The Ritual

Reaching out, he grabs the underwear. With his free hand, he grips my chin and pulls it up off my arms, forcing my neck to arch back at a painful angle. Without saying a word, he shoves the underwear into my mouth, and then I hear the tape being ripped off. He slaps it over my lips, securing the underwear in my mouth like earlier. At least they’re not drenched in water this time, but they’re still damp.

He gathers all my hair and holds it at the base of my neck, still yanking my head back. “A chosen one must understand patience.”

I try to adjust my already aching body, but nothing even budges an inch.

“She must understand obedience.” His free hand comes around and grabs my neck, his fingers digging into the skin while taking my air away.

My body jerks, trying to fight it on its own, making the chains rattle and the bed shake.

“And she must understand that her body is no longer hers.” He kisses my cheek and releases my throat. My face falls to rest on my arms again, and I take in a deep breath through my nose.

His hands touch my inner thighs, and I jump. “Every touch, every kiss, every ounce of pleasure your body receives will come from me.” He softly runs them upward, and his thumb pushes into my still sore pussy.

I moan, pushing against it, my body humming. Heart hammering, I can feel my pulse racing.

“You will not even touch yourself.” Pulling his thumb out, he then replaces it with two fingers, pushing them all the way in to his knuckles, and it hurts so good. I whimper and tears begin stinging my eyes. “If you disobey, you will be punished, little one.”

I try to twist my hips as his fingers move in and out slowly. I know he’s taunting me, making me wet and needy. Removing them, I hear him drop to his knees. And then his warm, wet tongue runs along my throbbing pussy.

I moan when he licks it. His hands come up to my ass, and he grips my cheeks, pulling them apart. I tense as his tongue continues to slowly move higher. I start trying to tell him to stop, but it’s just mumbled nonsense while I yank on my restraints as hard as I can to no avail.

His fingers dig further into my cheeks when his tongue slides over my puckered ass. Then just as quickly, it’s gone. He lightly kisses it with his lips before letting go of my ass cheeks. But I don’t relax. I’m more tense than before.

No, no, no, I shake my head. Matt and I never did anything back there. He never tried, but I wouldn’t have let him anyway.

Ryat chuckles at my unease. “There is no need to fight it, Blake.” Slapping my cheek playfully, he adds, “I’m going to own that too.”

RYAT

I ENTER THE cathedral, checking my watch. They maybe have an hour left.

Taking a back pew, I slide in and sit down, fanning my arms along the back of it. A rule of the Lords is that you watch your brothers accept their chosen ones. Otherwise, there wouldn’t be a need to be present. You can’t show ownership to an empty room. Plus, it makes all the younger members hungry. Reminds them why they have to abstain from getting their dick wet for three years.

I look up at the loft and see one of my brothers in the water. He’s got a black hood over his chosen one’s head while he fucks her from behind. She’s completely naked, her fake tits pressed against the glass side of the square tub, and her hands are also cuffed behind her back.

Makes me think of Blakely. I left her tied and gagged to my bed to return here.

He comes and yanks her out of the pool. With them out, I can see just how low the water level is now. It’s not even waist-deep. Fucking in a bowl will do that. The water has to go somewhere.

“Where’s your girl?” Gunner asks, coming to sit in the pew in front of me. He turns in his seat to look at me.

“Not here,” I state. It’s none of his goddamn business where she’s at. I made sure to lock my bedroom door so no one can get to her. And I gagged her for that exact reason. I don’t want someone hearing her in there. The Lords may be here, but there is still staff there. Now that the seniors can actually use their dicks, it’ll be nothing but fucking orgies. They’ll pass their chosen ones from room to room while having other women join them. “Where’s yours?” I counter. He picked her best friend, Sarah.

“She’s passed out in my trunk.” He smiles.

“How many more are there?” I ask, looking around the room. All the freshman, sophomores, and juniors are still seated in their masks and cloaks.