Total pages in book: 180
Estimated words: 168587 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 843(@200wpm)___ 674(@250wpm)___ 562(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 168587 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 843(@200wpm)___ 674(@250wpm)___ 562(@300wpm)
“Preparation,” I say honestly.
Her hands grip my shirt and I kiss her forehead once again. “Turn around and lie across the countertop.” Stepping back, I let go of her.
She turns and does as I say, knowing she has no other choice. I was telling her the truth. This isn’t a punishment. But I can make it one if I need to. Pressing her body onto the cold surface, I rip my belt from my jeans and pull her arms behind her back, tying them together at her wrists.
Then I pop open the lid on the saline and fill the large glass bowl with it. I take the 550cc syringe and fill it up to three 300 with the saline, then add the tube to the end of it before applying the lube.
Last, I slide my fingers along her ass, making sure to push one into her. I hear her sniff and watch her close her eyes in the mirror. Removing my finger, I replace it with the tip of the small tube and slowly push the plunger on the syringe, starting to fill her ass with the saline.
“Tyson,” she gasps, her hips rocking from side to side the best she can.
“You’re going to feel some cramping, but it won’t be painful, Lake,” I assure her.
She whimpers, her body shaking. I reach out with my free hand and rub her bare back. “You’re doing so good, Lake. Just relax.” She takes in a shaky breath. “So good.”
I hear her sniff again, and she fists her tied hands.
“Almost done,” I say, glancing down at the syringe. The Lords are all about control, punishment, and humiliation.
The first time I saw an enema given was my sophomore year at Barrington while the seniors were throwing a party at the house of Lords a few weeks after they had their vow ceremonies for their chosens.
“Fuck, you, Saint,” the girl yells as I watch her being carried over a Lord’s shoulder while he walks down the hall.
He slaps her ass, making her laugh as her head bobs up and down. Her dark hair is so long it’s almost on the floor. A group of guys follows them, so I do the same to see what’s going on.
He kicks his bedroom door open, and we enter to fill the large space. He tosses her onto his king-size bed, and she giggles, unable to hide her excitement. Turning over onto her back, she shoves her hair from her face. “What are you going to do, Saint? Punish me?” She arches a brow, and all the guys make audible “oh” sounds, knowing that she’s egging him on. The girl has balls, I’ll give her that. No one fucks with Saint.
“Hold her down,” he orders, and his two best friends jump onto his bed. Each grab an arm and pin them down above her head, and her eyes widen.
“Saint…” She breathes his name.
“You asked for this, sweetheart.” Reaching out, he grabs her jeans and yanks them down her legs, removing her underwear as well.
She’s twisting and turning to get free, but the two Lords hold her down while Saint grabs some rope from his nightstand. “Give me her left arm,” he orders. The Lord holds it out to Saint, and he wraps the rope around it before pulling the arm down by her side and tying it off to the footboard. It forces her to bend her knees. Otherwise, her legs would hang off the end.
“Other one.” He does the same, tying it off to the headboard.
“Saint, please…” she cries out, realizing he isn’t playing with her.
He removes his belt and bends her left knee to where her ankle is up against her thigh, then he secures it with his belt. Snapping his fingers at the guy who stands behind him, he orders, “Give me your belt.”
The guy rips it off and hands it over. Saint does the same to the other leg. She pulls them to her chest.
He leaves her there naked from the waist down. Some guys in the room already have their cells out, recording her squirm. My eyes drop to her shaved cunt, and there’s no denying she’s wet. Some bitches get off on this shit.
Saint exits the bathroom with a bowl of what looks like soapy water, a towel, and a large syringe. He sets the bowl on the floor at the end of the bed, and he bends down, shoving the syringe into it and filling it up. “Open her legs. Hold them wide open for me.” He orders to his two best friends, who are still sitting on either side of her head.
They grab her legs and pull them apart, making her arch her back and cry out into the room at the position they’ve got her in. Holding her wide open for the room to see. Makes me think she’s about to give birth by the way they’ve got her spread open.