TYSON
I’m standinginside the apartment in the kitchen when I hear the front door open. I step out into the living room in time to see her walking down the hallway with bags in both hands. “Nice car,” I say, sipping my whiskey.
She comes to a halt, and my eyes drop to the long dark strands of curled hair that fall down her back. Slowly, she turns to face me, and I’m not prepared for what I see. The dark color of her hair against her tan skin makes her eyes bluer. They look bigger, sexier.
My cock instantly hardens inside my jeans, and I tighten my hand on the glass. She’s not supposed to have this effect on me, but even I can’t deny that I’m becoming addicted to her. The way her body leans into me and how she whimpers when I touch her. I just want to chain her up and play with her for hours. Explore every inch of her. Teach her things that she never knew existed to see what she likes.
She glares at me, and it makes me want to force her to her knees and mess up her pretty face. I set my glass down and walk over to her. Reaching out, I run my hand through her soft hair. “I like it.”
“I didn’t do it for you.” She lifts her chin.
That’s the confidence that I was telling Ryat about, and it’s fucking intoxicating. My eyes drop to a La Perla bag at her feet. “Going to show me what I bought?”
“Didn’t plan on it.” She picks them up off the floor.
I laugh softly, loving this new her. Leaning forward, I gently kiss her forehead, and when I pull back, she’s frowning up at me with confusion written all over her face. “Come here.” I take her hand and pull her down the hallway and into our master bathroom. “Give me these.” I take the bags from her hands and place them on the countertop by my sink and pull her over to hers. “Get undressed,” I command and walk into the closet. I grab a few things that I’m going to need and return to see she’s removing her underwear. She’s needy. It’s the fact that I haven’t touched her since the night of the house of Lords party. “Bend over. Hands behind your back.” I place the items on the counter.
Her eyes look over and widen. She takes a step back, those pretty eyes meeting mine. “I’m sorry,” she rushes out. “I’ll return the car…”
“Bend over,” I say once more, hating to repeat myself.
“Ty—”
“Shh, Lake.” I cup her face in both of my hands. Her eyes are the size of quarters, her body trembling against mine. “It’s okay. The car is yours.” I’ll never tell her, but I’m glad she went out and purchased the SUV.Good for you, little darling.She deserves to have everything she wants. And I plan on giving it to her, but that doesn’t mean I won’t make her earn it.
Licking her nude-colored lips, she shifts her eyes to the items once more, then back to mine. “But…”
“This isn’t a punishment, Lake.”
She nibbles on her bottom lip, asking softly, “Then what is it?”
“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.
