The Sacrifice: Chapter 24
I sit on the end of the bed, naked. It wasn’t easy getting myself undressed, but I managed. It’s hard to breathe with this large collar around my neck. He placed a lock on it so I couldn’t get it off.
The apartment is dead silent, other than the pounding of the music below in the club. The bedroom light is on so he can see what a good girl I’m being. I’m fucking shaking at what he made me do to Bethany. A part of me thought it was a victory. The other part reminds me that she’s working for my father. She’s going to tell him what happened, and he’ll find a way to punish me too.
It’s never-ending. At least Tyson gets me off. I’d take his punishment over anyone else’s.
The sound of the apartment door opening and closing has my breathing picking up. He enters the bedroom a moment later and I stare straight ahead, unable to look him in the eyes.
“You lied to me,” he says.
I say nothing. It wasn’t a question. I lied because I thought that was my only option. Telling on Bethany wasn’t going to do me any good.
“Lie on the bed. Facedown,” he commands.
I turn around and crawl onto it, lying on my stomach, praying that he doesn’t spank me. I’m still too sore. But that’s the point, right? Punishments aren’t supposed to feel good. Even though it’ll hurt, I’ll still get wet. Hell, I’m wet now. I’ve been soaked all night. He’s already trained my body to want him. To beg for him.
I hear him behind me in the bathroom and the closet. He comes back moments later and doesn’t even bother to tell me what to do this time. He just does it himself.
He spreads my legs far apart, and I feel something wrap around each ankle. I pull on them, but he’s tied them, wide open. I groan, pushing my face into the comforter.
The bed dips as he gets onto it. He straddles my lower back and grabs my arms, pulling them behind me. I have to arch my neck due to the high collar, and I realize he’s not going to take it off.
My breath hitches when the cold metal wraps around my wrists before they click into place. They’re tight, and I twist my wrists just to test them out. They’re the real deal.
He gets up off me, and I feel his fingers between my spread legs, making me jump. He pushes two into me and starts to roughly fuck my cunt.
I moan, my body rocking back and forth on the bed the best it can. I try to lift my hips to give him better access but that’s hard to do in my position. He removes his fingers and I sag against the bed only to feel them back in moments later.
Pushing my pussy open, I feel something slip inside, and I begin to pant when a soft buzzing begins. “Tyson.” I bury my face into the comforter so I can lift my hips.
He grips my hair and yanks my head back, making me cry out. His face now by mine. “You’ll lie here until I get back, Lake.”
I whimper. He’s going to leave me like this. “I’m … sorry.”
“You won’t lie to me, little darling. Otherwise, you get fucked. And not the way you like.” He lets go of my hair, and my face falls to the bed once more.
Without saying another word, he turns off the light and shuts the bedroom door, leaving me in complete darkness.
TYSON
I’ve just sat down at my desk when the door opens, and I look up to see Bethany enter. She looks worse than Lake did earlier when she came in crying and wobbling.
“You didn’t cover all of your tables,” I inform her, letting her know I was watching on the cameras.
She sniffs, walking to the couch and sitting down on it. She whimpers, getting off her feet.
“Come here,” I command, and she bows her head. Using her hands, she pushes herself up off the couch and makes her way over to stand beside my desk. I grab the key and unlock the cuffs; she falls off the side of the heels onto her ass to the floor.
With shaking hands, she reaches into her pouch and pulls out her tips from tonight. “I’ll … bring the rest … tomorrow,” she chokes out through her soft sobs.
I count the cash. She only made three hundred tonight, further proving my point that she passed most of her tables off. “You’ll bring me your tips after every shift until they’re paid for,” I inform her. Bringing money from home isn’t going to count.
She nods, getting to her shaky feet. “Yes, sir.”
“Get the fuck out of my office and go home, Bethany,” I order, and she hobbles out as fast as she can.
I close down my office and make my way back up to the apartment. Turning on the bedroom light, I find her right where I left her. Tied facedown and moaning into our bed. “Miss me, little darling?” I ask, removing my belt from my slacks.
She doesn’t answer me. Instead, she buries her face into the sheets. I smile and undo my slacks. I remove them along with my boxer briefs and button-up.
I tied her so her legs are wide open, each ankle to each bedpost of the footboard. Reaching out, I grab her thighs and pull her toward the edge. “Bend your knees. Ass in the air,” I command.
It takes her a second to get where I want her, but she manages with my help. She’s making whimpering noises in this position, considering that the posture collar around her neck is probably making it hard to breathe.
“Let’s see how wet you are.” I tug on the vibrator, pulling it free from her cunt and she cries out, her body sagging now that she can finally relax.
I position myself between her legs and grab my hard dick. I slide it into her soaking cunt and start fucking her hard and fast. Her voice rings out into the room.
Grabbing her hair, I yank her head back and fuck her into the bed like the whore I’m turning her into.