Total pages in book: 266
Estimated words: 250787 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1254(@200wpm)___ 1003(@250wpm)___ 836(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 250787 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1254(@200wpm)___ 1003(@250wpm)___ 836(@300wpm)
“Goddamn.” I throw my head back loving the way it feels when she gags.
“You like having something in all your holes? Like feeling full?” This is the only way she’ll know how it feels. No other cock will fuck what’s mine.
I drop my hands and place them both under her throat, sliding my fingers between her neck and the rope, lifting her head even more and she cries out around my dick.
Her body trembles, and she pulls on the rope that keeps her tightly in place. I pick up my pace, fucking her mouth as if it’s her pussy. The force of my hips has her body rocking back and forth and the dumbbell swinging between my parted legs. Between gasps and whimpers, she’s crying. “You’re doing so good, doll face,” I growl. “That’s it.” She blinks, looking up at me through watery lashes. Her bloodshot eyes are heavy, and I wonder how many times she’s come so far. “Open up for me. Let me fuck you like a good little whore while you come all over the dildo stuffed in your cunt.”
Her body jerks, and she gags as I slam my cock into her mouth. My balls start to tighten. I don’t want to come yet, but between her cunt and her mouth—she feels too good. My hands can feel the bulge of her throat from my dick going in and out. She’s gasping for breath as her drool runs down my legs and the dumbbell sways back and forth, pulling on her nipples.
I push forward one last time, holding my cock at the back of her throat as I come. I pull my semi-hard dick free of her swollen lips, and she hangs her head, letting the dumbbell fall to the floor. She holds her breath.
I quickly untie her neck, remove the nipple clamps, and release her arms and legs. Then I remove the dildo and butt plug. “Come on, doll face. Let’s get you cleaned up and back in bed.” I pick her limp body up in my arms and carry her through the quiet house and to the bathroom.
Setting her in the bathtub, I begin to fill it with warm water and cup her tear-streaked face. “Look at me, Charlotte.”
Her heavy eyes open, and she slowly blinks, her wet lashes fanning her cheeks. “You did so good for me.” I smile, and her eyes fall closed. She’s shaking uncontrollably, and I lean over the side of the Jacuzzi tub, kissing her passionately. She doesn’t reciprocate it. She’s too far gone.
I’ll wash her and put her in my bed. Where she’ll stay. In my house. With me. Even if I have to do this to her every night, I will. I wasn’t lying when I said I’d either tie her to my bed every night or chain her up in my basement. Either way, she’s not leaving this house.
No one is going to take her away from me.
After I finish, I carry and place her naked body in my bed next to a purring Muffin. As I turn to step away, I see her phone and earbuds on the floor over by the windows. I pick up her cell and open the screen and see she’s in her emails, and it’s paused on a video.
Looking down at her, I watch her sleep. The Lords sent her something that pissed her off. Why else would she all of a sudden want to leave me?
I press play, and I don’t need audio to see that it’s me fucking Ashtyn in the ass. It was our senior year at Barrington at the house of Lords. That was the night I overheard Sierra talking shit to Ashtyn in the bathroom. I shared my chosen with Hooke. Then Saint gave Ash an enema and fucked her mouth while she held it in. After he let her relieve herself, he fucked her ass and then let Kashton and me take our turns.
Find another whore to use.
That’s why Charlotte stormed into the gym in such a pissy mood. Aw, my girl is jealous. It’s cute.
My eyes drop back down to the phone and see Kash step up to take his turn and the video ends. Then it disappears. Gone as if it never existed. Why are the Lords sending her this? Why did they want her to see that? Do they want her to leave me? Or do they want me to force her to stay?
She’s not going anywhere. I don’t care how many videos they send her or how much it pisses her off.
Setting her cell on the nightstand, I lean down, kissing her forehead, and whisper, “Get some rest, beautiful,” then go to take a shower myself.
FIFTY-NINE
CHARLOTTE
I’m not technically released from Haidyn’s house arrest after I was attacked in the bathroom, but I’m also no longer fighting to stay at my house either. I feel stupid about my outburst. We both know I can’t walk away from him. The Lords can send me whatever they want. I can’t call quits on this assignment.