The Sacrifice: Chapter 16

Fuck, she’s smarter than I thought. Or I’m being dumber than usual. Either way, that can’t happen again. I gave her control. I felt it and so did she.

I’m supposed to be manipulating her, not the other way around. She wears the collar, and soon the leash, a gag, and this club will be her cage. She’ll be the doting wife begging for attention. Not me.

I run the towel over my hair as I enter the master suite. I open the nightstand and grab what I need out of it. Placing all three items on the bed just as I hear her turn the shower off.

For someone with no experience, her willingness to try something new was refreshing. She didn’t want to beg to suck my cock, so she tried a different tactic. I don’t like that it worked. But she deserves the small victory that it was. If I reward her for good behavior, she’ll be more willing to make me happy.

She enters the bedroom and comes to a stop when she sees the items on the bed. “Drop the towel and come here,” I command.

Her eyes narrow on me, but she does as she’s told. The towel falls at her feet, and my eyes fall to her cunt. I want to taste her so bad right now. Even I can’t deny the fact that my wife makes me hard. She’s addicting in the worst way. I love to hear her moan my name and beg me to let her come. Fuck, I love it when she’s needy.

She walks over to me, and I gesture toward the bed. “I want you facedown with your ass in the air.”

Her breath hitches and she looks up at me, eyes now wide with concern. Her tongue comes out to run across her lips nervously, but all it makes me think about is her sucking my cock. “Ty—”

“Now, Lake,” I interrupt her. She thinks I’m going to fuck her ass. I reach out and push her wet hair off her chest so I can see her breasts. Her nipples are hard, and I see her soft skin covered in goose bumps. She’s cold, water still dripping off her. “You’ve earned a reward, little darling.”

A smile spreads across her pretty face before she masks it, and I like the way her eyes light up with happiness. She crawls onto the bed, and I grab her ankle to stop her from going too far because I’ll be standing right here on the side of the bed. “I want your feet at the edge,” I tell her. “No need to go to the middle. I want you to lay across it.”

She places her chest and face on the bed and spreads her knees wide, showing me her shaved cunt and ass like the needy slut I’m making her. The shower got her all worked up. It’s amazing that just yesterday she was crying and trying to hide her body from me, and now she’s practically begging me to touch her.

I reach over and gather her wet hair off her back. “Sit up for a second,” I say, getting a thought now that I see her in this position. She does so, her back to me. “Place your arms between you and the bed. I want them underneath you and your hands down by your feet.”

She thinks about it for a second and then lays her arms down her chest and stomach before lying down once again.

“That’s it. Good girl.” I open the nightstand and grab something different from what I originally wanted.

Looking back at her, I grab her wrist by her leg and pull it farther down to where her hand is by her foot. The position pushing her legs farther apart. I pull off the end of the duct tape and hold her wrist to the inside of her ankle, wrapping the duct tape around the two, taping them together.

“Tyson,” she whimpers, her ass lifting up in the air only to push it back down.

I rip it off once I’m satisfied she’s not going anywhere. Then I go over to her other wrist and ankle, doing the same. Once done, I stand back and look at her. She’s fisting her taped hands, her body rocking from side to side, trying to loosen the tight spot I’ve got her locked in.

I toss the tape to the floor and step up behind her, running my hand over her pussy. She jumps, and I push my finger into her. She cries into the bed, and I thrust a second one into her cunt. “Does that hurt?” I ask her, not caring if it does. I’m committed at this point. Even if it hurts, she’s going to come.

“Yes.” She pushes against me. “No.” Her voice changes to a moan as she shifts on the bed, and I smile.

I pick up my pace, pushing them in and out of her harder, faster. She’s rocking back and forth the best she can, and she cries out when I add a third, opening her up. I reach over and grab the Bodywand and turn it on. The sound of buzzing fills the room.

I place it on her clit, and she jumps. “TYSON!” My name rings out, and I rub it against her clit while my fingers continue to fuck her.

Pushing the dial, I turn the wand up a little more and she wiggles, her body thrashing and gasping. Her hips rock back and forth as if she’s fucking my cock. She’s screaming my name into the mattress in no time. I knew it wouldn’t take her long. She’s never played with toys before.

I turn off the wand, toss it to the floor next to the tape, and step back, removing my fingers as well, watching the cum drip out of her pussy. I run my knuckles over it and bring them to my lips, sucking on them, tasting her like I wanted. “Fuck, you taste so good, Lake.”

She lies there with her ass up, shaking uncontrollably, gasping. I place my thumbs on either side of her pussy, opening up her cunt. Leaning over, I’m unable to stop myself, and I run my tongue over her pussy, licking up her cum like a starving man.

“Ty-son,” she whimpers my name.

I push my face into her, sucking on her throbbing clit, feeling her try to pull away from me as she screams. I grab her thighs and dig my fingers into her skin, holding her in place, knowing I’m going to leave reminders tomorrow of what I do to her tonight, but I don’t care. She’s mine to mark. To claim.

I fuck her with my mouth and fingers until she’s crying out my name once again and she’s coming in my mouth while I devour her like she’s my last meal, loving the way she tastes like a peach—sweet and oh, so juicy.

Standing, I open the top drawer and grab a knife. I cut the tape, freeing both of her wrists from her ankles, and she stretches out, softly crying at how sore her body is from being bound so tight. She needs to get used to it.

That was just a quick reward. I’m looking forward to putting her in uncomfortable positions and watching her come over and over while she begs me to stop. I’m going to show her what her body was made to do.

She rolls over onto her back and her heavy eyes look up at me. Leaning over the bed, I place my fists on either side of her head and lower my lips to hers. I kiss her, pushing my tongue into her mouth and she doesn’t pull away. She’s too exhausted; her body has no fight left in her. My tongue meets hers and she sucks on it, making me groan into her mouth. My cock is hard once again. But that’s all she gets tonight.

Pulling away and standing, I walk over to the door and go to flip off the light when I see her now sitting naked on the side of the bed. Her eyes dart around the room. “What are you looking for?” I ask.

She crosses her arms over her large chest as if I haven’t already seen her naked and looks up at me through her long dark lashes. “I don’t have any of my stuff here.” When she licks her lips, I refrain from smiling since I know that she can taste herself on them. She adds at my silence, “Like clothes or anything.”

I only allowed her to wear one outfit from what her mother packed and left her bag at the Minson Hotel for a reason. I wanted her father to find the suitcase and know exactly what I’m doing with her. “You’ll sleep naked,” I inform her.

Her shoulders slump. “I need clothes—”

“Your things will be delivered tomorrow,” I interrupt her. The stuff I think she’ll need anyway.

She nods and gets up on shaky legs and starts to walk toward the bathroom. I step away from the wall and grab her upper arm, bringing her to a stop. “What are you doing?” I can feel her body still shaking against mine from her orgasms.

“I’m going to clean myself up,” she replies softly.

I place my hands on either side of her face. “You will do no such thing.”

“Ty—”

“You’ll sleep next to me, your husband, naked, with cum between your thighs.” She inhales sharply. “Do you understand?”

Nodding, she whispers, “I understand.”

I allow her to pull away, and she crawls under the covers. I flip the light off and do the same thing, leaving some space between us. I interlock my fingers behind my head and stare up into the darkness, smiling to myself.

Part one of my revenge is complete.

LAIKYN

I lie on my side, my back to him, trying to get my breathing under control. Once again, my body is shaking, and I’m soaked between my thighs.

I should be embarrassed at how quickly he’s turned me into such a slut. I pushed my pussy into his face and practically begged him to let me come. I needed it. My body craved it. When I felt his tongue on me, I about lost it right then and there. Then the vibrating toy? I couldn’t stop the wave that washed over me. Then I didn’t want it to stop. Even now, my nipples are hard and my pussy still throbs.

Tears prick my eyes, and I sniff. Pulling my knees up to my chest, I pray that he’s fallen asleep and can’t hear me cry like a little bitch. I don’t even know why I’m upset. I mean, it’s been a long day and I’ve got a million things to cry over. I’m just not sure which one it is right this second.

My mind wanders back to the hotel room after the wedding. Has my father seen it? Does he know we were only there for a few hours? I knew that my father would see that I had bled for Luke, but Tyson? It was so messy. Blood everywhere. The thought of him seeing it makes me want to vomit.

I close my eyes and take in a deep breath. Speaking of Luke, what happened to him? Is he dead? My guess is that Tyson killed him. That’s why he went missing before Tyson showed up at the Cathedral and forced me to marry him. Even though I didn’t want to be with Luke, it doesn’t mean I wanted another dead body on my conscience.

The sound of a cell ringing fills the room, and I open my eyes when Tyson shifts in bed.

“Hello?” he answers, getting up. “Yeah…” He trails off, not wanting to speak any further with me lying next to him.

I watch him exit the bedroom, but he leaves the door open as he walks down the hall to the living room, out of earshot so I can’t hear his conversation.

Who would be calling him this late? Early? Blackout didn’t close until three in the morning. Then we cleaned up the club, plus our shower. The sun has to be coming up soon, if it’s not already.

I sit up and reach for the nightstand to look at the time but realize I don’t have a phone. I left the Cathedral immediately after the ceremony. My phone was in my purse in the room where I got ready. I left it all behind. If I can’t have clothes to wear, I highly doubt he’ll allow me any communication to the outside world. He wants me secluded. One hundred percent relying on him for everything.

Not like I have anyone to call or text anyway because I’ve never had any true friends. My mother can’t save me, and my father has made it very clear where he stands. The only person who could potentially be on my side is my brother. And I can’t even trust him anymore. My father will make sure he doesn’t help me. He controls everyone in our family. He has the power.

“I’ll call you when I get up,” Tyson says. His voice gets closer as he walks down the hall back to the bedroom.

I shut my eyes and lie as still as I can, listening to him set his phone down and get back in bed.

The last thing on my mind is why he left the room to take the call.

True to Tyson’s word, I woke up this morning to him ordering men around in the living room who were delivering my things. Now, it was only clothes and bathroom essentials. I didn’t get my king size bed that I love or any of my furniture. But it’s all replaceable, right? People get their entire lives taken away in a matter of minutes in house fires and have to start over. The fact that they got out alive is most important, right?

Now, I’m not comparing my life to a house fire. I’m just trying to convince myself not to cry that I’ve got a rock on my finger, given to me by my sister’s ex-boyfriend, and that he’s making me his personal whore.

Everything is fine. I’m fine.

I walk out of the bathroom from hanging some clothes up in the closet when I see a black box on the bed. Tyson stands next to it at the dresser, putting on his watch. He looks up, seeing me in the mirror, and turns to face me. “Open it,” he orders, nodding to the bed.

Picking up the box, I push the lid open and pull out a cell phone. My eyes shoot to his, and he walks over to me. “What happened to my cell phone?” I wonder, knowing this isn’t it.

He doesn’t answer. Instead, he pulls it out of the box and hands it to me. “It’s already been charged.”

I swipe the screen and see the background is of us standing in the Cathedral at the altar in front of the Lords’ table. “Who took this?” I ask.

Again, no answer. It was probably Ryat. He was the only one there who Tyson actually liked. Going to my contacts, I growl, “You’re the only name in my phone.”

“I’m the only person you need to call,” he replies simply.

I throw the cell onto the bed and cross my arms over my chest. “What about my family?”

He gives a rough laugh. “Yeah, you won’t have any contact with them.”

“Tyson,” I growl.

He walks over to me, and I stiffen when he reaches out and wraps his hand around my throat. It’s not tight enough to restrict my air, but it pushes the collar into my neck. “Do not contact them. I will know and you will be punished, do you understand?”

“But—”

His hand tightens, and I stand up on my tiptoes, my hands gripping his wrist in a silent request to let go of me. He doesn’t. “They don’t give a fuck about you, Lake.”

His words are spoken softly, but he might as well have yelled them in my face because even I can’t argue that. “Like … you do.” I manage to get out through gritted teeth.

He pushes my back into a wall, slamming me into it, knocking what little breath I have left in my lungs out of it. “Go ahead, little darling. Communicate with them in any way, and I’ll show you just how much I care.” He releases me and steps back.

I rub my sore neck and begin to cough as tears fill my eyes. Without another word, he leaves the room. Picking up the cell, I sit on the edge of the bed. I have no doubt that he has an app downloaded that tells him every person I contact on here.

Refusing to contact him for anything, I place the phone in the top drawer of the nightstand and head back to the closet to finish putting away my things.