Shackled (The Lord Series) by Carlos

Rueben is right. So is Jason. I'm so stupid I can't follow one simple order. Don't cum. So simple. "I'm s-sorry," I whimper.

Tyson growls. "I'm not going to ask again. Because if I do, you'll be choking on your teeth."

"Tyson, let us make this right," Jasper says.

"Don't fight me over this because I fucking swear I'll cut all your hands before you can touch her again," Tyson grits his teeth. "Just give her to me!"

Reluctantly, Ansel hands me over to Tyson. I cling to him and bury my face in the crock of his neck, my tears wetting his skin.

"I'm going to take care of you," Tyson says as he walks out of the kitchen and takes me to his office and locks the door behind us. He sits on a sofa and puts a blanket around us. "You did well."

I shake my head. More tears escape my eyes, landing on Tyson's neck. He rubs my back while letting me cry, rocking me gently back and forth, helping me calm down.

"I screwed up everything like I always do. Mose prepared a lovely dinner and what did I do? Cum when I was specifically told not to do it. I'm so fucking stupid."

Tyson has me look at him. He frowns before cleaning my face with a corner of the blanket. "You're not stupid. Also, Jasper, Mose, and Ansel didn't spank you because they were angry at you." "But they punished me. Surely, they must be angry at me. What is wrong with me?"

Tyson grabs my face between his palms. "There's nothing wrong with you."

"There must be because I keep getting punished even when it's not my fault. I didn't want to cum but I couldn't... I couldn't..."

I choke on my words and Tyson pulls me back into his chest.

"It's alright to cum and to enjoy yourself during sex."

I shake my head. More tears swirl in my eyes. "No, it's wrong. I learned my lesson. It was better when my body never reacted to what men did to me. It was better when I was fucked until blood ran down my legs." "Look at me!"

Shouts come from the kitchen.

"I'm sorry," I whimper as I drag my gaze to his face.

Tyson's tone turns gentler. "Olivia, you did nothing wrong. Ansel, Jasper, and Mose were enjoying themselves too much and failed to realize you were having a panic attack. They didn't spank you because you had an orgasm but because they wanted you to have as much fun as they did."

"How could I have fun when I was being punished? They meant to harm me, not to enjoy myself."

Tyson cups my chin. "They didn't mean it like that. You see, Mose...has some kinks. Spanking is one of them. It can be used as an erotic punishment."

How can a punishment be erotic? "I don't understand."

Tyson sighs. "Then let me show you," he says before kissing me, taking me by surprise.

I want to stop him, instead I return the kiss.

After what just happened, I should be repulsed by his touch, by any man's touch, but Tyson knows how to kiss. I melt in his arms. His tongue strokes mine. His fingers flips my hair over my shoulder and his lips descend to my neck. He bites my flesh and sucks it while his fingers pinch my nipples to the point of pain. But it also feels good enough to encite a moan from me. Moaning for Tyson makes me feel even dirtier.

Tyson lifts his head. "Does it feel good?" I nod. "But does it hurt?" Another nod. "Even if I'm causing you pain, I'm also making you feel good. It's the same with spanking."

It's not the same to me, but it's best to stop talking about it. I clean my face with the back of my hands.

His palms cup my tits.

"I should get you cleaned. You still have traces of food all over you."

Not wanting to waste more of Tyson's time, I say, "I'll leave then. Probably, the others are waiting for me to apologize for how I reacted."

"You're not leaving. And most certainly, you won't apologize for reliving some trauma. Besides, you are staying with me tonight. I did say I'll take care of you. Your ass needs some ointment."

I bite my bottom lip. My ass hurts but I can endure it. "You warned me about stepping inside your office. And why would I want to spend the night with you?" My chin trembles. "Will you hurt me again?"

"No. And I want you with me because you are scared."

I jab my fingers into his chest. "I don't believe for one second that you won't hurt me. Also, you didn't give a shit about me all these years. Neither did Rueben or Ansel. Suddenly you do. Right. After what you did to me in the shed, I'm more scared of you than I am of Ansel, Jasper, or Mose." Tyson is quiet. Probably because I'm right. "You hate me. And that's fine. It's not like I'm your biggest fan, you know. I'm a stupid bitch, remember?" "Olivia "

Tyson tries to tell me something but something snaps inside me and I need to get this off my chest.

"I know why I'm here to spread my legs wide open and to smile at the camera so that you and your blood-brothers can take down my father with the help of my pussy. I'm not delusional to think that I paid for my sins and I'm finally allowed to have a happy ending."

"You are not here for that." His tone is calm but he doesn't fool me. "I mean, that was the plan before, but not anymore."

I snort. "And what am I doing here then?"

"You already know."

"No, Tyson, I don't."

A bang on the door interrupts our come to Jesus moment.

"Go the fuck away!" Tyson yells.

"It's me," Rueben's voice comes from the other side of the door. "I want to see if the Slutty Nun is alright."

Rueben worried about me? It makes no sense.

"Just what I needed," Tyson grumbles but puts me on the sofa before I can stop him and goes to open the door for Rueben.

I wrap the blanket around me, trying to make myself invisible.

Rueben steps inside the office, his eyes shooting daggers at me.

"As you can see, she is fine. You can leave now," Tyson impatiently tries to get rid of Rueben.

But Rueben doesn't leave and enters the office, and starts to pace around. Tyson locks the door once more and waits for Rueben to say something. So do I.

After a few minutes of awkward silence, Tyson says, "If you only came here to walk around, you can go ahead and patrol the farm."

Rueben stops for a second and looks at me, then at Tyson. "Back in the kitchen, I felt her anguish. I don't know what to make of that."

"You know what's going on, but you are too stubborn to admit it," Tyson sighs.

Bile rises to my throat. I have a bad feeling about whatever Rueben is about to say.

I cover my ears just as Rueben says, "She can't be our soulmate. She can't! I refuse to accept it."

**hi everyone. I know you are getting impacient about the secret, trust me, I want to get everything out but I still need to lay out some stuff before that happens. I still have a few more scenes planned before we dive into what happened. enjoy the ride with me because it's going to be wild.**