Shackled (The Lord Series) by Carlos

My eyes narrow as I quietly observe Mose, Jasper, and Ansel. My face is a mask of neutrality. After years of practice, not showing any feelings became like second nature to me.

A bead of sweat rolls along Jasper's temple. I pretend not to notice. Mose looks relaxed while Ansel winks at me.

From the sofa, Tyson keeps an eye on us. His fingers move fast over the screen of his phone. He's been hanging around us the entire day while typing. I've been ignoring him the entire time, as I have for the past few days. I know that I've hurt him deeply with what I told him the last time we spoke. I was too emotional and too tired, and I said things that I don't believe.

I don't blame Tyson for what happened with Spencer. It was my father who wanted my son dead. I took all my pain on Tyson because I was tired of being the only one suffering.

I want to take back the heartache that I caused him, but I don't know how. I don't even know if he wants to talk to me. So, I keep quiet.

Mose puts his cards face down on the table. "Everything," he says, pushing all his money into the middle of the table.

"Mose is the best at poker; prepare to lose," Tyson says without taking his eyes off his phone.

I know he's talking to me. When we decided to play poker, Ansel and Jasper warned me about Mose, but I never played poker with someone, just on my phone, when I was younger. To be honest, I barely remember a thing about rules and how to play it, but I wanted to have some fun since the past few days have been quiet, and I decided to fake it till I make it. Since I returned to the farm, I mostly spent the time in bed, cuddling with my guys-Ansel, Jasper, and Mose, as I now think of them and watching movies. It got boring fast.

"I'll win," I decide. "The loser gets to wash the dishes."

Jasper flashes me a grin. "I'll take my chances," he says, putting his face cards on the table. "I'm in," he says, sliding his money across the cold surface of the table.

"I'm in, too," Ansel says. "Honey, what are you betting? You have no money," he smirks.

"It's not my fault I don't have a job," I huff.

Tyson looks at me for a second before returning to his phone. "You've always been my muse. It's time to make it official. We can negotiate your salary when you want." I'm Tyson's muse?

My heart beats faster. Why do I always fall for Tyson's charms?

"By muse, you mean that you get to bend me over your desk when you feel like it? I'll pass," I say coldly. I don't want to be a bitch to him, but I can't seem to get my guard down and let him back in. "I'll make dinner for the entire week," I propose.

Mose was the one in charge of meals, but his demon is not that fond of cooking. The rest of the guys are taking turns going to Mose's restaurant to take care of business and preparing the food at home. I offered to help, but they put a bowl of popcorn in my arms and sent me to watch TV. Being in charge of dinner sounds like a good bet.

"We can always order pizza," Ansel says. "How about you finger yourself for us?"

Sex is still not my favorite thing in the world, but I don't hate it anymore. I still have to suck cocks or ride them, but the guys love making me cum several times before they finish. Enjoying myself while being fucked is still something new, and at times, it can be overwhelming. Even so, I prefer my guys over being hurt or in pain and used like a sex toy by men in the Celestial Heaven. With my guys, sex is never painful.

I put my cards on the table. "Deal."

"Show us the cards," Ansel says to me.

I slowly turn my cards face up. "Flush," I say proudly.

"Not bad," Jasper says, "but I have a Full House."

I frown because I thought Flush was better than Full House. I would have checked on the internet, but I still don't have a phone or a computer of my own. Tyson still hasn't returned to me the phone Alma gave me and I haven't built up the courage to ask about it.

Ansel shows his cards next. "I have Four of a kind. I can't wait to see how you pleasure yourself."

I have the feeling that I might have bitten more than I bargained for.

Mose flips his cards up. "Win," he grins.

"Royal Flush. Did you cheat again?" Jasper wonders.

Mose flips Jasper the bird before grabbing all the money from the table.

I'm not a poker expert but if Mose cheated, what stopped the rest from doing the same? Tyson warned me, but I didn't listen.

"I can't wait to see your fingers in your little pussy," Ansel hums. "When you cum all over them, I'll lick them clean for you."

"I'll clean your pussy of your essence," Jasper offers.

Why did I agree to touch myself in the first place? Ah. Yes. Because had been playing for a few hours and when I asked to join, they immediately let me. Besides, it might lead to my pussy being eaten, which is slowly becoming my favorite sexual thing done to me. And my guys are always more than eager to spend hours with their faces buried between my legs.

"How sweet of you all," I say as I push back my chair.