Total pages in book: 180
Estimated words: 168587 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 843(@200wpm)___ 674(@250wpm)___ 562(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 168587 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 843(@200wpm)___ 674(@250wpm)___ 562(@300wpm)
I got Whitney Minson.
It wasn’t all that hard, really. I watched her, followed her. Made her see me. Want me. Crave me. I made sure to put myself in every aspect of her life for the past three weeks.
For three years, I’ve had to get myself off. Now she’ll be the one doing it. This very reason is why they make us abstain from sex until our senior year. They want to reward you for your loyalty. What’s more rewarding than saying here, take this girl and fucking use her however you want?
Three weeks ago, I was up here on the second floor of the Cathedral with my hands cuffed and head shoved into the water. But this time, I’m standing in it. It comes up to her chest and I watch her nipples harden behind her white dress. I push her hair back, my fingers lingering a little longer than I should, just taking in the way her breathing picks up. I love the smell of fear.
“I vow.” Her voice trembles as much as her body does against mine.
Her arms are tied behind her back with a zip tie so she can’t fight me when I push her under the water. “You vow,” I announce.
“We vow,” we both say at the same time.
I grip the back of her dark hair so tightly she gasps, making her lips part, and I shove her down into the water—it’s to cleanse her from past sexual partners. A chosen should be as clean as her Lord.
She’s gasping for breath and coughing when I pull her up. I grip the hem of her dress and yank it up all the way to expose her body to the Lords below. She’s not wearing a bra or underwear. I prepared her beforehand. Told her what we must do in order to be together. For me to make her mine.
Grabbing her waist, I spin her around so the front of her body is against the glass that faces the Lords below. Wrapping one arm around her waist, I pull her hips back and use my free hand to grab my cock. I push into her pussy and start to fuck her in front of everyone, knowing that I’ll get to do this all year. Of course, I have ulterior motives as to why I’m here with her today, but only I know that.
Her soft cries and heavy breathing fill the large building. I slap my hand over her mouth, silencing her. Right now is all about me. She’s mine to fuck. A chosen one is a slave to her Lord like the Lord is a servant to his society.
My teeth grind, my breath hitching, remembering how fucking good pussy feels. It’s like I’m getting it for the first time again.
My least favorite place to fuck is in water, but when you’ve been deprived of something that brings so much pleasure, it’s earth shattering.
I feel my balls tighten, and I can’t help but come. Not able to hold out, I don’t care if she got off.
The vow ceremony is to show ownership over our chosen. Not please her.
Pulling out, I remove my hand from her mouth and yank her from the water. We’re both dripping wet. I leave her dress pulled up, exposing her body to my fellow Lords as I walk her down the staircase where we go to sit in the front pew. “Eyes on the floor,” I order in her ear, and she drops her head like the good slut she is.
We’ll wait until every last senior has completed the vow ceremony for their chosen. I’ll take her home and use her all night long. However I want.
Come tomorrow morning, I’ll tie her facedown, naked, with a gag in her mouth and a blindfold over her eyes and leave her there while I go to my classes—pretend they matter. All while livestreaming it to my phone from all the cameras I have set up in my room, just like I was instructed to do.
Make it public.
Use her, fuck her, claim her. She is mine to use as I see fit. Typical chosen, really. Most Lords treat their chosens like slaves. But it’s what I’m supposed to do when I’m not with her that’s so important.
It’s a distraction. Watch me do this while I’m really doing something else.
SIX
TYSON
THREE YEARS LATER
My father always says life is made up of choices, depending on which one you pick, will determine what you get out of life.
My hands curl around the metal railing, looking down over the four-story nightclub. Blackout is a consequence due to one of my life choices.
I was supposed to be a powerful Lord, wear a three-piece suit every day, run a multibillion-dollar company, marry the Lady my parents wanted through an arranged marriage, have kids and a dog. All of that bullshit we’re forced to do to appear “normal” to the public eye.