I had left my keys in the car, along with my purse and phone he starts it up and drives us away from the building. HE PUTS ME in my passenger seat and gets in the driver’s seat. “Let’s go,” I say and grab her arm, leading her around the building and to her car parked out front.

I yank her dress back down into place and bend down, picking up her underwear before sticking it into my pocket. I undo the cuffs, and she lets out a soft cry before pulling her hands around to the front. She will know hell, but for now, I shall be her devil. We are training these women for a higher power. I was trained by a fellow Lord, and Ty taught me what was expected. Whatever I do with her behind closed doors is a different story. The ritual is crystal clear on how we treat our chosen during the vow ceremony. If she had said no, I would have tightened them too. But in all honesty, it was setting her up to fail. When she said yes, I couldn’t show any weakness, so I tightened them. I had asked her if they were too tight in front of the Lords. There’s a little bit of blood running down her hands from them cutting into her skin, and they’re blue from lack of circulation.

I inspect her wrists and hands before I undo them. She cries out and stumbles forward in her heels, but I hold her. I walk behind her and grip her upper arm, pulling her to stand. She drops her head and lets out a soft sob knowing she’s being freed from the unforgiving metal binding her wrists. Satisfied with her obedience, especially with her lack of experience, I stand and reach into my back pocket, pulling out the handcuff key. Slowly, I pull them out, letting her lick them clean once again. When done right, a mouth can feel better than a pussy. Her lips close around my fingers the best she can, and her tongue wraps around them, making me groan when she sucks, wanting it to be my cock inside of her mouth again.

The ritual by shantel