The Sacrifice Read Online Shantel Tessier

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Dark, Erotic, New Adult, Suspense, Virgin Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 180
Estimated words: 168587 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 843(@200wpm)___ 674(@250wpm)___ 562(@300wpm)
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She goes to pull away, but I use my hand that holds onto her head to keep her in place. I part my lips, forcing hers open as my tongue enters her mouth, wanting to taste my wife. My free hand wraps around her waist, holding her to me. Fuck, I want to bend her over and run my tongue along the slashes on her ass. Hear her gasp as my teeth sink into her skin and listen to her cry as I make her beg me to let her come.

But not tonight. I pull away and give her my back. Walking into the bathroom, I shut the door behind me. This is just the beginning of her punishment for avoiding me tonight. If she doesn’t want to come see me, then she sure as fuck isn’t getting off. And as hard as my cock is right now, I’m not sure I’d be able to do a quickie and finish before she could.

TWENTY-THREE

LAIKYN

I fell asleep last night after Tyson left me in the bedroom wanting more after that kiss. I was so turned on and my pussy was dripping for him. But he turned me down. I know why. He was mad at me, which is crazy because I was the one who started the fight. I was supposed to make him suffer, not the other way around.

I don’t even remember passing out in bed, but I woke up this morning all alone and was excited to change my hair color only to realize I have no car and no way to get it done. So his answer was probably just to fuck with me. He’s not going to take me to get it done.

He spent the entire day in his office, and I slept most of it away. I only got to fix myself something to eat and then went back to bed. Now it’s another night and another shift at Blackout.

I exit the bathroom and walk into the bedroom, where I see several boxes on the bed wrapped with white ribbon. Tyson stands at the foot of the bed with his hands shoved in the front pockets of his gray slacks.

I pull the towel tighter around myself as nervousness sets in. He hasn’t spoken to me all day. I was mad at him and ignored the fact he wanted me in his office before my shift. Then I also avoided his text. I shut off my phone and pretended it had died. But I knew better. He’d retaliate. I felt good about it last night, but now I’m on high alert. I’ve been waiting for him to attack all day. “I need to get dressed for my shift.”

“Come here.” He ignores me.

Knowing that I can’t do the same to him, I walk over to stand in front of my husband and let go of the towel. My hands slap my bare thighs as my arms fall to my sides. It’s crazy how comfortable I am at him seeing me naked now. Another choice I didn’t have but am now used to.

He grabs a pair of black fishnet tights. These are different from the ones I usually wear. They don’t have the rhinestones on them. “Sit on the end of the bed. I’m going to dress you.”

This is new, but I expect Tyson to be this way—unpredictable. I sit down and lift my right foot off the floor. He kneels, sliding the rough material over one foot and then the other. He slowly moves them up and over my calves. Standing, he pulls me to my feet and continues pulling them up over my thighs, and when he makes it to my ass, I hiss in a breath. It’s still sensitive. He keeps pulling them up and over my stomach. They’re high-waisted and come up all the way to my belly button. I realize he didn’t let me put any underwear on first. I never wear fishnets without them. I have a feeling they’ll be rough against my pussy as I run around the club working, and that’s what he wants—all my attention between my legs.

He opens up one of the smaller boxes and removes a pair of black leather booty shorts. I place my hands on his shoulder while he helps me into them as well.

Turning, he zips them up the back, and I glance at my ass in the mirror on top of the dresser. Half my ass cheeks hang out of the bottom. They too are high-waisted—more than the ones I usually wear—and if you look close enough, you can see the belt marks on my ass.

He opens another box, and it’s a black silk corset. “Grab the dresser,” he orders, and I reach out, gripping the edge, wondering why my uniform isn’t what we normally wear.


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