The Sacrifice: A Dark Revenge Romance
The Sacrifice: Chapter 37

Her heavy breathing fills the room, and I can’t help but smile as I pick up the piece of rope I had laid out on the bed.

I tie her wrists behind her back and let the excess rope puddle on the floor. I move to stand beside her and slide one arm behind her legs, the other across her back, and pick her up. She gasps in surprise but doesn’t fight me.

Laying her down on the bed, she goes to roll onto her stomach, but I slap her thigh. “Stay on your back. I want your arms underneath you.” Positioning her where her head is all the way at the foot of the bed. I don’t want her head to fall off the edge, but I want it as close as possible.

She whimpers, lifting her hips up off the mattress, trying to relieve the pressure her body is putting on her arms that are tied underneath her. I get back onto the bed and grab the excess rope connected to the end of her wrists. I pull it along the bed and reach down below the headboard, slipping it through a rope cleat. I’ve got them placed all around this bedframe for this very reason. I can tie her up in so many different ways.

I pull the rope taut, tying it off, making sure there’s no give.

“Tyson.” She moans my name, and I watch the way she pulls on the rope. Her heels dig into the bed as she rocks her weight from side to side.

Grabbing the next piece of rope, I sit next to her left leg and begin doing a simple column tie around her ankle. Then I push her ankle up to her thigh and wrap it around them several times, securing them together. Making it impossible for her to stretch out her leg. I make sure not to wrap the rope too high to where it can slip over her knee.

Once the other is done, I stand at the foot of the bed and look down at her. Her chest and stomach are exposed to me, both ankles tied to her thighs, keeping her legs bent. Leaning over, I grab the excess rope from her left leg and pull it to the left bedpost of the footboard. I do the same with the other, forcing her legs wide open.

“Please,” she whispers.

I kneel at the foot of the bed, lifting her head off the sheet, and gently pull her hair out from underneath her to drape over the edge. “Please what, little darling?” I ask, watching the way her chest heaves as she breathes.

“I … I can’t …” She closes her eyes.

“Can’t what?” I reach out and massage her breast, which grants me a moan. “Can’t move?” I take a wild guess at the way her body fights the rope. “That’s the point, Lake.”

A soft whimper escapes her parted lips, and my cock is so fucking hard for her. Ready to teach my wife a lesson.

“For you to be at my mercy. For me to have my way with you.” Standing up, I get back onto the bed and position myself between her legs. I run my hands up her inner thighs, and she arches her back, letting out a frustrated sigh.

I unzip my slacks and grab my hard dick. Not even bothering with foreplay, I lean forward and push the head of my cock into her. “You’re so wet, Lake. So needy.”

“Fuck.” The word is barely a whisper as she arches her neck back.

I lean over her, pushing in deeper while my hands slide up her body. I hover my weight over her while my hands tangle in her hair, and I lower my lips to her neck. “How’s that feel, little darling?” I pull out and slam into her, knowing every thrust I make also reminds her of the plug in her ass.

“So … good,” she breathes. Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ Findɴovel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Her pussy tightens on my cock, and I sink my teeth into her neck before sucking on it. Pulling away, I see the hickey that I just left and smile. If she’s going to act like she’s single, then I’ll show the world she’s taken.

It’s that simple.

The thought of a man even thinking he can have her has me picking up my pace. I slam into her, turning her moans into gasps and whimpers. “Tell me, Lake.” I shove forward, knowing it’s pulling the ropes on her wrists. I want the rope burns to be reminders too. “Who do you belong to?”

“Y-ou,” she cries out.

“And who the fuck am I?” I growl, my hands fisting her hair tighter.

“My husband,” she whimpers, her soaked cunt gripping my cock.

“Goddamn right, I am.” I grunt. “Remember what I said I’d do to you if you let another man touch you?”

“I’m … sorry.” She takes in a deep breath. “Please, don’t stop.”

“You like when I use your cunt, little darling? When I make you my whore?”

Her lips are parted, her eyes growing heavy. She’s close to coming all over my cock. “Fuuuucckkkk,” her perfectly pouty lips say.

I smile, knowing she’s right there. Pulling out, I grab my dick and come all over her stomach. She growls, knowing she isn’t going to get off.

Picking up the toy that I had put out, I run it through the cum, making sure to coat it well, and then I rub it along her cunt, gently sliding it into her.

“Tyson … what …?” She raises her head to watch me. Her soaked pussy sucks it in, begging for more. “Please?” She sags against the bed.

I get off the bed and walk over to the footboard, kneeling once again.

Her pretty eyes look up at me and through her long lashes, they’re swimming in tears. Frustrated and probably still mad. She’s going to hate me by the time I’m done with her.

“Open your mouth,” I order.

Her eyes narrow, and her jaw sharpens, telling me she’s clenching her teeth and refusing to obey. I expected this, but I have ways to make her mind.

Reaching into my pocket, I pull out the clip and place it over her nose so she can’t breathe through it. Her eyes widen.

“However long you decide to wait is up to you,” I tell her.

She shakes her head, her chest heaving, needing air. I actually start to get nervous when her eyes grow heavy, that she’d rather kill herself than open her damn mouth. But finally, her lips part and she sucks in a deep breath.

“That’s it, Lake,” I say, removing the clip from her nose. “Deep breaths.”

She closes her lips to swallow and then opens them back once more to take a deep breath. I take the opportunity to place the gag in her mouth. She starts mumbling unintelligible noises as I lift her head just enough to wrap the leather strap around her head and fasten the buckle. I lay it down on the mattress, and she shakes her head from side to side.

“It’s not the most attractive, but it gets the job done,” I tell her, looking over the large, black gag. It covers her mouth, cheeks and chin. It’s thick and bulky. “They call it the silencer,” I continue. “Because no matter how loud you scream, it can’t be heard.”

She blinks, and tears run down the side of her face. Her makeup is starting to run.

I pick up the bulb that is attached to the end of it and squeeze, inflating the gag inside her mouth. Her body thrashes against the restraints, and I do it again. Her wide eyes meet mine, and I do it once more. “It’s an inflatable ball gag,” I say, and she closes her eyes tightly. “How’s it feel to have all of your holes filled, little darling?”

I remove the last thing from my pocket and hold it up to her face. Pressing the button, I turn on the vibrator that I placed in her pussy. “I’m going to leave this here.” I adjust it to the lowest setting and place it on her chest. Then I kiss her forehead and stand, removing my belt from my slacks. I lay it across her neck and say, “For later.” Then I walk away.

LAIKYN

Pain, pleasure, and frustration are what I’m feeling right now. I can’t move, can’t talk, and can barely breathe. I close my eyes tightly and try to calm my racing heart and ignore the buzzing inside my pussy. It’s just making me mad. It’s not enough to get me off but enough to make my hips move, needing more.

Opening my eyes, I arch my neck to see a clear but upside-down view of Tyson entering the adjoining bathroom. He left the door wide open. Probably on purpose. The bastard gets undressed and steps into the shower.

I try to swallow around the rubber balloon that’s inside my mouth while I lie back flat. My hands are going numb from how they’re tied underneath me. My shoulders are screaming, and my thighs hurt from tensing. I lift my head and get a glimpse of his cum all over my stomach but have to lay my head back down because it pulls on my arms and shoulders.

Breathe, Lake. I tell myself, trying not to panic. The gag is so big that even if he hadn’t fastened it behind my head, I still couldn’t spit it out due to how inflated it is. And I’d hate to die here like this. That would be the most humiliating way possible.

I wiggle my hips, and it pushes the vibrator up against my G-spot and makes my breath catch. I do it again and close my eyes.

Fuuuckkkk. I’m going to kill him if I survive this.

The leather from his belt feels like sandpaper where he was kissing me earlier. He left hickies, he had to have. It felt so good when he was doing it. This is his way of marking me. Showing the world that I’m his whore. He might as well just write it on my forehead.

At this point, I’ll let him do whatever the fuck he wants to me as long as I get off.

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