The Sacrifice: Chapter 44

I enter the house and yawn. I’m exhausted from running back and forth between the club. This is why I stay there. It’s just easier. It’s been a long day and night. I’m tired as fuck and just want to get a quick nap in before I have to get up and do it all over again. I’ve had Lake hiding here for a week now, and I’m no closer to finding out who is after my wife as I was when I sliced that idiot’s neck open in the basement.

Walking through the living room, I sniff. The smell of food hits my nose and I take a left into the kitchen.

I see the formal dining room first; it’s got five tapered candles lit in the center of the table. They’re the candles from the Cathedral. The ones lit during our wedding ceremony.

Two plates are set across from one another. I walk into the kitchen and see her pulling a dish out of the oven. She sets it on the counter and turns to face me. Giving me a big smile, she drops her eyes to the floor before slowly meeting mine again.

“I wanted to make you breakfast. I hope you’re hungry.”

I’m not, but I say, “It smells lovely.” It’s also six in the morning. Did she even go to sleep last night?

Licking her lips nervously, she removes her apron from around her waist and folds it neatly on the counter. “Would you like a drink?” she asks, sliding her hands down her black dress. It’s got a high neck and comes to her knees. It’s not revealing in the sense that her tits and ass are hanging out, but it shows every curve her body has to offer. My hands itch to run all over it.

“Yes, please.”

She goes over to the island and pours me a glass of whiskey. Bringing it to me, she holds it out.

I throw it back in one gulp, and she takes it from me. “I’ll get you another one. Go take a seat. It’ll be ready in just a few minutes.”

I walk back over to the table and sit down. I’m not much for the romantic atmosphere, but I won’t lie and say I’m not excited that she stayed up for me to get home. I’ve mostly ignored her the past week. I come home bloody from beating some guy in the basement. And she’s passed out asleep in our bed when I get up and leave.

I undo the top button of my shirt, my skin starting to feel hot as she enters the formal dining room, carrying the dish.

“You okay?” she asks, her brows creasing. “You look flushed.” She places her hand on my forehead, and her frown deepens. “God, Tyson, you’re burning up.”

“I…” I clear my throat and undo another button. “Think I’m coming down with something.” My eyes get heavy, and my head bobs a few times. My neck unable to keep it up.

“You should lie down,” she suggests.

“Yeah.” I stand from my chair, but my knees give out, and I fall back into it. It feels like time stands still as everything slows. My eyes meet hers and I see her lips move, but I don’t hear anything over the blood rushing in my ears.

I blink a few times, the room starts to sway, and I place my hands over my eyes, trying to rub them. But my hands fall to my sides, and my head falls forward.

LAIKYN

I sit down in the seat beside him and watch his eyes close, and this time, they stay closed. I smile, reaching out and grabbing a grape and popping it in my mouth.

I drugged him. I had already placed the drugs at the bottom of his glass before he even got home. I then poured the whiskey into it; he didn’t even notice.

Teach him to drug me again.

I get up from my chair and grab the rope out of the drawer I put it in. I pull his chair away from the table. It scrapes across the floor, hurting my ears. I bend down, bringing his arm to the side and tie it to the back leg. Then I repeat the process to the other. There aren’t armrests so this will have to do. I grip his shirt and rip it open, the buttons flying across the marble floor.

Then I sit down and make my plate. I’ll eat breakfast while he’s out. When he wakes up—who knows when that will be—I’ll play with him like a toy. We’ll see how much he likes being taken advantage of and humiliated.

An hour later, I’m still sitting at the table when his head pops up, and he sucks in a deep breath.

“Well, hello there.” I smile at him.

“What?” He yanks on the rope, his head dropping to survey his situation. “What the fuck?” He yanks on them, the chair rattling from his force.

I pray to God it holds him because if he gets loose, I’m fucked.

“Lake,” he growls, his eyes meeting mine. “Untie me right fucking now.”

I tilt my head, my lips puckering in thought. “I don’t think so.”

“LAKE!” he shouts, his chest rising and falling fast. He takes in a deep breath. “If you don’t…”

“What are you going to do?” I stand, and his eyes shoot daggers up at me. I walk over to him and straddle his legs.

He stiffens when I drape my arms over his shoulders. I can feel his body vibrating with rage. I start playing with his hair, and he yanks his head away. I grab it and yank it back, and he bares his straight white teeth, growling at me.

I lower my face to his. “It sucks knowing that you’re helpless, doesn’t it?”

He doesn’t answer.

I get up off him and look down at his slacks. Bending over, I unzip them and reach inside, pulling his dick out. He’s not hard, but I didn’t expect him to be. Men like Tyson have to be the ones in control. They make the rules, the final decisions. But I have a feeling if I start playing with his dick, it’ll be inevitable.

I drop to my knees, and he shifts in the chair. I bite back a smile and look up at him as my tongue runs across the head of his pierced cock. His head falls back, giving me a view of his defined jaw. I can see his Adam’s apple bob when he swallows, and I his dick swells in my hand. I wrap my lips around the tip and push it into my mouth.

“Lake.” My name is breathless on his lips, and his head drops to look back down at me. His eyes are on fire, but his jaw now slack. Lips parted as he sucks in a deep breath.

“Tell me to suck your cock, baby,” I order softly, using a nickname that I know he’ll hate. Tyson isn’t the kind of guy that you call baby or sweetie. No, you kneel and call him sir or god. Fuck, I’d call him daddy if that’s what he was into. But he’s not in charge right now. I am.

“Suck my dick, Lake,” he orders. “Swallow it. I want to hear you choke on it.”

I smile and lick up his now hard shaft. I have a plan as to why I tied him up and am still giving him what he wants. I have to do this part in order to get to the point I have to prove.

I take him into my mouth, and he lifts his hips, pushing it farther down my throat and making me gag. I should have tied his damn body to the chair as well.

“Fuck yeah,” he groans. “That’s the sound I’ve been wanting to hear.”

I hate that my pussy throbs at his words. I’m supposed to be in charge here.

I suck on his dick, stopping here and there to swallow the saliva. I’ve never done this before—taken control. I’m not into being messy.

His leg muscles stiffen against my body, and I pull my mouth away, my hand taking over, and I quickly run it up and down.

“Fuck, Lake. I’m coming.”

I hold his dick in place as cum squirts from his cock up and down his chest. Some covering my hand. I pull it away and run it over his thighs on his slacks.

I stand to my full height and look down at him. His heavy eyes start narrowing on mine when he realizes I won’t untie him. “Enjoy breakfast, baby.” I turn and exit the formal dining room laughing.