Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 58521 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 293(@200wpm)___ 234(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58521 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 293(@200wpm)___ 234(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
At the very end, it was only him and his father looming over me. Mr. St. Claire’s cock was larger than many of the others, and he looked both proud and smug as he slowly dragged his hand up and down it, walking up to my face.
None had dared stick a cock in my mouth, or anywhere near, but by the look on Mr. St. Claire’s face, I had an idea what he would do. An idea which both scared and—
Oh God, I had no more space to think because right at that moment Walker leaned forward and with one hand, pressed down on my lower abdomen as he continued to rub my clit and fuck me hard.
I blinked in shock and my entire body, especially my chest and stomach, started to jerk in hard, body-jolting spasms from the hardest orgasm I’d ever had in my life. When he pressed down like that it was like I could feel his cock from all sides.
I barely felt his father’s cock bobbing against my cheek as he jacked himself, and if I did—
Well frankly, again, the wrongness of it… I couldn’t help it. It only made me come harder.
And then both father and son came at the exact same time. Walker leaned forward, buried inside me, and came with a groan while his father let out a shockingly identical noise, his cum spewing all over my chin and down my throat to my breasts.
14
WALKER
The sound of canes hitting the floor, announcing the Trial as complete, was the best sound I’d ever heard. There was no way Jasmine could survive another minute. No way could she continue to allow herself to be used and abused like this. These men literally just came all over her body as if she was nothing but a cum bucket. They marked her, they contaminated her, they soiled her… and for what?
Power.
Ego.
Because they could…
I knew this was more than just a Trial. This was a lesson. This was their way of knocking Jasmine off the debutante pedestal she’d been on her entire life. This was their way of turning her into a very dirty, dirty girl.
Shame. Debauchery. Control. Yes, the Elders knew exactly what they were doing to her.
In a daze, I quickly freed her from the cross and her shackles as her body shook. I couldn’t look her in the eyes. Not because I was embarrassed for her, or ashamed of her, but because I felt so much shame for myself. I allowed this night to happen. I fucked her while everyone covered her body in their completion… in their control.
I should have raged. I should have allowed all the hate that was locked inside of me to erupt and then strangled these men with my bare hands. I should have lifted Jasmine into my arms and snarled the words “mine” at anyone who dared take as much as a glimpse of her nude body. I should have—
I should have at least stopped it.
Once she was free, I removed my tuxedo jacket and covered her body, rushing her out of the ballroom and back up to our private room so no one could see her for another moment. Without saying a single word, I rushed to the bathroom and handed her a towel to begin wiping off.
“I’m going to start you a bath,” I said as I reached for the bubble bath, not looking over my shoulder at where she stood behind me.
My actions were robotic—simply going through the motions—until I heard her breath hitch and a sob escape. Turning around, I finally looked into her tear-filled eyes. Her lip trembled as she ran the towel over her body with enough force that I worried she’d rub her skin raw. I reached for another towel and ran it under the sink, assisting her in removing any sign of the Trial. The cum was easy to get rid of, but the wax was going to take some time.
The bath wasn’t all the way full yet, but I wasn’t going to wait another second. I gently assisted her into the water as I whispered, “We’ll get you clean.”
Clean, yes. But could I ever wash away the memories of what just happened?
Tears ran down her face as bubbles covered her body.
“I’m sorry,” I said. The words came, though they were about as weak sounding as I felt.
“Why?”
“Because I should have stopped them. I should—”
“No. Not you. You don’t owe me an apology. You warned me. You were only doing what I asked you to do.” She swiped at her tears, as if ordering her sadness to disappear. “I’m asking you why would they want to do something like that? You are choosing to go through with this Initiation. You want to become a member. Why?”
I kneeled down beside the tub and took some of her hair into my hand so I could tenderly pull some of the candle wax out of it. “It’s the way the Order has always been—sexual. Which, frankly, I don’t mind. I like sexual, and I fucking love kinky. But something has been off the last couple of years or so. I don’t know what exactly, other than the sex and the Trials seemed to get darker and darker over the years. It’s like the members and the Elders are pushing the limits. It’s not just about public sex, or a ritual with sexual undertones. There’s a risk of really getting hurt, as we’ve seen.”