The Sacrifice: Chapter 3

Commitment

Junior year at Barrington University

I sit tucked back in the dark corner of the hotel room when I hear the door open. A woman giggles followed by a man’s voice. “You’re so sexy.” He sounds in awe of her. Like it’s impossible he could ever have a woman her age be interested in him.

He’s right.

But men get stupid when they see a pretty face with tits and an ass. I picked the perfect one for this job.

“Make me a drink?” she slurs. Sounds like she’s already had too many.

“I’d like a drink of you,” he counters, and I roll my eyes when she giggles at his stupid comment.

Part of being a Lord is that we have to abstain from sex for our first three years. So I’m not even embarrassed that I’m hard at the moment. At this point, it has a mind of its own, and I don’t even try to control it. No amount of porn or jacking off helps.

“Get undressed,” he orders, his voice changing. He’s no longer in the mood to wait. He wants to fuck his little bitch’s cunt right here, right now. I get it. Why wait?

I don’t hear her argue with him, but the sound of the zipper on her dress follows before a light comes on when they enter the bedroom. I sit up straighter to see he’s got his hands in her strawberry blond hair. She’s lost the dress but still has her heels, underwear, and strapless bra on. His dress shirt is unbuttoned, showing off his defined abs. For an older guy, he’s in pretty damn good shape.

“Gorgeous.” He pulls his mouth from hers to look her up and down. His hands aggressively run over her ribs and to her hips, yanking on her underwear.

She tosses her hair over her shoulder and spins him around to where his back is to me. She rises up on her tiptoes and leans in, her teeth latching onto his earlobe, making him hiss in a breath. Her brown eyes land on mine across the room. She can’t see me, but she can feel me watching them. It won’t stop her.

He grabs her upper arms and throws her onto the king-sized bed, her body bouncing on the white duvet. Usually, the room is covered in fresh flowers and champagne. But this woman isn’t his wife. This is his fuck. His plaything for the next few hours. “Spread your legs. Show Daddy that pussy,” he orders.

She opens her legs, her hand sliding into her thong that still covers what he wants to see.

He slaps her inner thigh. “I said fucking show me, you little whore.”

Whimpering, she grips her thong and pulls it to the side, not making him wait any longer.

“Yes. Yes. That’s what I’m going to fuck.” He undoes his slacks. Grabbing her ankles, he yanks her to where he stands at the end of the bed, her ass almost hanging off the edge.

“Wait,” she gasps, her hand going to his chest. “Maybe we should—”

“Shut the fuck up.” He slaps her face, making her cry out.

“Get the fuck off me.” She manages to twist onto her stomach and tries to crawl away, but he yanks her back, getting onto the bed himself.

“Like to play hard to get? I like that.” Laying his heavy body over the back of hers, he pins her down while gripping a handful of her hair. “Scream my name.” Spreading her knees with his, it arches her ass up in the air into a better position for him.

“No. No. No,” she cries. “Stop!”

“I’m going to fuck this tight cunt, sweetheart. Then I’m going to come all over that pretty face of yours.”

“Please.” She begins to sob. “Don’t do this. I don’t want to.”

“Too bad, bitch.” He shoves her face into the bed, silencing her cries, and with his free hand, he reaches into his unzipped slacks to pull his dick out.

I stop recording and stand from the chair in the dark corner. “That’s enough.”

“What the …” He jumps off the bed, spinning around to face me just as I step into the light. “Who the fuck are you?” he demands. “How the fuck did you—”

“About time.” She smirks, wiping the fake tears from her face.

“You may go,” I inform her, nodding to the bedroom door.

She jumps off the bed and pushes her hair over her shoulders, exposing her big tits, and my eyes fall to her hard nipples. I wonder if that turned her on. Does she get off on that kind of shit? I’ve watched some fucked up shit over the past few years when it comes to porn. And even I’ve been amazed at what some women are into. Or found what I’m going to be into once I can fuck again.

Giving the man one last look before winking at me like she knows what I was thinking, she exits the room.

“What the fuck is going on here?” he barks. “She never said anything about a fucking boyfriend.” Pointing at the door, he goes on, “She fucking begged me.”

“I know.” I agree with him. “That’s what she was paid to do.”

His face pales and I lift my cell in my hand.

“What … You … What is this? You want money?” he asks through gritted teeth. “Did you two set me up for a payday?”

I give a rough laugh. “Even you couldn’t afford to pay the Lords what they charge.” It’s never money. No, they demand your soul.

His knees give out and he falls to the edge of the bed. Bringing both hands up, he buries his face in them. “Fuck,” he hisses.

“This is how it’s going to go.” I pocket my cell and walk over to the end of the bed, closing the distance. “You’re going to pull out of the race for senator.”

His head snaps up and he glares at me. “I will do no such thing.”

“If you refuse, the video I just took of you forcing yourself on an underage girl will go live on every social media outlet. I can only imagine what that would do to your reputation, much less your marriage.” He clenches his jaw. “I also have this …” I pull out the vial and shake the contents inside. “Drugs. She will willingly drink it before I anonymously call 911. Making sure she tests positive for GHB after they pick her up from a room that’s registered in your name.”

“You son of a bitch.” He jumps to his feet.

“I can send you a copy of the video so you can watch it whenever you’d like, if that’s what gets you off,” I offer.

His fist swings out to hit me in the face, but I see it coming. Mine connects with his jaw before he gets the chance. He falls back onto the bed, groaning.

I sigh. “Do you really want to return home to your family tonight having to make up a story about how you were mugged and didn’t get a good enough look at the man who beat the shit out of you?” I rub my knuckles.

He sits up, eyes blazing fire at me. “You will not get away with this.”

“You’ve got twenty-four hours to pull out, or the Lords will make sure you don’t win,” I inform him, then turn and exit the room. Walking down the hall, I can hear him cursing back in the bedroom.

I enter the living room to see the woman, back in her dress, standing at the floor to ceiling windows. She hears me and turns around. Her brown eyes light up, falling to my jeans and slowly running up over my T-shirt. She licks her lips, following me to the door. “You paid for the night. Sure you don’t want to use me?” she asks when I push the button for the elevator.

I shove my hands into my pockets, avoiding her question. “You did good.”

“Baby, that was nothing.” Coming up next to me, she slides her left arm through mine, pulling me closer into her side. “Your cock isn’t the only thing I can blow.”

“I don’t doubt your skills,” I tell her, pulling away when the door slides open. “But I can’t.”

She pushes out her bottom lip, stepping into the elevator with me. “You know I’m twenty, right? I’m not underage.”

I nod. “I’m aware.” I said that to add to the fear factor. Nothing is more terrifying than a man thinking he fucked an underage girl. If I let this leak, they’d seize all of his electronics to see if he’s been searching for underage porn. It would be humiliating to say the least. And even if they didn’t find anything, the media would twist it enough to ruin any future he might have in politics. The man is already a powerful Lord, but now he’s getting greedy, and the Lords aren’t having that.

We each have a purpose in this secret society. Some need the power and are willing to test the Lords to see just how far they can go. Those Lords are shown that they were given their life, and it can be taken away just as quickly. That’s why they have us kill for initiations. They say it’s to control the numbers, but I think it’s to show us just how easily we can lose everything.

She crosses her arms over her chest, pushing her tits up even more. My cock is still hard, imagining how good it would feel to shove her to her knees right here and now and fuck her injected lips while drool runs down her enlarged tits. “You have my number if you need me.” Winking, her tongue runs across her top lip.

The elevator doors open, and I step off, not even bothering to look back at her. Instead, I shove open the glass doors to the five-star hotel, and the valet stands there with my car already parked up front. “Thanks.” I give him a couple of hundreds on top of the three I gave him when I arrived to keep my car ready for me.

“Of course, Mr. Crawford.” He nods.

Falling into the driver’s seat, I smile, knowing I just finished my last initiation. The Lords have decided who they want to sit in as a senator, and my task was to make sure he wins. No matter the cost. It worked just as I planned. No man can pass up pussy.

I remove my cell and pull up the video, emailing it with the subject DONE. Throwing my car in gear, I squeal the tires and pull away from the curb.