Shackled (The Lord Series) by Carlos
413. Olivia - Wedding night II

It doesn't matter. All the pain, suffering, and heartache doesn't matter anymore. Not when I'm loved like I never dared dream about, as I've never thought was possible.

Ansel captures my mouth with his lips, shattering my ability to think. His teeth scrape into my bottom lip before letting go of me, leaving me eager for more.

Tyson opens the buttons all the way to my lower back before he slowly pushes the dress down my shoulders. His fingers keep touching me, making me tremble with need. The sleeves go down my arms, exposing more of me. This night they won't only fuck me. They will worship me. Such a thing has never happened to me.

Tyson keeps pushing down my dress until it's past my waist, and he lets it slide along my legs until it pools around my feet, leaving me in a set of matching white laced panties and bra.

Their touches and words make my pussy throb. I want them to fuck me already.

Rueben lets out a low whistle. "You even put on matching lingerie for us," he approves of what he's seeing.

That obvious is it?

Tyson kisses my back, his lips scorching hot. If this...prelude goes on for much longer, I think I'm going to explode.

Jasper takes my right hand to his mouth and sucks on my fingers.

"Oh!" I breathe.

"Are you wet already, Beautiful?" Mose asks.

My pulse quickens. If only he knew how damp my panties are.

Rueben inhales deeply. "She is. I can smell her arousal," he says before sinking to his knees. "These panties will be my most prized possession," he growls before kissing my clit through the thin fabric.

I'll let him jerk off with all my panties if he stops talking and fucks me with his tongue. I would much prefer his cock, because I'm so horny, but tongues are good too.

Rueben keeps kissing my pussy, while Tyson's lips caress my back. Jasper is nipping on my fingers, and Mose and Ansel are toying with my nipples.

It feels like I'm a rock in the middle of the ocean, waves of pleasure crashing into me from all sides.

"Please," I beg when I can't stand all the teasing anymore.

"What do you need?" Ansel asks. As if he doesn't know.

I pucker my lips before replying, "More."

Rueben sucks my clit. The panties do little to protect me from the assault of his mouth and tongue. My knees turn weak. I want his fingers deep inside me, while he continues to work on my clit. "More what?" Tyson asks before taking my flesh between his teeth, biting gently.

They are not going to stop until I give them an honest reply. Not wanting to prolong my suffering, I say, "More of your mouths, fingers, tongues, and...cocks."

Jasper kisses my palm. "You want our cocks?"

"Jasper," I say, hoping he won't force me to beg for their cocks.

Rueben kisses my hip bone. "Tell us what you want, Baby, and we will give it to you."

"I want to be fucked until all I can remember is all of you inside me," I reply.

I shouldn't think on my wedding night of what was done to me in the past, but it will take many years for me to forget, to not remember anymore. Being with my guys is so therapeutic; their touches heal me, eliminating traces left behind by those who took from me without permission.

Rueben stands. "The only ones here are us."

I nod because he's right. I refuse to let the past in the sanctity of our bedroom.

Rueben presses his lips to my cheek. "Such a good girl," he coos.

I whimper. God. I love it when they tell me I'm a good girl.

"On your knees, wife," Tyson says. "Show us how you'll suck us on the day of the Piercing Ceremony."

I hate getting on my knees in front of a man. It's so degrading. But not with my guys. With them, it's so hot, especially when I have them down my throat, and they beg me, "Don't stop!"

I lower myself to my knees, my gaze fixed on them.

The guys get closer to me while unzipping their pants. I reach out my hands to help them get their rock-hard cocks out. Their manly scents make me so wet my juices are running down my thighs. "Hands behind your back!" Ansel snarls.

My body obeys them even before my brain registers the order.

The tip of my tongue darts out of my mouth, eager to taste them. They jerk off while looking at me. I wait like that, with my mouth open while they keep jerking off. After a while, they take off their clothes.

Ansel removes the belt from his pants, folds it in half, and hits my tits with it. He's never done so before and the sting takes me by surprise. My eyes go round with shock.

"Don't look at us like that," Ansel says, slapping my tits again with the belt. "We are not punishing you. Just rewarding you for being such a perfect girl for us."

Panic threatens to rise inside me, but Ansel doesn't give me time to freak out. He squats in front of me. His hand comes around my neck. His other hand keeps slapping my tits. "You want to please us, right? To make us happy?" I nod. "Then let us love you."

I never understood how pain can be associated with love, but I trust them.

The tip of my tongue traces the contours of my mouth. "Just...don't hurt me."

Ansel kisses me. "Remember the promise I made you."

*Never again.*

That's what he told me the night Jasper and he made me orgasm for the first time. So far, Ansel has kept his promise.

"I trust you," I whisper.

Ansel buckles the belt around my neck before getting to his feet. He is going to control my movements this way. I get even more excited. My nipples turn to pebbles. Do I like to hand over my control like this? No. It can't be. "Only for tonight, let us have absolute control," Ansel demands. He doesn't wait for my reply. Instead, he says to Tyson, "Tie her hands."

My back is to Tyson so I can't see what he's doing, but my ears pick up the sound made by his belt. I whimper with...anticipation. Why am I so excited to be used by my men like a sex toy? Because they will fuck me mercilessly while I scream out my pleasure along with their names.

It would be so easy to let them take all the control and do what they want to me. But is it really something I want?

If I truly trust them, then I shouldn't have any problems letting them take absolute control of me.

"Are you scared?" Tyson asks as he binds my wrists together.

I hesitate to reply because I don't know.

Ansel replies for me while his hand goes between my legs. I gasp when his fingers rub my clit. "She's so wet, her juices are dripping on the floor. She likes to think she's in control, but deep down, she's just a little whore. Our little whore," he makes it clear while he pushes my panties to the side and pushes three thick digits inside me. His thumb presses against my clit, and I come so fast it takes me by surprise. A long moan is ripped from my lips as my pussy clenches hard around Ansel's fingers. "See?" Ansel sounds just as smug as the first time he made me come.

I should hate being called a whore, but Ansel isn't using it as an insult but to show that in bed, they get to fuck me like the whore I am for their cocks.

Ansel's fingers pump in and out of me, his thumb rubbing my clit in a circular motion, prolonging my orgasm.

"Please, my Lords," I beg because one orgasm is not enough for my greedy pussy.

Ansel stands and wraps the belt around his palm until it strangles me. It's been a while since our last breathplay. "Tongue out," Ansel orders as he wraps his fingers around his dick.