“If you don’t, you will be punished, Lake,” he adds, and I inhale sharply as he pushes two fingers into my ass once again.
I rise up on my tiptoes, and when I’m about to beg him to stop, he pulls them out. I exhale and relax on the surface of the desk.
But I tense a second later when something rubs against my ass. “Tyson?” I gasp, feeling pressure against the spot his fingers just were. It’s not his dick, it feels … different.
“Take in a deep breath, Lake,” he commands.
I do as he says.
“Now let it out slowly and relax.” He pushes something inside me. I cry out, trying to pull away but my hips are pushed up against the side of the desk, so I have nowhere to go. I’m at his mercy.
I feel my ass open up for whatever he’s making me take, and just when I don’t think I can take it anymore, the pain subsides.
He grabs my cuffed arms and pulls me to stand. Turning me to face him, he cups my face. My watery eyes meet his and he leans down, kissing me. My lips open up for him on their own, and I moan into his mouth as he reminds me that I’m his.
I want to cry that I want him. That I need him. The fact that my pussy is wet just proves that I’m trained. Just how he wants me. My hands fight the cuffs, wanting to touch him. To run all over his chest and arms, feeling his strong and muscular body.
The taste of the whiskey on his breath has me moaning. Or it could be the way he’s holding me to him—both of his hands in my hair, his fingers gripping the strands so painfully my scalp stings. But I like it. I rub my hips into his, and I can feel how hard he is. He’s all worked up, and I pray that it’s because of me and not the bitch who was in his office when I entered.
He slows the kiss, just our lips touching before he pulls away, leaving me panting. “Every two hours, you will come to see me, and I’ll change out the plug.”
My eyes widen as I realize what we’re doing. He’s going to slowly stretch my ass to fuck it later. I knew anal was his plan, but I thought we would do it now and get it over with. Why do I feel like he’s punishing me? Dragging it out by making me wait. It’s a way of control.
“Do not remove it,” he demands.
“What if …?” I trail off, afraid to even finish that question.
“What if what?” he asks, running his knuckles down my neck and to my choker.
The subtle hint that, at any time, he can turn it on and shock me into submission. Maybe that’s what he meant by I’ll be punished tonight. The fact that I want to be hisgood girlis reason enough to turn it on and light me up. Maybe it’ll help me out of this trance that he’s got me in.
“What if I have to fart?” I ask softly, my cheeks heating up with embarrassment.
He laughs like I’ve never heard him laugh before. It makes his eyes light up and his chest shake. He looks careless and free. “That’s cute.” He kisses my forehead and turns me around. Uncuffing me, he pulls my leotard, snapping it, and then slaps my ass once more. “Put your shorts on and go to work. I’ll see you in two hours.” With that, he dismisses me, avoiding my question that was not a joke.
THIRTY-FIVE
LAIKYN
Ilook at the clock to see I’ve got twenty minutes before I have to be upstairs in Tyson’s office. The plug bothered me at first, but I got so busy with my section that I eventually forgot about it.
Walking up to my new table, I see it’s Collin and some of his friends that we used to hang out with. “Lake.” He notices me and smiles.
My shoulders slump. I was hoping he wouldn’t see me, and I could hand this table off to someone else. But this is why Tyson makes me work here. To humiliate me. To show the world I’m his bitch. So I put a fake smile on my face. “Hey. What can I get you, guys?”
His friend Timothy looks up at me. His eyes fall to my chest, over my body, and then return to my breasts again. “Well, Little Miss Lake has grown up.”
“Right?” Collin reaches out and wraps his arm around my waist, pulling me into him. Much friendlier than when he’s shown up here before. It’s to show off to his friends, I’m sure. “I preferred the blond better, babe.”
I instantly pull away and look around to make sure no one saw. That’s all I need is for Bethany to go and tell my husband I’m cheating on him. That’s one way for her to get him on her side. Then she’ll have a plug up her ass. I ignore the comment about my hair. I don’t give a fuck what Collinprefers.
“What?” Collin laughs, noticing, and I’m pretty sure they’ve been drinking for quite some time tonight by the way his eyes are glassed over. “He won’t care, Lake.” Rolling his eyes, he sits back in his seat.
“Don’t tell us that you think Tyson married you because he actually loves you,” Timothy says, making all the guys laugh.
My chest tightens at his words. It’s the same thing my brother told me at the house of Lords. That had been our first and only public appearance as husband and wife. Other than that, I haven’t been allowed to go anywhere, so the fact that the world is now aware of my marriage to Tyson catches me off guard. I guess I hadn’t thought of that until now. “No, I—”
“He probably gave you Whitney’s ring,” a guy named Mickey adds.
