RYAT
I LEAD HERup the stairs with my hand on her upper arm, my fingers digging into her soft skin. I’ve been waiting for this day for too long. Seems like forever since I was told to take her as my chosen. But it’s finally here. Making our way to the platform, I bring her over to the small pool-like structure that was added for us to perform the ritual.
The Lords were given this building a long time ago. The first thing they did was gut the inside. It’s not your average cathedral. Things have been added to accommodate our traditions.
She fumbles to a stop at the edge, and I hear her breathing pick up. I’m about to tell her to get into the water, but she takes the first step herself. I bite back a smile. My girl wants to give herself to me, and I can’t wait to make her mine.
Usually, this is done with the chosen naked, but she will be leaving her clothes on. I don’t want anyone seeing her body. The point of the ritual is to cleanse them from their past sexual partners, but I’m extremely territorial over what’s mine. I’ve watched women at Barrington for the last three years throw themselves around waiting for the day to be a chosen one. It just so happens that she’s never had sex. But the vow ceremony must be performed, nonetheless, in order to solidify the ritual. He still kissed her, held her, and messed around with her, I’m sure. I want to wipe any piece of him remaining clean from her body.
As part of the ritual, we have to show ownership. You either fuck their mouth, pussy, or ass. It’s not to please them. It’s for us to claim them. So, since I’m selfish and refuse to show what I have, her mouth will do. Once we’re done here, I’ll take her out back and fuck that tight cunt in the woods, on the ground or up against a tree. It doesn’t matter. Everyone will see she’s mine from the bite marks on her legs and hickeys on her neck.
Blakely will be owned by a Lord. I will make sure everyone is well aware of that.
She takes the last step, the warm water coming up to her chest as I stand next to her. Letting go of her upper arm, I reach out and push the dark hair from her face, getting it wet with my fingers. She looks so pretty right now with her makeup done and hair fixed. I’m getting ready to ruin it. “Recite your vow,” I order.
Her eyes widen for a brief second, and she licks her lips nervously. Then she takes in a deep breath. “I vow.”
Good girl.She was paying attention to the flyer that she had wadded up in her hand. “You vow,” I acknowledge and nod my head at her to say the last part with me.
“We vow,” we say in unison.
Then I reach up, gripping her hair while I kick her feet out from underneath her and shove her under the water. Holding her there. She starts to fight immediately. So hard, that the water splashes over the top of the glass, falling to the first floor.
Yanking her up, she begins choking the moment her face breaks the surface. I drag her over to the stairs to my right and sit on the top one, letting go of her for a quick second to undo my belt followed by my jeans.
She’s gasping for breath while coughing up water at the same time. It’s the only sound in the church. Everyone below sits silent, patiently waiting for me to claim my chosen one. Matt included. I hope the fucker sees how much she wants this. Me.
She’s hunched over the best she can without her face being in the water, most of her now wet hair covers it. She can’t do anything about it since her hands are still cuffed behind her back.
I pull my hard cock out and stroke it a few times, allowing her an extra second to catch her breath, knowing I’m about to make it worse. Then I reach out, gently moving her hair from her face with my fingertips to get a look at her. Black puddles under her eyes before running down her cheeks. Her wet lashes are stuck together, and her parted lips are trembling while water runs off her chin. Her pretty blue eyes are red and full of apprehension.
It’s too late now, little one. You belong to me.
I slide my hand through the water, gathering up all her long, wet hair to the back of her neck. Once I have it all, I grip it and yank her to me. “Kneel,” I order, and her knees fall to the third step, below me, making her whimper. “Open your mouth.”
Her wide eyes look over my dick, and I smile at the look of terror she has. She takes in one last deep breath and licks her lips before opening her pretty painted mouth for me. Gripping the base of my cock, I slide it into her mouth.
I’m not gentle.
Her gagging fills the space of the church, and the water once again rolls over the sides while I control her head. Up and down, it bounces on my dick. She’s trying to fight me and pull away, but I don’t let go. Instead, I grip her hair harder, forcing more of my cock down her throat. She closes her eyes tightly, and her face scrunches as I hit the back, making her gag again.
“Look at me,” I demand.
Her eyes open, and I can see the tears run down her cheeks through the water already covering her face. “Relax and open up for me,” I whisper to her, slowing my rhythm, giving her a second to catch her breath. She blinks, and new tears run down her face. I scoot forward, my ass hanging off the end of the step, getting in a better position.
I pull out, and she sucks in a gasp. “Open wide for me,” I say softly, wiping the tears from her face with my free hand, smearing the black eyeliner and mascara. “Stick your tongue out and breathe through your nose.”
Swallowing, she opens her mouth as wide as it’ll go and sticks her tongue out.
I bring her head down, her mouth taking me in once again. I lean my head back and close my eyes, not caring to watch, just wanting to come. I hit the back of her throat, and her body fights me while the gagging returns. This time, I don’t let up.
My balls tighten, and my breathing picks up. I shove her head down one last time and hold it there as I come, forcing her to swallow
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
BLAKELY
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 BODYtrembles 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!