The Ritual (L.O.R.D.S., #1)

by Shantel Tessier

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.”