The Sacrifice: Chapter 33

I’m feeling pretty good after the day I’ve had. I don’t know what it is about getting your hair done that puts you in a good mood, but after so long of feeling like someone else, I feel closer to who I once was.

I pull up and bring my new car to a stop in the back parking lot of Blackout. I wasn’t sure if using Tyson’s card would work. One, I didn’t think the guy would let me use it, and two, I didn’t think it’d be accepted.

It’s white with black leather. I went with the most expensive one they had on the lot.

A black SUV pulls up next to me, and I exit the Urus to see Blakely get out of hers. After we had a late lunch, she messaged Ryat, and he was still at Blackout.

It makes me wonder what all he and Tyson spoke about. I’ve been gone for hours, shopping. So whatever they found out about the girl must have been important. I hate how much I want to know what happened to her, but I know Tyson won’t tell me.

We enter the back entrance and make our way to the second floor. We enter the office and Ryat is sitting on the couch. He gets to his feet when he sees his wife. “You okay?” he asks her, his eyes looking over her body.

“Yeah.” She frowns at his question. Her blue eyes meet mine and she smiles. “Free next weekend? I need to do some shopping for the babies.” Her hands go to her belly.

“Of course.” Not like I have a life outside of my marriage or my job. Thankfully, Blackout isn’t open during the day. Plus, I enjoyed spending time with her. I didn’t even bring up my sister. If this is my only chance to have a friend, I don’t want her to think I’m only hanging out to get information from her. And I have a feeling she’s already told me everything she knows.

“Perfect. We can do lunch and then the mall. We’ll see if Elli is free too. I know she wants to get a few things.” She turns to kiss Ryat on the cheek and then says, “I’m going to use the restroom really quick.” Laughing, she adds, “I’ll be right back.” Walking into Tyson’s private bathroom, she shuts the door.

I look around to see it’s just me and Ryat. “Where’s Tyson?” I ask. I’m honestly surprised that he hasn’t messaged or called me once. He must have been too busy to even check to see that I left the club today.

Ryat steps into me, his green eyes narrowing on mine. “Stay the fuck away from my wife.” His voice is as cold as Tyson’s can be. They’re trained to be that way.

“Excuse me?” My heart hammers in my chest at his words.

“You heard me.” He takes a step closer to me, and I take one back, but now I’ve pushed myself against Tyson’s desk. “I don’t trust you, Laikyn.”

“I would never hurt Blakely,” I whisper, my throat closing at just the thought. Why am I the bad guy here? What have I done that would make him think otherwise?

He snorts. “Tyson may think you’re innocent, but I know the truth about your family. What you all are capable of.”

“What’s that mean?” I ask, confused.

His eyes go over to the bathroom door before sliding back to mine. “You’re going to tell Blake you’re too busy next weekend to spend time with her. And then you’re going to leave her the fuck alone.” With that, he takes a few steps back from me, and I hear the bathroom door open.

“Whew. I’m so over having to pee every thirty minutes.” Her eyes go from Ryat’s to mine. “Everything okay?”

I feel his eyes on me, but I keep mine on hers. “Yeah.” I nod, giving her a fake smile.

She gives me a hug, and I avoid meeting his glare. The fact that he could even think I’d ever hurt his wife makes my chest hurt.

Pulling away from me, he takes her hand. “We should be going,” he tells her.

As they go to walk out the door, I step forward. “Blakely?” I ask.

“Yeah?” She turns and looks at me with a kind smile on her pretty face.

“I’ll see you next weekend,” I say, squaring my shoulders. This time, I glance at Ryat, and he looks like he wants to strangle me.

“Can’t wait.” She winks at me before they exit Tyson’s office.

I allow myself a moment to collect my thoughts, trying to figure out what the fuck that was. What did he mean my family? Tyson thinks I’m innocent. Regarding what? Ryat is the one who put a knife to my brother’s neck and helped force me to marry his best friend. Why would he think I could harm his pregnant wife?

It just makes me angry. Fuck him. He’s a typical Lord trying to control their Lady. I won’t let that happen. If Blakely wants to be my friend, then I won’t let Ryat stop me. Now, if she tells me she can’t see me, then I’ll respect that. But it’ll have to come from her mouth, her words. Not some Lord who thinks he can control what I do.

TYSON

I’m standing inside the apartment in the kitchen when I hear the front door open. I step out into the living room in time to see her walking down the hallway with bags in both hands. “Nice car,” I say, sipping my whiskey.

She comes to a halt, and my eyes drop to the long dark strands of curled hair that fall down her back. Slowly, she turns to face me, and I’m not prepared for what I see. The dark color of her hair against her tan skin makes her eyes bluer. They look bigger, sexier.

My cock instantly hardens inside my jeans, and I tighten my hand on the glass. She’s not supposed to have this effect on me, but even I can’t deny that I’m becoming addicted to her. The way her body leans into me and how she whimpers when I touch her. I just want to chain her up and play with her for hours. Explore every inch of her. Teach her things that she never knew existed to see what she likes.

She glares at me, and it makes me want to force her to her knees and mess up her pretty face. I set my glass down and walk over to her. Reaching out, I run my hand through her soft hair. “I like it.”

“I didn’t do it for you.” She lifts her chin.

That’s the confidence that I was telling Ryat about, and it’s fucking intoxicating. My eyes drop to a La Perla bag at her feet. “Going to show me what I bought?”

“Didn’t plan on it.” She picks them up off the floor.

I laugh softly, loving this new her. Leaning forward, I gently kiss her forehead, and when I pull back, she’s frowning up at me with confusion written all over her face. “Come here.” I take her hand and pull her down the hallway and into our master bathroom. “Give me these.” I take the bags from her hands and place them on the countertop by my sink and pull her over to hers. “Get undressed,” I command and walk into the closet. I grab a few things that I’m going to need and return to see she’s removing her underwear. She’s needy. It’s the fact that I haven’t touched her since the night of the house of Lords party. “Bend over. Hands behind your back.” I place the items on the counter.

Her eyes look over and widen. She takes a step back, those pretty eyes meeting mine. “I’m sorry,” she rushes out. “I’ll return the car…”

“Bend over,” I say once more, hating to repeat myself.

“Ty—”

“Shh, Lake.” I cup her face in both of my hands. Her eyes are the size of quarters, her body trembling against mine. “It’s okay. The car is yours.” I’ll never tell her, but I’m glad she went out and purchased the SUV. Good for you, little darling. She deserves to have everything she wants. And I plan on giving it to her, but that doesn’t mean I won’t make her earn it.

Licking her nude-colored lips, she shifts her eyes to the items once more, then back to mine. “But…”

“This isn’t a punishment, Lake.”

She nibbles on her bottom lip, asking softly, “Then what is it?”

“Preparation,” I say honestly.

Her hands grip my shirt and I kiss her forehead once again. “Turn around and lie across the countertop.” Stepping back, I let go of her.

She turns and does as I say, knowing she has no other choice. I was telling her the truth. This isn’t a punishment. But I can make it one if I need to. Pressing her body onto the cold surface, I rip my belt from my jeans and pull her arms behind her back, tying them together at her wrists.

Then I pop open the lid on the saline and fill the large glass bowl with it. I take the 550cc syringe and fill it up to three 300 with the saline, then add the tube to the end of it before applying the lube.

Last, I slide my fingers along her ass, making sure to push one into her. I hear her sniff and watch her close her eyes in the mirror. Removing my finger, I replace it with the tip of the small tube and slowly push the plunger on the syringe, starting to fill her ass with the saline.

“Tyson,” she gasps, her hips rocking from side to side the best she can.

“You’re going to feel some cramping, but it won’t be painful, Lake,” I assure her.

She whimpers, her body shaking. I reach out with my free hand and rub her bare back. “You’re doing so good, Lake. Just relax.” She takes in a shaky breath. “So good.”

I hear her sniff again, and she fists her tied hands.

“Almost done,” I say, glancing down at the syringe. The Lords are all about control, punishment, and humiliation.

The first time I saw an enema given was my sophomore year at Barrington while the seniors were throwing a party at the house of Lords a few weeks after they had their vow ceremonies for their chosens.

“Fuck, you, Saint,” the girl yells as I watch her being carried over a Lord’s shoulder while he walks down the hall.

He slaps her ass, making her laugh as her head bobs up and down. Her dark hair is so long it’s almost on the floor. A group of guys follows them, so I do the same to see what’s going on.

He kicks his bedroom door open, and we enter to fill the large space. He tosses her onto his king-size bed, and she giggles, unable to hide her excitement. Turning over onto her back, she shoves her hair from her face. “What are you going to do, Saint? Punish me?” She arches a brow, and all the guys make audible “oh” sounds, knowing that she’s egging him on. The girl has balls, I’ll give her that. No one fucks with Saint.

“Hold her down,” he orders, and his two best friends jump onto his bed. Each grab an arm and pin them down above her head, and her eyes widen.

“Saint…” She breathes his name.

“You asked for this, sweetheart.” Reaching out, he grabs her jeans and yanks them down her legs, removing her underwear as well.

She’s twisting and turning to get free, but the two Lords hold her down while Saint grabs some rope from his nightstand. “Give me her left arm,” he orders. The Lord holds it out to Saint, and he wraps the rope around it before pulling the arm down by her side and tying it off to the footboard. It forces her to bend her knees. Otherwise, her legs would hang off the end.

“Other one.” He does the same, tying it off to the headboard.

“Saint, please…” she cries out, realizing he isn’t playing with her.

He removes his belt and bends her left knee to where her ankle is up against her thigh, then he secures it with his belt. Snapping his fingers at the guy who stands behind him, he orders, “Give me your belt.”

The guy rips it off and hands it over. Saint does the same to the other leg. She pulls them to her chest.

He leaves her there naked from the waist down. Some guys in the room already have their cells out, recording her squirm. My eyes drop to her shaved cunt, and there’s no denying she’s wet. Some bitches get off on this shit.

Saint exits the bathroom with a bowl of what looks like soapy water, a towel, and a large syringe. He sets the bowl on the floor at the end of the bed, and he bends down, shoving the syringe into it and filling it up. “Open her legs. Hold them wide open for me.” He orders to his two best friends, who are still sitting on either side of her head.

They grab her legs and pull them apart, making her arch her back and cry out into the room at the position they’ve got her in. Holding her wide open for the room to see. Makes me think she’s about to give birth by the way they’ve got her spread open.

He wastes no time putting the tip of the syringe into her ass and starts to fill her with the water. She cries, begs him to stop, but he continues until the bowl is empty. Her stomach has expanded. She looks like she could be seven months pregnant once he’s satisfied.

“That’s my girl,” he praises her. “Such a good whore.” She whimpers, tears running down the side of her face. “Tell them, sweetheart. Tell them how much of a painslut you are.” She can’t say anything over her sobbing. “I used cooler water; it’ll cause more cramping than warm water,” he informs her.

Saint hands the syringe off to a friend while he keeps his fingers on her ass to hold the water in. The friend opens the tampon and hands it to him. He removes his fingers only to replace it with the tampon.

His friends let go of her shaking knees, and Saint gets up on the bed to sit by her head. “Hand me a small pillow.” He points at a guy who sits on a chair over in the corner of Saint’s room recording. The guy tosses it in the air, and Saint kneels, pushing it up underneath her neck and shoulders, arching her head back. “Someone start a timer,” he barks out, kneeling above her head.

She looks up at him through watery lashes, tears running down her face, body shaking uncontrollably. “Saint, please. I can’t…”

“I’m going to fuck your mouth,” he tells her, and she shakes her head at him. “Yes. And after I come down your throat, I’m going to fuck that ass.”

After he came, he left her tied there and sat down to play video games while she continued to cry and beg him to let her release the water. When the timer went off, he did just that, taking her to the bathroom, leaving us all in the room waiting. Curious to see what would happen. They were in there for what felt like forever. Once they returned, he kissed her before he tied her down once again, this time facedown with her ass up in the air. And he fucked her ass just like he promised while we all watched her get off on it. Then he let his two friends fuck her ass as well.

I get the whole watch me fuck what’s mine. But even then, I didn’t understand the concept of sharing. What’s the point of having something if everyone else gets it too? But some men get off on the fact they have the power to loan their women out. That was also the first time I ever saw a painslut in action. I spent many months after that watching porn of men and women getting off on receiving and giving pain.

“Ty-son,” my wife whispers my name, getting my attention.

“Almost, Lake,” I tell her. “You’re doing so good, little darling. Almost done.” I finish off the last bit and pull it out. “Hold it in there, Lake.” I only gave her 300 cc. Not much compared to the gallon I watched the girl get that night at the house of Lords party. But to someone like Laikyn, who has never done it before, it will be uncomfortable.

I gently grab her upper arm and slowly pull her to stand. I undo my belt and then turn her to where she faces me. Her pretty eyes are downcast, staring at the floor. “Look at me.”

She lifts to meet mine, and she’s got unshed tears in them.

“Hold it in for ten minutes.”

Her shoulders shake.

“Then you can go to the bathroom. After that, I want you to shower and get ready for your shift. Do you understand?”

She nods, her eyes dropping to the floor once again. “Lake?” I command, and she raises her eyes to meet mine through her wet lashes. “You will probably need to go more than once. But you should be fine by the time your shift starts.” I cup both sides of her face and lean down, kissing her lips. She doesn’t kiss me back. I taste her tears and my cock makes me want to bend her over and fuck her cunt. But I can’t right now. I’ve got plans for her tonight. Another first of many to come with my new bride. “I want you down in my office before you start, understand?”

“Y-yes,” she whispers brokenly.

“Good girl,” I tell her, then I turn and leave her alone.