“Ty-son.”Whitney breathes my name while lying on her back. Her head hangs off the edge of her bed.
“Open up, Whit.” I groan, feeling like I’m about to explode already. It’s been six weeks since our vow ceremony at the Cathedral, and I can’t get enough of her. I wouldn’t say it’s her, but just the act of coming and not having to do it myself.
She parts her painted lips and sticks her tongue out. I slide my cock into it, my hand going to her throat to feel my dick push to the back of it. Fuck, it’s amazing. Her mouth is hot and warm.
She tries to lift her hips but her legs are tied to the bed spread eagle, so she doesn’t get far off the mattress.
I pull out and spit flies from her mouth, covering her face, and I slap the side of it, making her moan, before shoving back into her mouth. “Fucckkkk.” I throw my head back while she swallows me whole. “I’m going to come if you don’t stop doing that,” I warn her. The woman knows how to suck dick. Guys talk and I’ve heard rumors at Barrington how good she is in bed. Chosens don’t have to abstain from sex at any time, so I didn’t expect her to be innocent. I knew she’d be a good fuck, and she did not disappoint.
I open my eyes, and they land on a set of blue ones that stare at me in the mirror hanging on the wall in front of me. Laikyn, Whitney’s younger sister, stands at her sister’s cracked bedroom door watching us.
She doesn’t pull away and run. No, instead her eyes fall to her sister’s face that I’m fucking.
I pull out and Whitney gasps, body jerking in the restraints. I slap her face again, and she whimpers while her sister watches like she’s in a daze. It makes my cock jerk. Not because I want both of them but because I like having the audience. As a Lord, we are taught to put on a show.
“Open your fucking mouth,” I order, shoving my cock back into it. I don’t give her the chance to breathe this time. Instead, I reach down underneath her neck and hold the back of her head, tilting it more at an angle while I lean over the edge of the bed and fuck her mouth until I’m pulling out and coming all over her face.
“Did that make you wet,little darling?” I ask my wife. “When you watched me fuck your sister’s mouth?”
She fights me harder at the mention of Whitney. If she’s going to bring her up, then so will I. No matter how inappropriate it once was. She’s why we’re where we are right now anyway.
“You’re disgusting,” she yells at me over her shoulder.
Leaning over her back, I lift my hips enough to reach between our bodies and grab my hard dick. I spread her sore pussy with it, making her cry out. “You’ll learn to beg, cry, and come for me just like she did.”
Her fingers grip the bed and I grab them, yanking them behind her back and holding her forearms parallel with one hand while the other grips her hair, pinning the side of her face to the bed.
“I told you, little darling. I’d only go easy on you the first time,” I grind out, shoving my cock into her while my feet hold hers open. “From here on out, you will be reminded who the fuck you belong to.”
LAIKYN
I sitat the kitchen table with my parents as Tyson and Whitney enter the room. He pulls the seat out for her, and she thanks him.
My cheeks blush when his eyes briefly meet mine. I watched him fuck my sister’s mouth. My bedroom is across the hall from hers, and I could hear her. They’ve been going at it for six weeks now. All I hear is her screaming his name and him telling her how good she feels.
Our parents have raised us to understand what sex is and what is expected of us. My sister and I are both meant to be chosens. She got to be Tyson’s—without my parents’ permission—and I hope when my time comes, the Lord I want, also wants me in return.
I watch my sister fix the collar of her shirt to hide a hickey that he’s obviously given her. I also don’t miss the fact that she’s washed her face after he came all over it. When he started, she had makeup on. Now she looks like she just woke up.
My sister slides her arm through the crook of his and pulls him closer to her. My mother frowns at the PDA but doesn’t say anything. My sister tends to get dramatic. Her and my mother have had several very intense conversations that have turned into yelling matches over Tyson. My sister wants to marry him. My parents have shut that down. She is his chosen, but she will be another Lord’s Lady.
They are two very different things.
I lean against the table, my eyes looking over Tyson. His chiseled jaw, baby-blue eyes, and broad shoulders. His muscular arms and chiseled abs. He’s fucking gorgeous. And the fact that I’ve seen him in action just makes him that much more attractive.
My clit is swollen, pussy wet just from watching them in her bedroom. Some would say eighteen is too young to be interested in a twenty-one-year-old, but at least I’m legally of age. Plus, my father is six years older than my mother. Her father gave her away when she was seventeen.
There are no age limits when it involves the Lords. I’ve heard of girls marrying as young as fifteen. We have our own laws. Our own traditions. That any outsider would disagree and look down on.
Tyson holdsme pinned over the side of the bed and wetness runs down my legs while he fucks me once again. I can’t fight him, and the worst part is, I don’t want to. It hurts so bad, but I’m also already craving that sensation that takes my breath away. I’m still shaking from the other two he gave me.
“Ple-ease?” I beg through a sob. My shoulders are screaming while he holds my arms to my back, pressing me into the bed. I’m having trouble breathing from the pressure.
“Please what?” he commands, thrusting into me.
“I need—”
He pulls out and slams forward, making me scream, and his body tenses against mine before his cock pulses inside me. He comes, not letting me.
