I’m not, but I say, “It smells lovely.” It’s also six in the morning. Did she even go to sleep last night?
Licking her lips nervously, she removes her apron from around her waist and folds it neatly on the counter. “Would you like a drink?” she asks, sliding her hands down her black dress. It’s got a high neck and comes to her knees. It’s not revealing in the sense that her tits and ass are hanging out, but it shows every curve her body has to offer. My hands itch to run all over it.
“Yes, please.”
She goes over to the island and pours me a glass of whiskey. Bringing it to me, she holds it out.
I throw it back in one gulp, and she takes it from me. “I’ll get you another one. Go take a seat. It’ll be ready in just a few minutes.”
I walk back over to the table and sit down. I’m not much for the romantic atmosphere, but I won’t lie and say I’m not excited that she stayed up for me to get home. I’ve mostly ignored her the past week. I come home bloody from beating some guy in the basement. And she’s passed out asleep in our bed when I get up and leave.
I undo the top button of my shirt, my skin starting to feel hot as she enters the formal dining room, carrying the dish.
“You okay?” she asks, her brows creasing. “You look flushed.” She places her hand on my forehead, and her frown deepens. “God, Tyson, you’re burning up.”
“I…” I clear my throat and undo another button. “Think I’m coming down with something.” My eyes get heavy, and my head bobs a few times. My neck unable to keep it up.
“You should lie down,” she suggests.
“Yeah.” I stand from my chair, but my knees give out, and I fall back into it. It feels like time stands still as everything slows. My eyes meet hers and I see her lips move, but I don’t hear anything over the blood rushing in my ears.
I blink a few times, the room starts to sway, and I place my hands over my eyes, trying to rub them. But my hands fall to my sides, and my head falls forward.
LAIKYN
I sitdown in the seat beside him and watch his eyes close, and this time, they stay closed. I smile, reaching out and grabbing a grape and popping it in my mouth.
I drugged him. I had already placed the drugs at the bottom of his glass before he even got home. I then poured the whiskey into it; he didn’t even notice.
Teach him to drug me again.
I get up from my chair and grab the rope out of the drawer I put it in. I pull his chair away from the table. It scrapes across the floor, hurting my ears. I bend down, bringing his arm to the side and tie it to the back leg. Then I repeat the process to the other. There aren’t armrests so this will have to do. I grip his shirt and rip it open, the buttons flying across the marble floor.
Then I sit down and make my plate. I’ll eat breakfast while he’s out. When he wakes up—who knows when that will be—I’ll play with him like a toy. We’ll see how much he likes being taken advantage of and humiliated.
* * *
An hour later,I’m still sitting at the table when his head pops up, and he sucks in a deep breath.
“Well, hello there.” I smile at him.
“What?” He yanks on the rope, his head dropping to survey his situation. “What the fuck?” He yanks on them, the chair rattling from his force.
I pray to God it holds him because if he gets loose, I’m fucked.
“Lake,” he growls, his eyes meeting mine. “Untie me right fucking now.”
I tilt my head, my lips puckering in thought. “I don’t think so.”
“LAKE!” he shouts, his chest rising and falling fast. He takes in a deep breath. “If you don’t…”
“What are you going to do?” I stand, and his eyes shoot daggers up at me. I walk over to him and straddle his legs.
He stiffens when I drape my arms over his shoulders. I can feel his body vibrating with rage. I start playing with his hair, and he yanks his head away. I grab it and yank it back, and he bares his straight white teeth, growling at me.
I lower my face to his. “It sucks knowing that you’re helpless, doesn’t it?”
He doesn’t answer.
