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)
Most of the Lords get to their feet, and I scoot to the edge of the pew, leaning to the left trying to see over the ones now standing.
I’ve never seen a woman in charge before. Not like this. The one tied to the altar is more common than the woman standing here in Gucci heels and a Versace dress.
Something catches my attention to the right of me, and I see a girl around my age slide into the pew at the far end. Her green eyes briefly meet mine before she looks away and turns her attention to the show at the front of the cathedral. Why isn’t she hidden like the rest of us? And who allows a child in here? I’m only able to watch because I’m covered.
The grunts and moans that fill my ears tell me all I need to know about what’s happening.
I cried myself to sleep at some point. It could have been two minutes or two hours. I’m not sure. But it felt good. Therapeutic almost to cry my eyes out. Even though I knew he was watching, it didn’t matter.
My swollen eyes open when I hear the door. I remain on my back, staring at the ceiling. He comes to kneel beside me, and his hand goes between my legs. I part them without having to be told. I chose this. I’ve been reduced to nothing more than a sex doll. So I’ll lie here like one.
“Are you thirsty?” he asks.
I say nothing. I’m not nervous or scared, just determined. A woman uses what she has to get ahead in a man’s world. I have a body, and he wants it…so be it.
“You’re going to feel some pressure,” he says, and my hips rise off the mattress when I feel like a balloon is inside my ass.
I gasp, my hands fisting.
“One more,” he adds, and I don’t have a clue what he’s talking about.
But the balloon intensifies, taking away my breath. I arch my neck and back, my legs tightening, but I don’t close them, knowing that will get me punished. I won’t give him that satisfaction. “All done,” he says softly. “Good girl, doll face.”
I lower my body to the mattress, and he moves to hover over my face. He cups my cheek, and his blank eyes search mine. “You have an inflatable butt plug in your ass, Charlotte. It’s to get it ready for my cock. I’m going to be back in three more hours to inflate it once more.”
The dots finally connect. That’s why the enema, the suppositories. He’s been preparing my ass this whole time. I just thought it was to humiliate me, which could be part of it, but he really just wants to fuck it.
He stands to leave me once again in this hell when I part my cracked lips and say, “Just fuck it now.” Why prolong what we both know will happen?
“You don’t mean that.”
I sit up, flinching at the tightness in my body, the lack of movement in my neck from the collar, and the plug in my ass. Looking up, I see him by the door. He’s got a smirk on his face. Like this is a fucking joke. “Think you’ll be the first to be there?” I shake my head, baiting him, and his smirk disappears. “Fuck my ass,” I say.
He arches a brow, crossing his arms over his chest. “Charlotte—”
“Want me to beg you?” I push my chest out as if the chain on my arm cuffs is connected. Swallowing the knot in my throat so he doesn’t see how much this affects me, I add, “Fuck my ass, please. I need it, Haidyn.”
That does it. He pushes off the door and walks over to me. I don’t even have to be told. I bend over, placing my face on the cold concrete floor and taking in a deep breath.
“Want your ass fucked, doll face? Then I’ll fuck it.” He grips my hair and yanks me to my feet.
I cry out at the sting on my scalp.
He pulls me over to the mirrored wall and pushes me into it, my cheek pressing against the cold glass as I pant. My heart races, but I can’t back down. That will make me look weak. And I’m not weak. Plus, this was going to happen no matter what. This was always his plan, so we’ll do it on my terms, not his.
His boots kick my bare feet open, and I hear him unzipping his jeans over my heavy breathing.
I feel the balloon inside me deflating, and my heart hammers in my chest knowing there’s no going back. He pulls it free, and I whimper at the slight pain it causes.
He doesn’t give me a chance to recover. Instead, he kisses the side of my face and whispers, “Take in a deep breath, doll face.”