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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He picks me up and sets me on the Lords’ table. I’m shaking, my breathing erratic and my pussy fucking soaked. He grabs my hair at the base of my neck, avoiding the buckle on the gag, and forces me down on my stomach. I close my eyes, knowing I’m about to serve my Lord.

For all I know, I’m about to be his sacrifice, and that’s why he married me. You don’t get to rule the world without shedding some blood along the way. The sad part is, I’d gladly do it.

TYSON

I pick up the first piece of rope and slide it underneath my wife, stopping it at her upper chest. I wrap it around her upper body and arms, bringing it to her back and tying it off with a knot. Then I take the extra rope down to her elbows, tying them together as well.

She moans, her body rocking from side to side, testing them. I smile. She won’t be able to move once I finish with her. Removing the keys from my pocket, I undo the cuffs and toss them to the side. I don’t need them right now. I continue with the rope around her wrists as I order, “Interlock your fingers.” She does as she’s told, and I slap her ass, making her jump. Rubbing the now red spot, I murmur, “Good girl.” She lifts her hips in the air, begging me to lower my hand between her legs, but I don’t. This is about me. Not her.

Tying her wrists together, I stand back and admire the rope wrapped around her flawless skin. “So perfect,” I praise her, and she whimpers.

I pick up the second piece of rope and do the same to her legs, tying them together on her upper thighs, above her knees, and then her ankles. She wiggles her body around, and I imagine how soaked her cunt is for my cock. I wish I had the time to bury my face between them, but I don’t. We’re on borrowed time as it is.

We broke her out of the psych ward a week ago. People know she’s missing by now. Luke is MIA and I’ve got two people who won’t tell me what I want to know. The rest of the world thinks she’s dead. As much as I wish to keep her safe, I don’t want her to have to live a life where no one knows she exists.

I take the last piece of rope, loop it around her tied ankles and then pull her legs, lifting them off the Lords’ table and tying the excess to the rope wrapped around her upper arms, securing her in a hogtied position.

Tying it off tightly so she has no way of getting free, I walk around to stand at the end of the table by her head and look down at her. Removing my mask, I smile at her as she looks up at me through her lashes. “Now I play with my wife.”

SIXTY-TWO

LAIKYN

He reaches down and undoes the buckle to the gag. Pulling it out, I gasp as the drool runs out of my mouth. “Tyson—” I yank on the ropes that have me tied so tight that I’m unable to move other than rocking forward to back.

“You’re hogtied, Lake,” he says, reaching his hands out to cup my face, and I lean into it. “You’ve been kidnapped. And must be restrained so you can’t run away.”

I moan, and he smiles. “You want that, little darling? Want me to set you free and chase you down?”

“Yes,” I answer, and my voice sounds as desperate as my body feels. My tied thighs are soaking fucking wet from what he just did to me.

He chuckles. “I’ll add that to the long list of things I’m going to do to you over the next fifty years of my life.” My face falls to the table, and I wiggle my tied arms, it pulls on my legs. His hand grips my hair and yanks my head up, making me cry out. His free hand goes to his jeans, and he unzips them before pulling out his pierced dick. He’s hard. My pulse races as my pussy throbs, and my lips fall open without even being told. My jaw is already sore from the gag, but I don’t care. I’m in desperate need to be used.

“That’s a good girl, little darling. I’m going to fuck this pretty face of yours until you’re crying big, beautiful tears. Then you’re going to swallow.”

I stick my tongue out like a needy slut as he holds his cock just inches from my face. I can see the precum on the tip, and I ache to lick it. The cold table and room have my nipples hard, the rope around my chest rubs against my breasts, and I fight to relieve the pressure in my limbs. It’s all too much. I feel like I’m about to come just like this. Tied up and on display for my Lord.


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