The Sacrifice: Chapter 18

She enters my office and I look up at her dressed in nothing but a pair of cotton shorts and a T-shirt. Same thing she was wearing moments ago up in our apartment. “You wanted to see me.” Her snarky tone tells me that she’s holding back rolling her eyes at me.

“Come here.” I stand and push my chair back, giving us both enough space to do what I have planned.

She walks over to me, and I grab her hand, bringing her around the desk and spinning her to face away from me. “Hands behind your back,” I command, and she takes in a deep breath, dropping her head but doing as she’s told.

I remove my belt from the loops of my jeans and wrap it around her wrists to hold them in place. Placing my palm on her back, I push her facedown across the side of the desk. I hook my fingers into her white shorts and pull them down her legs along with her black thong.

Opening the desk drawer, I remove the two things that I need and pop the top of the lube. I squeeze enough over my two fingers and rub them up over her pussy to her ass. She jumps, her body making the desk rattle.

“Do not move,” I order, pressing my free hand on her back to hold her down.

“Please, Tyson.” Her breathing has picked up as she begs. “Don’t—”

“I’m not fucking it. Not yet,” I inform her, and she whimpers. “Just relax, and it’ll slide in much easier than if you try to fight it and tense up.”

“What will slide in?” she rushes out.

I don’t answer. Instead, I push my thumb against her ass, and I hear her start to cry. I pour more lube over it, making sure to coat it so much that it’s running down her pussy and inner thighs. I push my finger into her, feeling it opening up for me.

“Tyson,” she cries, her body still trying to fight me. Her tied hands clenching.

I remove my finger and enter it again, giving her a few seconds to get used to it before I push a second one in. “You’re tense.” I remove my fingers and slap her ass cheek hard enough to make her yelp in surprise and leave an instant handprint.

“I can’t help it,” she whines.

“Spread your legs,” I order, needing her to open up more for me.

When she doesn’t do as she’s told, I pull her from the desk, her back to my front. I reach around, gripping her chin and whisper in her ear, “You’re going to get on your knees and place your cheek on the floor with your ass up in the air. Do you understand, Lake?”

She softly cries but nods the best she can. I let go of her to see what she does, and she steps to the side of the desk, slowly gets to her shaking knees and bends over, placing her ass up in the air.

“Spread your legs. Wide open for me, little darling.”

Quietly crying, she spreads them for me, and I fall into my chair and place my shoes inside of her calves on the floor, to hold them in place, and pick up the lube. I place some more on my fingers and begin the process once again of getting her ready for what I’m about to do to her. She cries, body rocking back and forth, but she stays open for me. Taking it, knowing there’s no way out of what I have got planned for her.

Removing my fingers, I watch her body relax as if it’s over and pour the lube over the butt plug. I begin running it over her ass and push the tip in, and her crying gets louder. “Almost done, Lake,” I tell her, bending over in my chair and pushing a little more in each time. “You’re doing so good, little darling.” My free hand rubs her ass cheek, then slaps it, making her yelp.

I push it halfway in and hold it in place. “Rock back and forth,” I order.

She pulls forward and slowly pushes back against it. “That’s it, Lake. Fuck it. Show me that you want it.”

Whimpering, she repeats the action and this time, I push against it, forcing more into her. She arches her back, her legs trying to close against my shoes, and I slap her outer thigh with my free hand as I push it in farther.

Watching the tapered tip disappear into her ass has my dick hard. I’m not normally an anal guy, but this needs to be done. If I’m being honest, I prefer a mouth over a cunt. There’s just something about a woman on her knees, drool running out of the corners of her mouth while she gags on your dick that turns me on.

But what I’ve got going on with my wife isn’t like any other woman I’ve fucked in my past. I will use every part of her. Over and over. To the point I don’t have to tell her to spread her legs, open her mouth, or put her ass up in the air. She will just know which hole I want to use, and she will beg me for it.

Sitting back, I look over the black silicone butt plug in place. It’s not big by any means. It’s not meant to stretch her wide enough to take me just yet. That’ll come later.

“You may stand,” I tell her.

She lowers her ass, closing her legs, and stands. Turning to face me, she has her head down, her hair covering her face. I rise from my chair, pushing the long bleach-blond strands back and cupping her cheeks to force her to look up at me. “Go shower and get cleaned up.”

Her bloodshot eyes meet mine. “How long do I have to keep it in?” she asks softly.

“Until I take it out.”

She sniffs and nods once in understanding.

“You’ve got two hours to get ready,” I inform her. I’m not really sure how long it’ll take her. I know some women take more time than others. But now she’s got everything she’ll need to do her hair and makeup since her stuff was delivered today.

Her brows pull together. “The club doesn’t open for another four.”

“We’re going to dinner.”

“Tyson?” she gasps, realizing what that means. “You can’t expect me—”

“I do, and you will.” I interrupt whatever she was about to say, knowing exactly where she was going with that argument. “Now, go get ready. I’m going to finish up here and then I’ll be up there.” Letting go of her, I sit down, dismissing her.

LAIKYN

I make my way out of his office on shaky legs. Is this what they call the walk of shame? I’m having trouble catching my breath, I’m so embarrassed about what he just did to me.

I can feel the plug inside me. It’s not uncomfortable, just awkward. My body wants to push it out. My thighs and legs are slippery from all the lube he used to make it fit.

Making my way into the apartment, I close the door and go straight to the bathroom to start a shower. He said I had two hours to get ready for dinner. He has something planned, but I don’t think Tyson Crawford does anything that isn’t intentional.

I get undressed and turn to face away from the mirror and bend over because I can’t not know what’s inside me. I run my finger over the black rubbery base and jump when it’s pushed inside of me.

The urge to remove it is strong. My hands are shaking and sweaty. But I know if I do, I’ll get in trouble. Punished. I could always take it out and put it back in myself before he gets up here, but I’m not sure I have the strength to place it back in myself. It doesn’t hurt right now, but it did when he pushed it inside me. Plus, I don’t have any lube.

Shuffling from foot to foot, I know I have no other option. This is where he wants me. Uncomfortable and humiliated. Letting out a deep breath, I open up the glass door and start getting ready.

I’m in and out of the shower in less than fifteen minutes. The longest part was scrubbing all the lube off my skin. It felt oily and didn’t want to come off, even with the amount of soap I used.

Standing in the bathroom, I’m leaning over the countertop putting on my lipstick when I see Tyson enter. My breathing instantly picks up. I’m not sure if it’s fear or anticipation. He’s steered clear of me most of the day other than when he had me meet him in his office. I have a feeling that’s how this marriage will be. I’ll only see him when he needs me.

If I’m that lucky.

Trying to avoid his stare, I keep my eyes on myself in the mirror, but I can’t help but feel the plug in my ass. Reminding me that it’s there.

He comes up behind me and hooks his fingers into my shorts, and I drop the lipstick from my hand. It hits the counter before rolling onto the floor. Closing my eyes, I take in a shaky breath. I expect him to fuck me every day because he told me to meet him in his office before every shift, but I figured he’d wait until after our dinner. Guess that’s stupid for me to assume it’ll only be once a day. Men like Tyson need to be serviced as often as possible.

My pussy is still so sore, but my clit is throbbing. It’s like it’s begging for punishment. And the plug in my ass has me wet.

My cotton shorts drop to the floor at my bare feet, and a whimper escapes my lips. He runs his hands up the back of my shirt, pushing it up in the process, and he leans over, kissing my back tenderly and making a shiver run through my body. Tyson Crawford is good. I’ll give him that.

When the shirt tugs on my underarms, I take the hint and raise my arms, letting him lift it over my head. I go to turn around to face him, but he stops me.

“Bend over,” he commands, and I do as he says, knowing there’s no other choice.

My naked body lies across the cold surface while he stands behind me fully dressed. “How’s it feel?” he asks, his fingers pushing on the plug, making me whimper.

“Like you give a fuck.” The words come out before I can even process them. It grants me a slap on the ass cheek that makes me yelp in surprise. The lingering sting has my pussy clenching.

He grips my freshly dried hair, jerking my head up off the countertop, and slams his hips into me, pinning me to the sharp edge and making me hiss in a breath. The plug pushes deeper inside my ass. “Tyson—”

“Just wait until I start fucking that mouth, Lake. You’ll think twice before you open it.”

I swallow at the threat, and he pulls his hips back from my ass just enough for him to reach between us. The sound of his zipper being lowered makes my breath quicken. The head of his dick is at my entrance moments later. No foreplay. I didn’t earn that. One thing about Tyson is he doesn’t need me. He wants me for some sick plan that I’ll never know the secret to. I’m a toy to use, to fuck, to get him off and I hate how much my body likes it.

My breath is taken away when his large cock spread my sore pussy wide open. He’s so big, it hurts. “Feel how wet you are, Lake?” he asks. “How much your body likes being used?”

I hate how turned on I am from the plug, his words, and the way he wants me. It shouldn’t be this way. I should be repulsed by the very thought of him and me together. I should be screaming nonstop and fighting him. Make him take it from me. But I’m bent over the counter, biting my tongue to stop myself from making any noises to show him how much I like it.

There’s nothing soft about how he fucks me. His hand in my hair holds my head up so I have nothing to do other than look at myself in the mirror while he pounds his cock into my pussy and my hips into the side of the counter.

The sound of our bodies slapping fills the room and my lips fall open, a moan escaping that I can’t hold in. Don’t want to hold in. My eyes grow heavy as they watch him in the mirror. His are narrowed as if he’s angry with himself. Or maybe he’s mad at me. It doesn’t matter. Every time he thrusts forward, he pushes on the plug. I feel so full. The combination of pleasure and pain takes my breath away while my soaked cunt tightens around him. The sound of his heavy breathing and grunts turns me on even more, and I’m reminded how much I hate myself over the fact that I actually like this vile man.

I’m so close, my body climbing that high that is right there…but shoves his hips forward one last time, and he pulses inside of me, filling my pussy with his cum. I didn’t get to. Again, it’s not something I earned. I’m sure he just wants me to feel him dripping out of me while we sit at dinner.

Pulling out, he lets go of me, and I drop my cheek to the cool surface of the countertop, trying to catch my breath.

He pulls up his jeans. “Your outfit is on the bed.”

I push myself up and slowly stand to turn and face him. “You picked out my outfit?” I’m not surprised. Like I said, I’m a doll to him. Something to show off to the town.

He doesn’t answer and I walk out of the bathroom to the bedroom to find a dress, underwear, and heels laid out for me. y brother’s words come to mind. At least he has good taste. But of course, he was talking about the other guy I was supposed to marry.