Total pages in book: 214
Estimated words: 199879 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 999(@200wpm)___ 800(@250wpm)___ 666(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 199879 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 999(@200wpm)___ 800(@250wpm)___ 666(@300wpm)
He stands there; the only sound in the room is my heavy breathing, and my nipples go hard, wondering what he’s looking at or what he’s thinking.
Reaching out, he takes my right hand and places the leather strap around it, buckling it to fit tightly on my small wrist. He repeats the process with my other wrist and both ankles. Then he grabs my hand and walks me to stand behind the altar to face the crowd.
He bends down next to my legs and spreads them wide. Rope is already tied at each end, and he threads it through the silver rings on my ankle cuffs, securing my legs wide open. His hands grab the back of my neck, and he pushes my face down onto the altar.
I shiver, a whimper leaving my lips from the coldness of the concrete surface. Two Lords from the front pews rise and walk to stand in front of me. Each one takes an arm and pulls them out wide, securing them to each end with the rope already attached to the leather bindings around my wrists.
A new man comes to stand on my left, and I take in a shaky breath when he begins to speak. “Do you give yourself to your Lord?” he asks, and I don’t recognize his voice.
“Y-yes,” I answer.
His mask nods to Saint, who I can feel standing behind me. He’s discarded his cloak because the roughness of his jeans presses against my bare ass.
A hand fists my hair, and he yanks my head back, making me cry out. My voice echoes off the walls of the cathedral. “Recite your vows, sweetheart,” Saint commands in my ear.
“I vow,” I say eagerly. Any doubt about not bleeding for him has left my mind. Even if I’m only his for the next ten minutes, it will be enough.
“You vow.” His voice rings out.
“We vow.” We both say at the same time. His voice louder than mine.
He lets go of my hair, and I drop the side of my face to the altar, closing my eyes.
He steps back, running his fingers over my pussy, and I try to push my ass back against it, but I’m tied down too tightly to reach him.
“So eager to be my whore, sweetheart.” The Lords chuckle at his words, and I bite my tongue to keep from making any noise.
He knows how much I want him. His hand comes down on my ass, and I yank on the rope that ties me down. Something pushes against my pussy.
“Saint,” I gasp as it enters me.
“You’re wet, Ash,” he muses, and I realize it’s his finger when he pushes a second one into me.
I cry out, pulling harder as the pain has tears stinging my eyes. That along with the feel of the plug in my butt is overwhelming. “Please…”
He pulls them out and pushes them in again. I’m on my tiptoes, crying and shaking uncontrollably. It hurts more than I thought it would.
“Shh.” He rubs my bare back. “This is what you want, sweetheart. To be fucked like a whore in front of everyone.”
I bury my face into the altar, gasping to breathe. He told me he would humiliate me. I hate how wet I am because it’s turning me on.
“You chose to me be mine, Ash. That means I get to use you.” He pumps his fingers in and out of me faster and faster.
The plug begins to vibrate on a much lower setting than it did in my closet earlier, and a moan escapes my lips as my body rocks back and forth on the altar. I’m sweating like a literal whore in church, which makes it easier for my body to move along the hard and cold surface I’m tied to.
Something enters my pussy that sends a shrill scream from my lips, my face rising, and my hands fist. I yank on the rope that holds me down.
Then his weight is on top of my back, his hand around my throat from behind. “Watch them, sweetheart. Let them see how pretty you are when you come on my dick.”
His hips slam forward, and my lips part, but nothing comes out this time. A paralyzing pain seizes my body, taking my breath away.
He starts to move. In and out. His cock rams my hips into the side of the hard surface of the altar. The masks and cloaks staring at me fade as Saint’s heavy breathing fills my ears. Or maybe it’s mine. I’m not sure.
Am I even able to breathe? The way the room spins, I’d say no. His dick hits the right spot, and I make a noise that even I can’t comprehend. The plug vibrates more than before, or maybe my mind is playing tricks on me.
“That’s it, sweetheart. Moan for me.” Saint growls in my ear, and I realize I’m crying when I taste my tears. “Do you know how long I’ve waited to fuck you, Ash? Too long. Now be a good girl and come for me. Show them all how much you enjoy pain.”