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)
Tears run down her cheeks, and her lips are parted as she tries to suck in a breath. Stepping back, I let go of her, and she falls to her knees, gasping for air.
I ignore her and walk over to my desk where I sit down, putting my attention on my computer. “If that is something you can’t do, then you can quit right now,” I offer.
It takes her a second to get to her feet, and she makes her way to the front of my desk. Sniffing, she speaks, “I understand, sir.”
Looking up at her, I say, “You will keep your section and add the VIP.” She whimpers, knowing what I’m doing. “After closing, come up to my office, and I’ll remove the cuffs.” Dismissing her once again, she turns to leave my office. “Oh, Bethany. You’ll be buying my wife a new pair of shoes with the tips you make.” My wife isn’t going to be wearing a pair of designer heels that have had alcohol spilled on them.
Nodding, she opens the door and exits my office.
TWENTY-FOUR
LAIKYN
I sit on the end of the bed, naked. It wasn’t easy getting myself undressed, but I managed. It’s hard to breathe with this large collar around my neck. He placed a lock on it so I couldn’t get it off.
The apartment is dead silent, other than the pounding of the music below in the club. The bedroom light is on so he can see what a good girl I’m being. I’m fucking shaking at what he made me do to Bethany. A part of me thought it was a victory. The other part reminds me that she’s working for my father. She’s going to tell him what happened, and he’ll find a way to punish me too.
It’s never-ending. At least Tyson gets me off. I’d take his punishment over anyone else’s.
The sound of the apartment door opening and closing has my breathing picking up. He enters the bedroom a moment later and I stare straight ahead, unable to look him in the eyes.
“You lied to me,” he says.
I say nothing. It wasn’t a question. I lied because I thought that was my only option. Telling on Bethany wasn’t going to do me any good.
“Lie on the bed. Facedown,” he commands.
I turn around and crawl onto it, lying on my stomach, praying that he doesn’t spank me. I’m still too sore. But that’s the point, right? Punishments aren’t supposed to feel good. Even though it’ll hurt, I’ll still get wet. Hell, I’m wet now. I’ve been soaked all night. He’s already trained my body to want him. To beg for him.
I hear him behind me in the bathroom and the closet. He comes back moments later and doesn’t even bother to tell me what to do this time. He just does it himself.
He spreads my legs far apart, and I feel something wrap around each ankle. I pull on them, but he’s tied them, wide open. I groan, pushing my face into the comforter.
The bed dips as he gets onto it. He straddles my lower back and grabs my arms, pulling them behind me. I have to arch my neck due to the high collar, and I realize he’s not going to take it off.
My breath hitches when the cold metal wraps around my wrists before they click into place. They’re tight, and I twist my wrists just to test them out. They’re the real deal.
He gets up off me, and I feel his fingers between my spread legs, making me jump. He pushes two into me and starts to roughly fuck my cunt.
I moan, my body rocking back and forth on the bed the best it can. I try to lift my hips to give him better access but that’s hard to do in my position. He removes his fingers and I sag against the bed only to feel them back in moments later.
Pushing my pussy open, I feel something slip inside, and I begin to pant when a soft buzzing begins. “Tyson.” I bury my face into the comforter so I can lift my hips.
He grips my hair and yanks my head back, making me cry out. His face now by mine. “You’ll lie here until I get back, Lake.”
I whimper. He’s going to leave me like this. “I’m … sorry.”
“You won’t lie to me, little darling. Otherwise, you get fucked. And not the way you like.” He lets go of my hair, and my face falls to the bed once more.
Without saying another word, he turns off the light and shuts the bedroom door, leaving me in complete darkness.
TYSON
I’ve just sat down at my desk when the door opens, and I look up to see Bethany enter. She looks worse than Lake did earlier when she came in crying and wobbling.