“Ellington?” my professor snaps, and I look up at him. He straightens his already straight tie and nods to the podium. “You’re up. And we are now running behind schedule.”
Numbly, I reach out and grab the notebook and get to my shaky legs. Ever so slowly, I make my way to the front of the room. I turn to face the audience, my eyes on the notebook. My nose is running, and I rub the back of my hand across it.
“Um …” Licking my lips, I open the book and take a deep breath, knowing I can’t escape it. This is my worst nightmare come true.
The hem of my black minidress is shoved up my back to expose my ass to them. My fishnets are being ripped, and my thong is shoved to the side.
Fingers enter me, not even bothering to check if I’m wet, and I shift on the bed at the discomfort, mumbling unintelligible words around the metal gag that rests behind my teeth, keeping my mouth open.
They pump in and out of me so hard that it forces my body to rock back and forth on the bed. The rope wrapped around my wrists pulls on me even more.
I can’t move or fight. This is how they prefer me—tied up and helpless. Forced to take whatever they want to give me.
The leash connected to my collar is pulled on, lifting my head, and I know what’s coming. The head of a cock enters my mouth next, pushing saliva out of the corners.
I can’t hear due to the headphones over my ears. I can’t speak, and I can’t see because of the blindfold. I’m a sex doll. A toy to be fucked.
This is what I signed up for.
The fingers are removed from my cunt and replaced with a dick. Hands grip my hips, his knees rest against my tied legs, and he shoves into me, holding me in place while the other cock fills my mouth.
Over and over, they each fuck me before the one fucking my pussy stiffens and comes inside me. Pulling out of my cunt, I whimper around the cock fucking my mouth. I didn’t come. But it’s never about me. Just them.
He pulls on the collar, taking what little breath I had left away, and shoves himself down my throat. I gag, and he pulls out, coming all over my face. I taste some on my tongue and feel it slide down my chin before he slaps me. When he lets go of me, my head falls onto the bed once again, and I’m lying in sweat and cum.
A fresh set of knees hit the back of mine and then a finger is in my ass. I moan, tears running from my covered eyes. Someone grabs underneath my neck, lifting it. The cock that just fucked my cunt is shoved into my mouth because I can taste myself on him. He’s rough and pinches my nose. If I could see, I’m sure my vision would go black.
I lie here as they each take my ass, pussy, and throat. I never get to come. It’s all about them. And I’m the dumb toy who lets them do it over and over.
I close the notebook and stare at it, refusing to look up at the classroom. I read over my words on autopilot. Knowing them by heart. My voice was shaking as bad as my knees are right now. And my breathing is erratic. My heart pounds so hard that my chest aches.
Someone starts clapping, slow and loud. It’s Sin. I know it. But I refuse to look at him. Then someone follows, along with another—his two best friends.
They might as well be laughing at me.
“Good job… as always, Ellington,” my professor says, clearing his throat. “Millie, you’re up.”
“No.”
My eyes snap up at the sound of Sin talking to the professor.
“No?” Mr. Hamilton questions.
Sin slowly rises to his feet and turns to the room. “Class is over for the day.”
Kids jump to their feet, grab their belongings, and practically run out of the room. Students take this class for a filler. It’s for an easy grade. They fuck off and get in their daily nap. So if they can go home and do that instead, they’ll take it.
“Wait a minute,” Professor says. “Get back here,” he orders, but half the class is already gone. Which is quite a bit, considering how small it is to begin with. We don’t even have twenty students in this class.
“You too.” Corbin jumps up from his seat. “Out.”
“This is my classroom,” Mr. Hamilton argues.
“Not today,” Sin informs him with a smile.
My eyes go back and forth while standing at the podium, my head turning to look between the two, trying to figure out just what in the fuck is going on. But I know whatever the guys have planned, the professor can’t fight it. They always win. The professor might be a Lord, but the fact that he works at Barrington tells me he doesn’t have as much power as other Lords.
My parents didn’t shield me from the ways of the Lords. I wouldn’t say I know everything about them, but I know enough.