The Sinner (L.O.R.D.S. #2)

by Shantel Tessier

Mr. Taylor had two of his best friends over who just so happen to also be his business partners in his multibillion-dollar company. He had slipped something in his wife’s wine that night, drugging her to the point she passed out. He then let his two friends tie him up in a chair, naked, facing their bed where they tied up his wife and raped her. He had set up a recorder earlier that day, and he could not understand why she didn’t want to watch it with him the following morning. He figured since she had willingly let other men fuck her before, she would be okay with letting his two business partners have their turns with her.

Her husband had committed suicide. He went home after their last session and shot himself in the head on their bed, where he had given her up like an offering to a cult.

Her husband was the one who betrayed her, yet she felt responsible for his death.

But then he told me that my eyes were so beautiful that he wanted to cut them out and place them in a jar in his room so he could look at them every day.

It made me wet.

I want toxic. I want madness. I want someone who makes me question my sanity.

People look down on women who have multiple partners, but it’s acceptable to have a tobacco addiction that can kill you.

In a world of everything costing a fortune, an orgasm costs you fucking nothing.

“I’ll take your seat, Elli,” Sin tells me. His voice instantly has my pussy wet, my thighs clenching.

This is my worst nightmare come true.

I’m a sex doll. A toy to be fucked.

Who wants to be choked, slapped, and treated like a piece of meat?

😅🤚🏻

Sinful, sinful little demon. You are my light like the devil is to freedom.

When I experience a massive overload of adrenaline, I get turned on. I get off on the unknown.

“The devil’s pet,” another voice answers.

And I hate how wet I am right now. I try to rub my thighs together to get some friction.

Carve my name into her body so every damn man knows she belongs to me and that I’ve waited all of my life for this. For her.

I sit beside her and run my thumbs over her freshly pierced nipples.

“Tomorrow morning, you will drop her from your class.” This son of a bitch sits at his desk while she stands in front of his class reading off her deepest, darkest desires, and then he fucks her in secret.

The devil is here to claim his little demon. She’s all mine.

His hand goes to my soaked cunt. “This belongs to me now.” He

She’ll bleed for me, come for me, and beg. She will crave to please me.

She tastes like the ocean, and I’d gladly drown for her.

I don’t want to come, not yet, but it’s inevitable. She feels too fucking good.

You’re going to love being my pet, little demon.” She whimpers at my words,

Hell, even the fact that she has written about the man in the mask making her come pisses me off because she doesn’t know it’s me.

It’s tender and would seem loving if I wasn’t duct-taped in a bathtub while the water level rises.

I know what he’s doing and where this is going, and fuck, I want it.

I’ve been writing in diaries since I was a kid. It was about what I heard my mother and her clients talk about. Situations they found themselves in or wanted to be in. My fantasies have just gotten darker and darker over the years. I had to get my desires out, and I had no one that I could talk to them about. So I chose to write them.

It’s not long enough for me to lay flat, so I pull my knees up for room.

Something about risking my life while handing someone else all the power turns me on.

No one ever tries to take on the devil because they know they have no chance of winning.

They don’t give a fuck. No questions asked, and the best part is that they don’t want to know your life story and how you’re hung up on your sister's best friend.

open it up and press call. It rings once, twice, and on the third time, it stops. I hold my breath, waiting for him—the man in the mask—to speak, but there’s only silence.

But Sin? He’s a Lord. I’ll never be anything to him. I’m just something he can control. The fact he got me kicked out of class says so.

I’m fucking pissed. Jealous of myself that she didn’t call Sin.

Bro, you’re crazy . And like it .

It fucking killed me to make her wait,

Has she been crying this entire time?

She’s come to need him more than anyone else in her life because I allowed it.

“Who hit you?” I don’t have to hide my voice because I don’t recognize myself.

“For saving me,” she whispers, and my chest tightens, the rage turning into guilt because I know exactly what she means.

What did your dad do to you baby? Is that why you needed the masked man? The man that killed him?

That’s why she’s attached to this version of me. The realization hits me that I might have to play two roles longer than I wanted to.

She’s known Sin since we were kids—the guy she’s always had a harmless crush on, and she let me use her for one night. But the masked man—he’s her savior. She’s emotionally attached to him. And no amount of orgasms Sin gives her will break that bond.

Today is a man who has a fetish for role-play. He likes to pretend his girlfriend is a stranger. They go to a bar separately. And then he walks over to her, buys her a drink, and ends up fucking her in the bathroom stall while his wife is at home with their children.

The door slides open and out steps my mother’s new husband.

So he’s not your dad.

He gives me a soft smile. “That’s a good girl.” His hand drops from my hair to my leg, and I jump. “It’s okay, Elli. If you keep my secret, I’ll keep yours, deal?”

He scoots closer to me, his leg now touching mine. His black slacks are rough against my skin.

Sin didn’t kill him soon enough . I’m so sorry Elli.

“Why don’t you call me Daddy.”

I should have read the triggers. I hope this doesn’t go into detail.

was a living nightmare. One I didn’t understand until years later.

That was the first time he ever touched me. Years later, I’d willingly given him my virginity.

💔😭 You poor girl