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)
The fact that he said here just confirms what I already knew—pain is in my future. But of course, it is. That’s how the Lords are taught to treat women. Pain and pleasure go hand in hand in our life.
They’re bred to give it, and we’re conditioned to like it.
I open my mouth to ask again what he’s going to do, but he moves to the stirrups. They’re the kind that cover your entire leg, not just for your feet, bending at the knees. He buckles another belt around my upper thigh, then my ankle. He goes and does the other two on the opposite leg.
I’m strapped down to the table from my wrists to my legs secured to the stirrups. I lift my hips the little it allows because that’s all I can move. I wish I was face down so I could at least bury it in the table so he can’t see me cry. When I pull on my legs, my thighs tighten at the lack of movement. My body heat is rising, and my breath comes in short pants.
We’re made to be whores, and I hate that no matter how much I lack in experience in that department, my body still wants to explore it.
The door opens, and I can’t see who it is from my position, but I know it’s Gavin. The sound of squeaking wheels makes me flinch. He’s got a cart of some kind.
“Here you go, Haidyn. Take all the time you need. Once done, I’ll return to draw some blood, get a urine sample, and administer the birth control.” With that, he exits, leaving me strapped to the table with a man who can do anything to me in this position. Seriously, the options are endless, and my mind runs wild.
TWENTY-THREE
HAIDYN
Iwatch her body tremble while strapped to the table. She’s wide open and ready for me to do whatever the fuck I want to her. Gavin is always more than willing to help out a fellow Lord, so when I told him of my plan, he didn’t bat an eye. The guy has seen some shit in his day. I’m sure he didn’t agree with all of it, but as a Lord, he serves and never asks questions.
I’m not a doctor by any means, but I needed her to be checked. I need tests run to make sure that the information I was sent is true. You can’t trust anything in our world. It’s all smoke and mirrors. She’s been pretending to be who she is. How do I know the information I found out isn’t a lie as well? Depending on who she’s working for, the shit that’s online could be just as fake as the shit she tells me. Thankfully, I can check.
I place a pair of gloves on, then pop the lid on the lube and cover the balloon plug. “Relax, Charlotte.” She releases a shaky breath. Smearing it on my fingers, I run them over her puckered ass, and she flinches. “You’re okay,” I tell her, pushing the tip of one into her, not wasting any time. I brought her for a reason, and I’m in no mood to prolong it.
The sound of her sniffling follows while her body fights the restraints. Pulling it out, I repeat the process, pushing it in a little farther. “You’re doing good, doll face.”
Her legs tighten as they pull against the leather straps that hold them wide open for me. I apply more pressure and enter a second one, making her whimper as her ass tightens down on me.
Then I remove them and grab the tube. I lube it up once more and push my finger back into her ass first before I pull out and begin to replace it with the deflated balloon. “Deep breath, doll face.”
She sucks in a shaky breath, and I begin to slowly glide it into her. “That’s it. Doing great.”
“Hai-dyn.” Her soft voice cracks. The table rattles from her useless fight.
“Shh, you’re doing so good for me, Charlotte.” I push it farther into her ass. “So good. Almost there.”
“Oooooww,” she cries, her ass trying to lift off the table.
Watching it slide into her ass, I tell her, “It’s in.” Then I inflate the balloon just enough to where she can’t push it out and turn the valve so the solution flows—slow and steady.
I remove my gloves and throw them in the trash while she struggles in the restraints, causing the gown to fall open some since her arms are above her head.
“It’ll take about an hour,” I inform her, walking over to the sink and washing my hands. “And then you’re going to hold it for thirty minutes.” I dry them off and discard the paper towels into the trash can. Usually, they require more time, but we’ll start with baby steps. I have plenty of time to test her.