Shackled (The Lord Series) by Amy T

169. Olivia

Make her screant.

This is going to be bad.

They are going to hurt me so badly.

I scream so loudly in my head, begging them not to do this, but they don’t hear me, no one ever does. My face betrays. no expression. I learned a long time ago to school my features into neutrality.

Ansel takes me to Jasper’s room. I barely pay any attention to the house around me as I try to focus on keeping my shi t together as I feel I am on the verge of a panic attack.

Jasper passes us and opens the door to his room and turns on the light. He showed me around earlier but I can’t remember anything. All I can think about is how they are going to use my b*dy for their own pleasure. I try to retreat to the back of my mind, but the fear paralyzes me.

When Ansel puts me on the bed and removes my shirt, a low whimper leaves me.

Pull it together, Olivia. You knew this was coming.

Jasper gets behind me, his arms coming around me, his palms covering my s, while Ansel kneels between my legs, careful not to touch my toes.

“Show me your pus s y, Honey.”

My legs spread wide open and I turn my attention to the room, trying to focus on the paintings on the wall. One of them is The Garden of Earthly Delights. What a strange painting to have in a bedroom. I don’t know if it’s the real

thing or a replica.

“Look at me,” Ansel demands.

I don’t want to look at him. My gaze goes to Ansel. I don’t want to look at him. I don’t want to be here. I don’t want to

do this.

Ansel runs a finger between my folds and my b*dy tenses. “Look how beautiful you are. But you know what will be even better?” I shake my head, my gaze locked on his face. Ansel and Jasper always make me look into their eyes. It confuses me. “Seeing you so f u c k i n g wet for me, for us, your juices will drip on the bed while you tremble with need and beg for release.”

“I don’t get wet. Ever.” Ansel’s eyebrows shot up. “Some men tried but gave up rather quickly and called me frigid.”

Something flickers in Ansel’s eyes. “I don’t think you have been with the right men. All those Dukes who f u c k e d you until now with their whiskey d i c k s have no idea how to make a woman scream and moan for them. How to make her come by only looking at her.” He takes my hand into his and puts it against his hard dic k. He is big. Not like Jasper but still big enough to hurt me. “This is the answer to your frigidity. Not only my c o c k, but those of my blood-brothers as well.” Behind me, Jasper’s co c k throbs. “We will f u c k you so good we will cure you.”

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I don’t want to be f u c k e d. I don’t want to be touched. My palm rests on top of Ansel’s co c k and I move it up and down his length. “May 17o 1 ask, hoping that he and Jasper will be happy with a blow j o b. But hope is another illusion. A mirage that I once believed. Ansel groans and I open his fly. “I am really good at sucking c o c k s.”

Jasper squeeres my t i t s, letting me know he would like me to use my mouth on him until he empties his halls down

my throat.

“Sounds very tempting, but right now, you are the focus, not our c o c k ,” Ansel says. I am… what? He spits on my p u s s y and pushes a finger inside of me. It still hurts, but not like before. I try to convince my b*dy to relax, but the thought of being f u c k e d so hard I can no longer contain my tears makes me tense up. “Don’t fight this, Honey,” he says as his finger moves inside me.

Jasper rolls my n*pples between his big fingers, his l*ps peppering k*sses on my n*eck.

Don’t fight this?

Ansel doesn’t want me to fight them, so I force myself to stay still, to endure whatever they are about to do to me. Some men prefer it when women struggle. But not Ansel. He wants a docile woman.

“You’re quite tight,” Ansel says as he pushes another finger inside of me.

am? “Men always complained I was loose.”

Jasper laughs. “They probably had small di ck s. Not like us, who can fill up a woman with only the tip of our c o c k s.”

No doubt Jasper can do that..

Ansel pumps his fingers in and out of me, anger flashing in his eyes. “I don’t want you to think of others while you are with us.” His thumb rubs my c l i t, the pain slowly fading away. His fingers start to slide in and out of me with ease. My b*dy reacts in a way I never thought it would be possible again. I get wet. How is this even possible? I never-never- get wet. Not entirely true. I use to get wet for him. Since then, no matter how hard men tried, my b*dy never reacted like it does for Ansel. Why? “In fact, I forbid you to ever think of those f u c k e r s who used your b*dy only for their own pleasure.”

I don’t know if I can do that, but nevertheless, I nod.

Ansel moves his thumb fast against my c l i t, his fingers curling inside of me, and he presses his free hand on the lower part of my stomach. Jasper bites my n*eck, taking my flesh between his teeth and sucking it as he continues to play with my t i t s. No doubt he will leave a bruise on my skin, but at least this one will not be born out of pain.

Ansel has his eyes fixed on my pu s s y, a smile tugging at his l*ps.

“This is what I am talking about. You are so f u c k i n g hot. Look how wet you’re getting.” Ansel hums.

My breath catches in my throat. Liquid gushes out of my pus s y and Ansel moves his fingers fast, sliding them in and out of me fast, pressing more on my stomach. Whimpers come out of my mouth. Is it pain that I am feeling or something else entirely?

PAH

Fire, molten lava ignites inside of me. My n*pples turn to pebbles and… my head spins. What is happening to me?

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Jasper turns my head to the side and he k*sses me, our tongues meeting in the middle in a slow dance. His hand

returns to my t i t.

My hips buck involuntarily. My b*dy feels heavy and I ache for more.

What are Ansel and Jasper doing to me? I’ve never experienced this before.

“And you

you were frigid. Look at how your p u s s y is weeping for c o c k,” Ansel chuckles. “Don’t worry, Honey, I will take care of your starving little cun t.”

Jasper keeps k*ssing me and I can’t see what Ansel is doing but I hear him say, “I’ve wanted to do this for a long time,” before his thumb disappears from my cl i t, only to be replaced by his tongue. His. Tongue. He groans against my p u s s y, sending vibrations against my cl i t and I…. moan. Jasper eagerly swallows them.

Oh G o d. I moaned, it wasn’t forced and Ansel is eating me out.

This is not real. It can’t be…. I must have stepped in the Twilight Zone because men don’t like to eat pu s s i e s, they only want their coc k s taken care of.

Ansel licks and sucks my cli t before pulling out his fingers and enthusiastically laps my entrance before f u c ki n g me with his tongue. I keep moaning. Is this pleasure that I am feeling? It’s overwhelming me. I am burning. Fire k*sses my skin. Ansel keeps f u c k i n g me, his skilled tongue makes me feel… dragging me to the edge of a precipice.

Ansel is f u c k i n g me with his tongue and I love it. It doesn’t hurt and it feels so good. His tongue darts in and out of me. My a s s lifts from the bed and Ansel grabs my hips as he relentlessly abuses my puss y in the best way.

I was aware S*x is not supposed to hurt, but I never thought it could feel this good.

Ansel told me not to fight them, but something is coming and it is scaring me. I try to jerk away from Jasper, but he grabs my hair and holds my head in place as he roughly k*sses me.

Ansel’s tongue returns to my cli t, his finger enters my y, and pumps it in and out of me. My b*dy ignites. My legs start to shake.

Fingers curl inside of me, teasing a spot that makes me feel so f u c ki n g good. Fingers tease my n*pples, first one, then

the other.

My ability to think is lost. Whimpers and moans rise from my throat. My skin tingles. My b*dy shakes uncontrollably.

What the f u ck is happening?

Jasper keeps feasting on my mouth.

Ansel keeps eating my pus s y.

Something is about to happen.

My heart beast faster and faster.

I try to close my legs, but Ansel grabs my thigh, forcing them apart, and growls in anger against my throbbing cli t.

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And it happens.

I come.

It’s like my b*dy explodes and melts at the same time, stars dancing in front of my eyes. Never, and I mean never, have I felt this good. Pure bliss.

Jasper pulls his head back and looks at me as I scream, my head thrashing against him. Is this how it feels when someone has an o r g a s m? I don’t even have words to describe what is happening to me. Everything is so intense and I can’t breathe. My lungs feel like they are on fire.

Ansel circles my cl i t with the tip of his tongue and I think I come again. My hips jerk up. “Ansel,” I hear myself

moaning.

This is the second time I have moaned a man’s name. The first one was his after we made out in his precious orchard. We never took things too far but I liked it when he touched me. It always felt good, more than good, but what Ansel

and Jasper did to me felt… amazing.

Ansel lifts up his head and cleans his mouth with the back of his hand. “You taste even better than I imagined.” Licking the fingers that were inside of me, he adds, “Addictive.” To Jasper, he says, “Best p u s s y I ever ate. You should try it.”

Tears swirl in my eyes. This is too much for me to handle.

Jasper pulls me in his lap. “Little Love? Did we hurt you?”

Why is Jasper concerned for me? I blink my tears away. Why are he and Ansel doing these things to me? Making me feel good? Making me cu m? I don’t understand them.

“No.” I shouldn’t question Ansel and yet I need to know. “Why did you do that?”

Ansel furrows his brow, confused. “You didn’t like it?”

He is worried about whether I liked it or not? He has no idea… no idea of what he did to me. Of what he made me feel.

“I did. No man has ever put his mouth on me like that.”

Ansel looks at Jasper and then back at me. “No one has eaten your pu s s y before?” I shake my head.

“Eating pu s s y is the best thing in the world,” Jasper comments.

A smug expression appears on Ansel’s face. “Then I am glad I was your first to give you this experience. Told you I would make you scream.”

He did.

“I thought you were referring to making me scream in pain, I confess.

Ansel leans forward and k*sses me. “I am not a sad i st like Carlos. Hurting women kills my mood.”