SWNOVELS The Sacrifice: Chapter 62
He reaches down and undoes the buckle to the gag. Pulling it out, I gasp as the drool runs out of my mouth. “Tyson—” I yank on the ropes that have me tied so tight that I’m unable to move other than rocking forward to back.
“You’re hogtied, Lake,” he says, reaching his hands out to cup my face, and I lean into it. “You’ve been kidnapped. And must be restrained so you can’t run away.”
I moan, and he smiles. “You want that, little darling? Want me to set you free and chase you down?”
“Yes,” I answer, and my voice sounds as desperate as my body feels. My tied thighs are soaking fucking wet from what he just did to me.
He chuckles. “I’ll add that to the long list of things I’m going to do to you over the next fifty years of my life.” My face falls to the table, and I wiggle my tied arms, it pulls on my legs. His hand grips my hair and yanks my head up, making me cry out. His free hand goes to his jeans, and he unzips them before pulling out his pierced dick. He’s hard. My pulse races as my pussy throbs, and my lips fall open without even being told. My jaw is already sore from the gag, but I don’t care. I’m in desperate need to be used.
“That’s a good girl, little darling. I’m going to fuck this pretty face of yours until you’re crying big, beautiful tears. Then you’re going to swallow.”
I stick my tongue out like a needy slut as he holds his cock just inches from my face. I can see the precum on the tip, and I ache to lick it. The cold table and room have my nipples hard, the rope around my chest rubs against my breasts, and I fight to relieve the pressure in my limbs. It’s all too much. I feel like I’m about to come just like this. Tied up and on display for my Lord.
“Aren’t you?” He lets go of his dick and slaps me.
I gasp at the sting on my face, but my tied thighs are coated in my own wetness. “Yes,” I breathe, trying to nod my head but can’t since his other hand is still tangled in my hair.
“Good girl.” His hand goes back to his dick, and he slowly strokes it. “Now open wide and cry for me, Lake.”
I do as I’m told, my neck cramping from the position he has me in, but it’s long forgotten when he slides his cock into my mouth. I suck on the tip, practically begging him to give me more.
“Fuck, little darling.” He groans as he pushes forward.
I open up for him, and he hits the back of my throat, making me gag, my body jerking. He pulls out, and I gasp in a breath before he pushes back into me. The force making my body rock back and forth on the table.
He holds it in place, his cock so large it fills my mouth and constricts my breathing. I’m gagging as tears fill my eyes. I fight the restraints, trying to move away, but he’s got me pinned, right where he wants me.
Pulling all the way out, I swallow before sucking in a deep breath. He slaps my face again. “Don’t fucking close your mouth.”
I nod the best I can and blink as the tears clear my blurry vision, falling down my cheeks.
He slides back into me, gentler this time, and I moan around him. The vibration making him let out one of his own. His hand in my hair tightens, and the one guiding his dick into my mouth moves underneath my neck, gripping it tightly. “I’m going to fuck you now, Lake, and you’re going to take it like the fucking needy whore you are.”
If I could talk, I’d say yes, sir. But I can’t, so I lie here on a table inside of a cathedral, tied down and face fucked as if I’m a sacrifice to a high power. And you know what? I don’t even care. I’d gladly serve my Lord because that’s what a Lady does.
TYSON
I come down my wife’s throat and pull out. The cathedral fills with the sounds of her soft cries and gasps for air. I don’t even give her a chance to recover before I stick the ball gag back into her mouth, fastening it in place.
Her body is slick from sweat and shakes uncontrollably.
I place my hard cock into my jeans and zip them up before grabbing what I need. “Smile for the camera,” I say, holding up the cell phone.
Her watery eyes widen, and she shakes her head before she gives up the fight, and I take the picture. Lowering the phone, I make sure to take a close-up of her face to get the tears that run down her cheeks. She’s been in this position for well over thirty minutes now. I can hear her whimpers as she struggles with the rope.
I take one more, then slip the hood over her head. She screams through the gag, her small body struggling even more with the darkness.
I press record and walk around the altar, making sure to get every inch of her naked, tied-up body. I get close to her face so my hand isn’t in the video and yank the hood off before I pull back and get a good look at her. Then I end the video.
She lowers her head to the table the best she can and breathes heavily through her nose. I pocket the cell and place my forearms at the edge of the table, lowering my lips to her ear. “I’m going to tie you up like this later, and I’m going to stuff that tight cunt with a vibrator and your ass with a butt plug, and I’m going to sit back and watch you drool all over yourself while you come over and over.”
My wife moans.
I reach out, wrapping my hand around her throat, pressing her collar into her neck, and smile at her heavy eyes. “You’ll love it, little darling.”
She blinks, fresh tears running down her cheeks. I lean in and kiss them. “Maybe I should leave you here a little longer.”
She shakes her head, and I laugh. “It’s not up to you, is it, Lake?”
Blinking rapidly, she speaks unintelligible things around the ball gag. Reaching up, I grip her long dark hair at the top of her head and yank it back, making her whimper. I lower my face to hers. “Just because you’re pregnant doesn’t mean I’ll take it easy on you. I’m still going to fuck you like the whore I know you to be.” The thought of her carrying not only one but two of my children turns me on so fucking much.
I can’t wait to tie her to our bed at home and fuck her until she’s begging me to stop and then holding her in the bathtub, washing her body for her when she’s too weak to do it herself. I want to bring her breakfast in bed and help her get ready for the day. But then I also want those gorgeous blue eyes to cry for me while my cock is buried inside her. Taking her however I want, whenever I want.
Her heavy breathing continues to fill the quiet cathedral. The Spade brothers may be Lords but they were not placed out in the world. They run Carnage like a prison. It’s their own personal city. They have a smaller replica of the Cathedral where the Lords hold all their rituals and traditions. It came in handy for my plan tonight.
Cupping her face, I say, “Look at me.” Her watery eyes lift to meet mine. “Are you wet, little darling?”
Nodding, she sniffs, and I bet if the gag wasn’t in her mouth, she’d beg me to fuck her. But instead, I place the hood back over her head, securing the drawstring in place.