AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Oakley and Jett go to a wall with a cabinet and open it up to display an array of whips and shit. My heart beats erratically as I watch them choose different objects. What the fuck? Are they actually going to do this and make me watch? I begin to struggle and scream through the tape. A few times, the chair almost tips as it topples on two legs.
Jet comes over and rips the tape from my face, “What is it, Lina?”
I glare at him and then over at his two friends, “If any of you touch that bitch, I'm done. I will fucking leave, and you will never see me again. I didn't sign that contract to sit here and watch you get your fucking freak on with one of your many whores!” My chest is heaving as I try to catch my breath from struggling.
“All you have to do is say it, Kitty Cat, and all this stops.” Oakley walks over and caresses my cheek.
“Say what?”
“Admit that your business is our business,” Oakley squats down in front of me and runs his hands up and down my thighs, “You see, Kitty Cat, it isn't the sex we want from you...well, at least it's not the only thing we want from you.”
Jett comes from behind, sliding his hand over my shoulder and grabbing my breast as he leans into my ear, “We want your mind too, Lovely Lina,” he bites my neck until I cry out, “We want to own your fucking soul.”
I'm wet, and without my thong, the wet jean material now rubs against me, not helping the situation much. When I look over Oakley's shoulder and see Fynn standing behind him, I see that Lara is no longer here. It's just me and the Lords, and the three of them look like starving wolves.
“Wait!”
All three stop when I call out. The Sinners stand over me, ready to pounce with their feet spread shoulder-width apart and their hands fisted at their sides, waiting to hear what I will say next. The only problem is that I'm still trying to figure out what to say. I just need a moment to get my bearings.
“I...”
“You what, Kitty Cat?”
“I...need to get back to the Sorority House.” I find the coward's way out, but it doesn't matter because they aren't having it.
Shaking their heads, Jett is the one to speak next, “You're not going anywhere, Lovely Little Lina. I think it's high time you find out what it means to be owned by the Lords.”
“You said that’s why you had me sign the contract,” our conversation is coming back to me now, as well as the one I had with my father, “We all know that's a lie. This has been planned since we were kids.”
When I look at all three, why do they look as though I'm crazy? They had to have known that I would find out eventually, right? I lick my dry lips while waiting for one of them to respond, but they remain quiet as well.
“Yes, I know all about the agreement between our fathers when we were younger,” I state, but my voice cracks slightly at the end.
“What are you talking about, Lina?” Jett looks confused, “I know we used to play together, but I know nothing of an agreement.” He looks over at his two friends, who look just as lost.
“Y-Yeah, right,” I stutter a little because now I'm second-guessing myself. They seem to not know what I'm talking about, but that can't be. Why else would they target me?
“We really don't know what you're talking about, Kitty Cat,” Oakley states, “Is that what you were upset about earlier? Did your dad tell you this?”
I was wrong, they really don't know, and now, I may have just given them something they can use against me. Well, it doesn't matter because they already own me, but at least the contract has an expiration date. If they follow what our fathers have planned, they have me indefinitely.
“Forget I said anything,” I try changing my tactic, “I read you guys wrong, is all.”
They all scrutinize me, then Fynn shakes his head, “No, you know something Little Saint. We just discovered that we all used to play together as toddlers, but we haven't been told anything else. There is something there because we are being pushed to keep you safe, and your father told you to come to us. So,” he leans down and gets right in my face, “I'm going to ask you this one time, and if you lie to us, you're going to be in so much trouble.”
Again, I wet my dry lips, nervously this time, “W-What is it?”
“Did the Provost tell you that it was agreed upon between our families that you are to be ours?” he asks slowly, making sure I hear every word.
“Does it really matter? You already had me sign the contract...”
“Fuck yes, it matters!” Fynn scowls in my face.
“Why?”
I need to know what difference it makes, whether I'm theirs because our families said so or because it's per the contract. The real question is, will it make my life easier with them, or worse if it's because of our families. I want to know, and yet, I don't... I'm nervous to hear the answer.
“I need to know the truth because something isn't making sense. If you are truly ours because our families deem it so, why did my father warn me to be careful with you? He said that your father was his friend and that he didn't want to piss him off.”
