Total pages in book: 180
Estimated words: 168587 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 843(@200wpm)___ 674(@250wpm)___ 562(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 168587 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 843(@200wpm)___ 674(@250wpm)___ 562(@300wpm)
“Perfect. I’ll get those right out to you.” He turns and takes off.
Lake’s mother snorts at the fact I won’t allow their daughter to drink. Her husband prefers her drunk all the time, but I’m nothing like him.
Reaching under the table. I rub my hand up and down Lake’s thigh, making her jump. Her knees hit the table, causing it to rattle, and she clears her throat as if that’s going to distract them from what really just happened.
“So Lake,” her mother starts, “are you ready for your initiation?”
Her body tenses under my hand. “I, uh—”
“Lake won’t be doing initiation.” I interrupt my wife’s rambling and calm her unease. There’s no reason for her to be worried about that.
“All Ladies must participate in initiation.” Mr. Minson looks over at his daughter. “Don’t worry. I highly doubt that it’ll be anything too drastic. It goes by level of power.”
I refuse to acknowledge that he just tried to make a dig at the fact that I no longer hold the powerful title I was supposed to have before and gave it up for the opportunity to be sitting here with his daughter as my wife.
The server reappears and passes out our drinks. I pick up my whiskey. “Rules have changed for some,” I decide to say, not wanting to give too much away but also making sure he understands he’s not right.
He looks at me and then at his daughter. His jaw sharpens and he slams down the drink he was just given. Is he mad that she’s not going to be initiated? If so, I don’t know why he’d care.
“You’re not a Lady unless you pay your dues,” her mother adds, throwing back her now full glass of wine.
I look at Lake, and she drops her eyes to stare at her glass of water. It’s like they want her to fail, which would make sense. They don’t want her with me, and if she were to fail initiation to become a Lady, then she’d no longer be my wife. Would they rather her be shunned by the Lords? Killed? Than be with me? Abso-fucking-lutely.
To them, a dead daughter is better than one serving me. I know. History proves that.
“Are you ready to order?” the server asks.
We each take our turn ordering, and then he’s gone. We sit in silence once again and I feel it’s time to prove the point that I came here to prove.
I reach into the pocket of my slacks and push the button.
“FUCK!” Lake slams her hands down on the table, her body jerking in surprise.
“Laikyn,” her mother scolds her. “Language.”
She starts to stand, but my hand on her thigh tightens to prevent it. She stays here, where I want her. When she realizes that, she reaches out, grabs her mother’s glass of wine, and takes a big gulp, coughing through a gasp when she pulls it away. I know she’s never been a drinker before.
I bite back a smile at the thought of what she’s feeling right now. She had no clue that the butt plug vibrated because I hadn’t turned it on until now. I have it on the lowest setting, but it was still a surprise nonetheless. Not only does it vibrate but it’s not called the rimmer for nothing.
She’s rocking her hips in the chair and she sets the now empty wine glass down. “Tyson?” She growls my name. Her hand drops to wrap around mine that sits on her thigh, and she digs her nails into my skin.
“Yes, little darling?” I ask, unable to stop my grin.
“May I speak to you for a second?” she asks tightly. “Privately?”
I push my chair back and stand, letting go of her thigh. “Of course.”
She shoves hers back and jumps to her feet. Then she turns and all but runs off to the private restroom that’s provided for this section of the restaurant.
I follow her. The moment we enter the restroom, she spins around on me. “You son of a—”
I wrap my hand around her throat and shove her back into the now closed door. I press my body into hers, and she whimpers, her eyes falling shut before they open to meet mine.
“That’s no way to talk to your husband,” I tell her.
She lets out a shaky breath, and I hold up my free hand with the remote in it. “Especially when he has the control.”
“Please, Ty—”
I up the intensity and she cries out, her hips pushing into mine. “Oh my God.” She gasps, her hands gripping the sleeves of my crisp button-up.
I lean forward, my lips gently kissing her parted ones, tasting the lingering wine on hers. “I am the only god you will worship, little darling. Ready to get on your knees for me?”
“Please,” she begs, her pretty plump lips trembling. “Turn it off. Or I’m…”