Now that I’ve picked mine, I could do without everything else. I want to live in my bedroom with her. Fuck that, I want to move out of the house of Lords and go somewhere remote with her. Just us, no one around for miles. Then I wouldn’t have to gag her, and I could listen to her scream my name for hours.
Prickett and his girl finish up, and he pulls her out of the water while she sobs. We make these women think they have a choice to be chosen. But not all are. We are given a list of names that must be chosen before senior year even starts. Manipulation isn’t hard. If you have someone repeatedly tell you how great something is, you eventually want a taste.
One more.
Pulling out my cell, I pull up the live feed on my app. Blake is still in the same spot I left her. Just like I thought she’d be, but it still doesn’t hurt to look. I have ten cameras set up in my room, so I can see her from any angle. Plus, two in my bathroom. The house is littered with them. Every Lord has the same app and chance to watch his chosen one. She’s not struggling. I wouldn’t be surprised if she passed out. It’s been a long day, and I’m about to make it a very long night for her.
“I vow.”
Closing out the app, I drop the phone to my lap and look up at the loft. Matt stands in the water with Ashley. “You vow,” he growls.
I smile. Sorry fucking bastard.
“We vow,” they say, and he grips the back of her neck, shoving her into the water facedown. She struggles, the water splashing around. He’s got her hands zip-tied behind her back, and her ankles are also tied together. There is no rule on how you restrain your chosen one. As long as it’s done. Being held underwater will have anyone fighting, so the restraints help keep them from clawing our faces off. Plus, it’s just another way for us to dominate them. She’s naked, and he’s already put a collar on her.
I sit up straighter when he continues to hold her underwater. He’s baring his teeth like he’s mad at her. As if it’s her fault he fucked up and lost his toy.
She slows down, her body going slack altogether. What the fuck …? I jump to my feet. “Matt!” I shout in warning.
Everyone in the cathedral turns to look at me. I can’t see their faces because of their masks, but I’m sure their eyes are wide. A Lord never tells another member how to treat his chosen one. Matt gives me a go to hell look and then yanks her up from the water by her hair. Her head hangs back, and she’s completely still for a second before she spits water from her mouth. Sucking in a breath, she proceeds to cough.
Being a Lord isn’t about harming our chosen ones. They are a reward. If you break it or kill it, you don’t get to replace it with another one. He knows this.
Not going to say it’s never happened because it has. More than once since I’ve joined. These women go down as missing persons and are never looked for. When the public isn’t even aware your organization exists, no one suspects you committed the crime.
I turn and walk out of the cathedral, going back to play with Blakely. My cell rings when I fall into my car. “Hello?” I answer, letting the Bluetooth pick it up while I take off down the gravel road.
“Who did you end up with?” my father asks in greeting. He is a Lord. Most members got here because of their bloodline. My son or sons will one day be a Lord and so on. It is something that was not a choice but required of me. But I was more than ready and willing to accept.
“Blakely,” I answer, pulling out onto the road.
“Good job, son,” he says with a heavy breath.
“Did you ever doubt me?” I ask jokingly.
He chuckles. “No. Just make sure you do what needs to be done.”
“Always.”
“I’ll see you this weekend.” He hangs up, satisfied with our chat, and “Everybody Gets High” by MISSIO immediately fills my car.
Matt will not get anywhere near her. Not until I physically hand her over after graduation. And there won’t be anything left of her for him to take.
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UNLOCKING MY BEDROOMdoor, I walk inside and find her still naked, bent over my footboard tied, gagged, and eyes closed.
Deciding to let her have a few more minutes of sleep, I walk into the bathroom and undress out of my still wet clothes. I need a shower. Stepping inside, I close the door behind me and stare down at my hard cock. I squeeze some soap onto my hand and reach down. Wrapping my hand around the base, I stroke it, my hand tightening so painfully on it that it takes my breath away.
“What …?” I stop and let go, placing both hands on the wall and stepping under the sprayer. I’ve had to do it myself for so long that it’s like a habit now. The amount of porn I’ve watched over the past few years is enough to make a hooker blush. That’s not to mention what I’ve seen happen here at the house of Lords. We knew going into our freshman year what our requirements were going to be. I lost my virginity when I was fifteen to our neighbor’s daughter. She was the same age as me. It wasn’t like we dated. We both wanted to fuck, and there was an easy decision. After that, I fucked my way through high school. The summer before I came to Barrington, I fucked as many as I could, knowing it’d be the last chance I got for a while. It didn’t do any good. The moment I arrived and knew I’d have to do it myself was when I started craving it.
Tell someone they can’t have something and watch them do anything in their power to get it done. Especially if they’ve already experienced it before and know how good it feels. We keep each other accountable. Men have been kicked out, stripped of their titles, and shunned for it. The Lords do not joke around. It is a zero-tolerance organization. There are no three strikes and you’re out. They can decide at any moment to tell you to pack your shit and get the fuck out throughout your duration of college. If you accept and become a Lord and then fuck up. Well, let’s just say, they chase you down and kill you.
Finishing up in the shower, I dry off and walk out into the bedroom, deciding it’s time to wake her up. I open my nightstand and get the lube out first. Then walk to the end of the bed. Dropping my towel at my feet, I kick it away and run my fingers over her pussy. She’s not that wet, but I didn’t expect her to be. I squeeze some lube on my fingers and softly rub it over her pussy and up over her ass. She freaked out when I touched her there before I left to finish watching the vow ceremony, but she will learn that I own that as well, and I will have it. Even if that means she leaves me no choice but to take it.
I plunge a finger into her pussy, watching to see if she reacts. When she doesn’t, I add a second one, and her head moves a little. “Wake up, Blake.”
Removing my fingers, I grab my dick and slide into her, not waiting. She jerks, pulling on her restraints, coming around. Slapping her ass, I hear her mumbled moan. Looking down, I watch my cock move in and out of her. I can get deeper now than before, and I can go harder. Grabbing the footboard on either side of her hips, I do just that. Not wasting any time. I know she’s sore, but going slow won’t do her any good. Plus, that’s just not me. I’m not going to give her any false hope that this is anything else than what this is.
I own her.
Her pussy clenches down on me, and I push into her, the headboard slapping the wall with each thrust. Leaning over her body, I grip her hair and yank her head off her arms. I wrap my free arm around her neck and hold her head in place. Her arms crossed in front of her pulled tight, hands fisted. “Feel that?” I ask her, making her whimper. “How fucking wet you are?” I pull out and shove my hips forward. “I love that,” I say, and she clamps down on me. Growling in her ear, I slam my hips into her, and her breathing picks up, her body tensing. A mumbled cry fills my room as she comes.
I slow my rhythm and let go of her hair and neck. Her face drops to her arms when I pull out completely, and she sags against the bed. I push my thumb into her wet cunt a few times before replacing it with my cock once again.
When I slide my thumb up to her ass, she starts fighting me, but she’s got no chance. I push my thumb over her lube-covered ass, just applying some pressure. “Relax,” I say, slapping the side of her leg with my free hand. “It’ll hurt less.” Whimpering, she stops struggling. I pull my cock out of her pussy and slowly enter her while my thumb starts circling her ass, gently applying more pressure “Good girl,” I say, repeating both. “Just breathe.”
She’s panting, her body trembling. I watch her back muscles tense while fighting the restraints. When I push my thumb into her ass, a muffled cry comes from her taped lips. “Such a tight ass,” I say through gritted teeth. It’s going to feel amazing when I take it. “I’m going to take it, Blake,” I inform her. “My cum will fill this tight ass just like it will your pussy.”
I leave my thumb inside her while my hips pick up their pace again—my cock fucking her cunt. I’m close.
My breathing picks up, filling the room while the headboard pounds into the wall. I try to hold it in, but it’s just been too long. I remind myself that I have tomorrow and the next day and the next day. She belongs to me until graduation. I can do this as much as I want.
Feeling my balls tighten, I shove all the way into her one last time. My muscles tensing and my cock pulsing inside her fucking sweet cunt as I come.
I pull my thumb out first, and her body sags against the bed while I remove my cock. Leaving her like that for a minute, I bend down and grab the towel that I kicked away and run it over her, cleaning her up. Once done, I drop it and lean over her back. I rip the tape off her mouth and pull her underwear out. Then I get to work on releasing her arms and legs before entering my bathroom, grabbing some pills for her. Walking out, I see her sitting on the side of the bed, head down and hands in her lap. She’s rubbing her wrists. “Here. Take these.” I hold out my fist.
She looks up at me, and her tired eyes go wide with excitement.
Interesting. “It’s Advil to help with the soreness.”
“Oh,” she says, shoulders slumping in disappointment when I open my hand to show them to her.
“You thought I was going to drug you again,” I comment.
Her cheeks redden, but she takes them from me. Her eyes fall to the floor, unable to meet mine.
Walking over to her, I gently cup her chin and lift it to where she has to look up at me. “Tell me.” She’s got something on her mind. And Blake needs to understand there is nothing she can’t talk to me about. I’m not the kind of guy who runs to his friends and tells them what we did. If there’s one thing about me, it’s that I can keep a secret. In fact, I will be buried with many. What I do with her will be added to the others.
“Did we have sex that night?” she whispers. “That night you gave me the stuff to drink.”
I tilt my head to the side at her question. Did she not think tonight was her first time?
She sighs at my silence. “I, uh … it’s just that I was really sore the next day …”
“No,” I answer. Of course, she was sore. I was rough with her. I hate to tell her, but she’ll always be sore from now on.
“Oh.” Once again, she looks disappointed by that answer.
“You told me you were a virgin in here the night of the party.” I’m not going to tell her that’s not why I didn’t fuck her. Because honestly, it wouldn’t have stopped me. It’s the path I chose. The Lords can kick you out, strip you of your title and power. And as much as I wanted to, making her mine for the duration of my senior year is fucking better than just one time.
Her eyes widen, and her cheeks go red at the thought of her telling me that information. “Matt never would sleep with me,” she whispers.
I hate her even mentioning his name, but I understand that he was a big part of her life. I’m going to erase any thought of him from her memory. She won’t even know who he is when I return her to him. “You don’t have to be embarrassed,” I tell her. “I like that I was the first to fuck you.” I let go of her chin and run my thumb over her lips.
Her breathing picks up as she asks, “What did you do … that night at my apartment?”
“I can show you.” I’d love to watch her watch me play with her while she was drugged. See if it turns her on. I have a feeling she’d get off on that.
“Really?” Her eyes widen and her nipples harden at that thought.
“Yeah, but not tonight.” I pull the covers back, and she crawls under them naked. I slide in next to her, and she snuggles into my side. I go to shove her away but don’t. Instead, I pull her closer, knowing that this house is full of almost a hundred men, and any one of them would gladly take her from me.