Shackled (The Lord Series) by Carlos

Another hand squeezes my right buttcheek. "Time to turn this one the same red color as the other one," Jasper says. If he is the one who is punishing me now, the fingers inside me must be those of Ansel. "Don't forget to count, Little Love," Jasper tells me before spanking me.

His palm is heavier than that of Mose.

My eyes fill with tears. I bite the inside of my cheek.

Another blow. It starts to feel like my ass is catching fire. My back arches before I fall back into the initial position.

Ansel continues to fuck me with his fingers. My body might react to his touch and my pissy is dripping wet but my mind is a thousand miles away. His touch makes me feel dirty. I'm so broken, my body mistakes the punishment with kindness. No wonder I'm being punished.

"Two, Master."

Jasper must be so disappointed with me.

Smack.

I'm disappointed with myself, too. More than that. I fucking hate myself so much. I want to die so badly.

"Three, Master."

I claw the back of the chair and a splinter enters the pad of one of my fingers.

Another smack.

"Four, Master." My voice quivers.

"One more time," Jasper says.

I know before he spanks me one more time that it's going to hurt really bad. For a few seconds, I can't even breathe. The finger with the splinter throbs in pain.

"Five, Master," I somehow manage to say.

Just like Mose, Jasper also praises me. "Good girl," he says before kissing both my buttcheeks. I don't know why they call me good when it's clear I'm not. Stupid whore is what Jasper really means. That's what men always men when they speak about me.

"That leaves only me," Ansel says. His thumb presses hard on my clit. Despite my efforts, my body stubbornly laches on the pleasure produced by his touch. I hate how weak I am. I hate how the bond forces my body into submitting to him. There is something fundamentally wrong with me.

With his fingers still fucking me and his thumb teasing my clit, Ansel spanks my ass. Tears escape my eyes. Being spanked by Ansel is worse than being punished by Carlos or Jason. Is it because he is my bonded? But it is his right to correct me when I disobey the rules.

The pain I feel from the vibrator turns into pure bliss.

"One, Master."

Ansel spanks me again, harder than Jasper. "I'm not your Master, but your Bonded. Again."

"One, my Bonded." The word feels like ash. Like a lie. I never wanted to bond with him. He forced it on me.

Ansel moves his fingers harder, faster. Is he trying to make me cum again so that they can punish me even more? Why is he so cruel to me? My heart throbs painfully. What is wrong with me that Ansel wants to punish me even more? His palm hit my ass again.

"Two, my Bonded."

This time, I don't try to hold back my whimpers. Nor do I think I can. But Ansel doesn't seem to care that I'm hurting, that my soul feels like it's being ripped into two, as he spanks me again, as his thumb rubs my clit fast.

"Three, my Bonded," I cry out.

Pain and pleasure mix together and despite my efforts, I know I'm going to come again. I try to invoke some nightmare from the past but all I can feel is Ansel's fingers inside me. He is not only inside me but around me as well. The bond lets me know he enjoys what he's doing to me. What is wrong with me?

Another spank.

My legs start to tremble. More tears escape my eyes.

"Four, my Bonded," I whimper, defeated. Whatever is wrong with me, I don't think it can ever be fixed.

The last spank lands on my ass just as I come and I burst out in tears.

"I'm so sorry. So sorry," I sob. "I didn't mean to come. I swear," I cry out in fear. My body keeps cumming and I don't know how to stop it. "I'm so fucking stupid. I deserve to be punished until I learn to never cum again." "Shit," Ansel swears.

"Little Love?"

The fingers are pulled out from my pussy. The vibrator is also removed from my ass.

I'm lifted up from the chair. Thinking that they would beat me, I cry even harder, tears streaming down my face and I can't seem to stop

The blindfold around my eyes is removed, but I keep my gaze on the floor, not wanting to look at their face and see how disappointed they are with me.

"We need to take her to the bedroom and take care of her." Mose sounds... worried.

"Olivia, listen to me," Ansel orders me.

I try, but the fear I feel has me sobbing uncontrollably. Ansel says something to Mose and Jasper, but by this point, I'm hysterical and all I can hear is how hard I'm crying. And suddenly, I hear Tyson.

"What the fuck did you do to her?" He sounds so angry.

For some reason, I whimper his name. "Tyson."

My gaze finds him. He enters the house through the backdoor. He is breathing hard and his hair is disheveled like he has been running. After slamming the backdoor, he marches right up to Ansel. "Give her to me before I fucking punch you for being so damn stupid," Tyson demands.

"She needs aftercare," Ansel protests.

Tyson's eyes turn red with rage. "You think I don't know, dipshit. I saw it on the live camera. You fucking spanked her knowing she was abused, not stopping to think how that would fucking affect her. Now. Give her to me before I fucking do something I'll regret later."

"Don't fucking pretend you care," Ansel snarls.

Veins bulge in Tyson's neck. "This is not about me or you. It's about her. You are bonded to her. Stop for a moment and concentrate on how she's feeling."

"This is why I'm trying to take her to the bedroom but you are standing in my way!" Ansel clips.

"She needs to be with someone she trusts," Tyson protests.

Mose steps between Asnel and Tyson. "It's all my fault," Mose tries to lie for my sake.

I shake my head, trying to tell Tyson that that's not true, but he is not even looking at me. He is busy glaring at Ansel.

The backdoor opens once more and Rueben steps in. I shove a fist inside my mouth, not wanting to upset him, too.

"Are you fucking stupid or what?" Rueben yells. I try to make myself as small as possible.