her. Knowing that I can do that as much as I want whenever I want. It’s an ego-stroking moment, for sure. The power of that alone is almost a high, like being inside her.
Pushing off the wall, I try to calm my breathing as I look down at my dick. There’s not any blood that I can see. But I’ve fucked enough women before college to know that not all of them bleed. I figured the odds of her doing so were small. When I dropped her off at her apartment after the party, I went through her drawers and found all the toys that I’m guessing she uses on herself. Anything like that could have stretched her hymen over the years. Plus, she didn’t bleed when I finger-fucked her. Shoving my dick into my jeans, I zip them up.
Crouching down to her level, I reach out and run my finger through the cum that’s smeared across her cheek. “Tongue out,” I order.
She swallows before parting her lips and doing so. “Good girl,” I praise her, and she whimpers, her body shaking. Running my finger across her tongue, I clean it off. Then I run three fingers along her chin, picking up more, and stick them into her mouth, pressing them to the back of her throat and forcing her head back. She gags, eyes blinking with fresh tears, but she doesn’t try to pull her head away. “Close.”
Her lips close around my fingers the best she can, and her tongue wraps around them, making me groan when she sucks, wanting it to be my cock inside of her mouth again. When done right, a mouth can feel better than a pussy. Slowly, I pull them out, letting her lick them clean once again.
Satisfied with her obedience, especially with her lack of experience, I stand and reach into my back pocket, pulling out the handcuff key.
She drops her head and lets out a soft sob knowing she’s being freed from the unforgiving metal binding her wrists. I walk behind her and grip her upper arm, pulling her to stand. She cries out and stumbles forward in her heels, but I hold her. I inspect her wrists and hands before I undo them. There’s a little bit of blood running down her hands from them cutting into her skin, and they’re blue from lack of circulation.
This is her doing.
I had asked her if they were too tight in front of the Lords. It was for show. When she said yes, I couldn’t show any weakness, so I tightened them. But in all honesty, it was setting her up to fail. If she had said no, I would have tightened them too.
The ritual is crystal clear on how we treat our chosen during the vow ceremony. Whatever I do with her behind closed doors is a different story. But I won’t go soft on her. That’s not who I am.
I was trained by a fellow Lord, and Ty taught me what was expected. We are training these women for a higher power. Even I can’t save her from her future. All I can do is prepare her.
She will know hell, but for now, I shall be her devil.
I undo the cuffs, and she lets out a soft cry before pulling her hands around to the front. I yank her dress back down into place and bend down, picking up her underwear before sticking it into my pocket. “Let’s go,” I say and grab her arm, leading her around the building and to her car parked out front.
