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He is a Leader, believes in Order, knows when to Rule, and is a Deity.
Not just anyone can be in this society. It only accepts the best of the best. And I am the motherfucking best at everything I do.
It’s all a fucking lie. In my world, you can’t believe a damn word you’re told or anything you see. It boils down to this: you’ll live until you die. It’s that simple.
Sometimes the villain is the only one who wins because no one else is ruthless enough to fight him.
They’re handing it to me on a silver platter, and I’m going to make him choke on it while my wife is on her knees swallowing my dick.
“You either willingly walk down that aisle to me, or you crawl on your hands and knees with a collar around your neck while I drag you by a leash.”
“Don’t underestimate my ability to humiliate you, darling. It will happen. But right now, I’m giving you the choice of it being another time in the privacy of our home, or in front of everyone you love.”
If she didn’t need to say her vows, I’d have made her open her mouth and filled it with a ball gag. Wouldn’t that have been a sight? Her standing in front of her parents with drool running from her painted lips and onto her expensive dress. The thought alone makes me hard.
I feel his lips slowly running along my jawline as he speaks softly, “As blood is my oath, you will forever belong to me and I to you.” He reaches my lips and captures mine with his.
“Welcome to hell, little darling. You’ll only be able to crawl as far as my chains will allow you.”
“I want you to feel me holding you down. I want you to hear yourself gasping for breath when I force you to come. And I want your eyes on mine while I make you cry. I’ll never drug you, Lake, because I don’t need you compliant. You’re now my wife, and I can take whatever I want from you.”
She will learn to love being whipped, chained, and gagged when I fuck her. The daughter of Frank Minson will crawl on her hands and knees while begging me to use her however I want.
I lean over, and spit falls from my mouth onto her cunt. She makes a gagging sound. Spit is the least of her worries. When I’m done with her, she’ll kneel with an open mouth, begging for me to spit down her throat like it’s on fire and only I can put it out.
“Taste that?” I shove a finger between her open lips, and she starts gagging. Spit flies from her mouth in the process and covers the white velvet headboard. “That’s your innocence, Lake, smeared all over my cock. Isn’t it sweet?”
“You feel so good, Lake. So fucking tight,” I tell her, listening to her mumbled cries. “You’re doing so good for me.” She tries to take in a breath, but my hand covers most of her tear-streaked face. “Taking my cock like the good whore I knew you’d be.”
“You’re doing so good, Lake. So fucking good. Look how well your pussy is taking my cock.”
“That’s it, little darling.” He lowers his mouth to my face and licks my innocence off my lips before growling. “Let it go. Be a good girl and come all over my bloody cock. Show me how much you like it.”
Yet here I am with a fucking shock collar around my neck and my husband’s cum leaking out of my bleeding cunt.
“That’s it, Lake. That’s the sound I want to hear you make. Suck on them, little darling. Pretend it’s my cock. Show me how good you’re going to be on your knees.”
I place my thumbs on either side of her pussy, opening up her cunt. Leaning over, I’m unable to stop myself, and I run my tongue over her pussy, licking up her cum like a starving man.
“I am the only god you will worship, little darling. Ready to get on your knees for me?”
She stops in front of me, and she’s still panting. Good. I want every motherfucker there tonight to see how crazed she is for me. For my cock. For my attention. For my approval.
I just want her son to bend me over, spank my ass, and call me his good fucking slut while his cock pounds into my throbbing pussy until I come all over it.
He’s getting angry with me. Good. I want a fight. A sick part of me likes when I make him feel something. It means I’m getting to him.
The way her body leans into me and how she whimpers when I touch her.
He picked me. I’m his wife. He’s my husband. A man like Tyson needs a woman. A slut. His own personal whore. I’m determined to be that.
“I’m going to spend some time marking my territory, Lake.” I do it again, and her body shakes. I run the leather up her stomach, through my cum, and slap it across both of her breasts. Her nipples are hard and her chest heaves. Now there’s cum splattered across her neck and face from whipping her with the belt.
“You’re okay.” He wraps his arms around my chest, pulling my back into his. I bring my hands up and grab his skin, trying to calm myself. “You did so good, Lake. So good.” He kisses the side of my head, and I sniff while the water fills the large tub.
My family was right—I’m a disappointment. A sick whore who enjoys whatever her husband wants to do to her.
“Come here, little darling. Let me hold you,” he says softly. Pulling my front into his, he wraps his arm around me once again, and I bury my face into his chest. He kisses my forehead. “You’re okay, Lake. I’ve got you.”
Laikyn Grace Crawford is mine. And I’ll prove it to the fucking world. If I have to carve my name all over her flawless skin, I will.
Tyson isn’t the kind of guy that you call baby or sweetie. No, you kneel and call him sir or god. Fuck, I’d call him daddy if that’s what he was into.
Men like Tyson Crawford need a sacrifice, and he’s made me realize that I’d willingly be that for him.
Love? It doesn’t sound so foreign anymore. If loving someone means you’d burn the world to protect them, then I love her. It was never supposed to be this way. Me and her. But it doesn’t matter why or how we got here. Not anymore.
Lots of people mistake lust and love. The difference is love demands a sacrifice.
“Because it didn’t matter,” she answers tightly. “Everything matters when it comes to you,”
“But you? You, Laikyn Grace Crawford, are my wife. And you having our child would be the greatest gift in this world.”
“I wanted to gag you at our wedding,” he admits shamelessly, and I blink as my heart pounds in my chest. “I was hoping you’d fight me then so I could use that collar and leash on you. Watching you crawl to me would have been so sweet.”
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.
“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’m going to tie you up like this later, and I’m going to stuff that tight cunt with a vibrator and your ass with a butt plug, and I’m going to sit back and watch you drool all over yourself while you come over and over.”
I can’t wait to tie her to our bed at home and fuck her until she’s begging me to stop and then holding her in the bathtub, washing her body for her when she’s too weak to do it herself. I want to bring her breakfast in bed and help her get ready for the day. But then I also want those gorgeous blue eyes to cry for me while my cock is buried inside her. Taking her however I want, whenever I want.
“I choose you,” I say, feeling the butterflies in my stomach at the way his eyes devour my chest. He’s starving, and I want to be his offering. I’d willingly be his sacrifice. Make me yours.
She may be my whore in private, but she is my equal in every aspect of our lives.
