I push my cock forward at an angle and push down on her, letting her cunt suck me inside.
She throws her head back, chest heaving, and a cry rips through the room. “I…Haidyn!” She lowers her head so her watery eyes meet mine.
My hands grip her hips, and I dig my fingers into her skin, pushing her body down on top of mine. “You’re doing so good, doll face.”
“Oh my…” She gasps.
I stop and hold her in place. She can’t do much since she doesn’t have use of her hands, and the anal hook in her ass keeps her from making any sudden movements. I mean, the fact thather ass has steel balls in it does make it a little more difficult and tighter space, but it’s very doable.
I lean forward and kiss her wet lips, tasting her salty tears. “I’m going to fuck you now, Charlotte, so just relax and let me in. Can you do that for me, doll face?”
She nods, and her body relaxes, allowing her soaked pussy to slide farther down onto my dick. She pulls on the rope with her shaking arms, and I grind my teeth as I slip all the way into her. The balls in her ass make her pussy walls even tighter.
“Goddamn, doll face.” I groan, ignoring her cries of pain and pleasure. I reach up and grab the loop in her collar, pulling her forward and smiling when I feel her hips start grinding back and forth. “Ride my cock, Charlotte. Show me how bad you want it.”
My free hand slaps her breast, and she jerks. I do it again and again, loving the way she screams my name while her pussy grinds on my dick that twitches inside her tight cunt. “You’re shaking, doll face.” I run my knuckles down her chest, enjoying the red mark on her breasts from my hands. “How’s your ass feel?” I pull on her restrained arms, and she sobs, but her hips don’t stop rocking back and forth. “Words, Charlotte.”
“It…hurts.” She sniffs.
I drop my hands and grip her ass cheeks as I lower myself into the couch. I lift her to fuck my dick. Her tits bounce in front of my face, and I know each thrust forces her arms to yank on the anal hook. “You’re so fucking good at being my whore, doll face.”
“Pl-ease,” she begs.
“Please, what?”
“May I come?” she pants. “Please? I need to come.”
“You can come, doll face,” I say, wanting her to come all over my cock. She’s earned it. I’ve always been an ass guy, but that doesn’t mean I forget how good a pussy can be. Especially hers. I’m the first man to ever be there, and I want to make sure that any man she fucks in the future leaves her unsatisfied.
She throws her head back, and I grip her collar, yanking her forward. “You’ll look at me when you come,” I command.
Her heavy eyes open, and her mouth parts, but nothing comes out as I feel her pussy clench down on my dick. So tight it takes my breath away.
I pullup to the cathedral and shut off my bike. Getting off, I notice a car parked by the entrance. A black Rolls Royce Wraith. The driver gets out and buttons his suit jacket before walking up the stairs and opens the door for me.
His eyes meet mine as I pass, and I give him a nod that he returns.
The door closing squeals throughout the vaulted ceilings. The cathedral is old, and although the Lords love flashy, they refuse to upgrade this place. They want it to be a reminder that anything they give you can be taken away at any time.
I walk down the aisle, past the pews, and see a man sitting in the front row, his back facing me as he faces the Lords altar. I see two guns sitting on it. I remove the gun from the waistband of my jeans and the pocketknife, placing it beside my gun, and turn to face the man who called me here.
William Marks sits before me. The last fucking Lord I expected to invite me here. It’s been years since I saw him last. “Bill.” His father was also a William, so he prefers to go by Bill.
“Annabelle Marie Schults.” He states his stepdaughter’s name.
“I know who she is.” I’m not going to hide the fact that I know who Charlotte really is. If he’s here, he already knows that I know.
His laughter fills the large cathedral. “I assure you; you have no clue who she is,” he states, getting my attention.
“Enlighten me.” I bite. The man brought me here at three in the morning because he wants to tell me something, so I might as well let him talk.
The smile that takes over his face tells me he’s more than willing to fill me in on what he thinks I don’t know. “Do you know the founders?”
Now it’s my time to laugh out loud. “No one knows who the founders are.” It’s to keep them protected from other members of the society.
“What if I told you that Annabelle was from a founder?”
I stiffen.
