Total pages in book: 266
Estimated words: 250787 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1254(@200wpm)___ 1003(@250wpm)___ 836(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 250787 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1254(@200wpm)___ 1003(@250wpm)___ 836(@300wpm)
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 pull up 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.
He smirks. “Now I have your attention.”
“Bullshit.” I push off the Lords altar and turn around and pick up my gun and pocketknife.
“I promised her father that if anything happened to him, I’d protect her.”
“Well, you failed.” I turn back around and shove my gun into my jeans, ready to leave.
“I tried to come up with reasons as to keep her from being initiated, but her mother wanted her to be great.” He does air quotes. Getting to his feet, he walks over to the end of the Lords altar. “Have you heard of an offering?”
I snort. “Of course I have.” All Lords are required to watch at least one offering. It’s to desensitize us—a woman being stripped naked and tied down to the Lords altar and then offered up to other Lords—and tells the men that they are what’s important. Women are nothing in our world.
“Have you heard of a breeder?” he asks.
“Sounds pretty self-explanatory.” I know several Lords who have that kink.
He smirks. “Follow me.” Turning, he begins to walk up the far-right staircase to the top floor where the vow ceremony takes place every year for the ritual. I follow him to the second-floor balcony.
I come to a stop when I see the woman I wasn’t aware was up here. She’s tied up, of course. Face down with her ass and cunt exposed. Head completely covered with a hood that’s buckled around her neck, and by the sounds of her muffled screams, she’s gagged.
Walking over to her, I see she’s got a butt plug in her ass and another one in her cunt. Bruises cover her pale skin. Some look like they’re from belts, others from hands and fingers.
“She’s a breeder,” Bill says, looking down at her. “She failed her assignment.”
“What do you mean by her assignment?” I’ve never heard of a woman having one in our society until Charlotte told me she was given one.
“She’s from a founder.”
My body tenses as his words start to make sense.
He nods down at her. “See, Haidyn. A woman who fails her assignment after she’s been initiated into the Lords isn’t completely useless. They may have failed, but they still have something to offer.”
“What if they can’t have children?” I inquire.
He laughs as if that’s an absurd concept. “I guess it’s possible, but the Lords take matters into their own hands to make sure they are able to reproduce. Supplements are given…”
“So I’ve heard.”
“She’s twenty-one.” Same as Charlotte. He begins to walk around her. “Her first session was tonight. She’ll remain tied here like this for at least forty-eight hours. Ass up in the air stuffed with a lockable plug so the Lords can’t use it. And her cunt plugged to retain all their cum. It will be removed for her next session in the morning. Once her forty-eight hours are up, she’ll go to the clinic where she will be closely monitored twenty-four seven until she has a positive pregnancy test, and a DNA test will determine which lucky Lord was successful.”