Shackled (The Lord Series) by Carlos

Today, I'm wearing one of the dresses Tyson bought for me. The skirt falls above the knees, and I slowly inch it up. Tyson stops typing and focuses on what I'm doing. His gaze lands on my legs. It feels like he's caressing my skin. I don't want to focus on him, but my breath hitches as his eyes trail behind the hem of my dress. The tips of my fingers brush against the inside of my thighs. What would it be like to be touched like that by him? Would it feel as good as when Ansel, Jasper, or Mose caress me all over my body, or better?

I part my legs, my white panties visible to everyone. Tyson's eyes turn black with lust, and I force myself to look at the others as well-whose eyes are as black as those of Tyson.

I never had men look at this at me before. It makes me feel beautiful, powerful, and desired. I can tell these men to go on their knees and they would do so for me. When my dress pools around my hips, I push my panties to the side.

I've touched myself only once the night Ansel bonded with me. Back then, I only wanted to please Ansel and Jasper. This time, I wanted them to bow before me.

My finger slips between my folds, slowly entering me. Their hungry stares awake some hidden desires inside me. My nipples turn to pebbles. My body hums with need, and I want them to fuck me, fill me with cum, and breed me. Years of abuse have fucked me up badly if I want this, but the way they look at me as my finger moves in and out of me drives me wild. Them too.

Jasper rubs himself over his jeans, and it's so fucking hot. I never thought of men as hot until now. Handsome sure, but not hot.

The tip of my tongue traces the contour of my mouth. The heel of my palm presses against my clit.

"Touch yourself," I say to no one in particular. My guys unzip their pants and grab their dicks. Including Tyson. "This is so," hot, "crazy." "We are crazy, but about you," Jasper says.

And I believe it. In the past few days, they've shown me how much they love me. I don't know why they would love someone who's been used by some many people, but they do. Now that I'm not afraid to look into their eyes, I see how they look at me. It's not only my body that they, but my company as well. We've spent time doing things together, like talking, watching movies, playing games, snuggling, talk some more. It's strange and new and I can't get enough of what's happening. When they joke, I find it funny, and it's killing me that I can't laugh.

All these walls I've built around myself, all the promises I made to myself to never want to love again, they make me want to break them. I'm so scared that it's not going to be worth it, that I'm going to get hurt again. I can't go through the agony I've felt when Tyson threw me to the side again.

"Add another finger to your pussy," Ansel says.

Wings emerge from Mose's back as he jerks himself off. "Take off your clothes," I tell him as I want him to see wild and untamed before of me.

"You," Mose growls as he takes off his t-shirt. Ansel and Jasper do the same while Tyson continues to jerk himself off.

Mose is a demon of few words. Maybe because he stutters? But I came to understand what he meant.

I expose my tits, and the living room fills with groans of appreciation.

There's a tiny voice at the back of my head telling me that I should be doing this, but I want to feel good because I can because, for once, no one is forcing me to do something that I don't want. I can stop when I want.

Mose removes his pants, and he is gloriously naked in front of me. His hand moves up and down his dick, and I exhale slowly. I want to taste him. Blowjobs have always been degrading because I was forced on my knees in front of men and to suck them until they filled my mouth with bad-tasting cum. My guys taste good, especially Mose.

"I want to blow you," I say to Mose.

Mose growls as he steps in front of me. "Kneel." I look up at him. I don't want to get on my knees, on the floor, in front of him. But then he adds, "Chair," and I think I know what he's trying to do. He looks around and changes his mind. "Sofa." Before I can oblige him, Mose picks me up. My legs wrap around his waist, and we kiss as he takes me to the sofa.

I try not to think of Tyson when Mose sits down with me in his lap. His presence is so fucking with my mind, and I want him to leave just as much as I want him to stay. I want him to see how better off I am without him and what he's been missing all these years, but at the same time, he can do so much better. He can be with a woman who doesn't have so much baggage.