I’m also not one of those girls who believe you marry for love.
That rarely happens in our world. Now I’m not saying that Lords and Ladies don’t end up falling in love with one another after they’ve been married. But I’ve seen too many marriages where they still hate one another when their kids are forced to marry someone they don’t want.
I guess I hate myself the most. That fact that I always dreamed of a different life. A special kind of love. That’s for fools.
The club closed an hour ago, and we’re all cleaning up. Thankfully, Bethany has ignored me tonight. The club was packed, and we’ve all been busy with our sections. Plus, there was a fight that broke out in VIP. Security threw three guys out and the girl they came with.
I put my tray of glasses up on the bar and look over at the round booth in the corner. It’s where Tyson always sits while we clean. But he’s not there tonight. I haven’t seen him since I stormed into his office and demanded answers that he, of course, didn’t give. I guess his silence was my answer.
“Have a good night, Lake,” Beau calls out.
I wave at him, knowing that my night will, in fact, not be good. I’ve had a plug in my ass for six hours—is that even healthy—and I’m about to get fucked by my husband, who I insulted by saying his dick was small. Which was, of course, a lie. It’s not small by any means. I know Tyson well enough now to know that he’ll make it as painful as possible. Margaret bled the first time she did it. I’m guessing that will be my experience too.
Making my way to the elevator, I shake my hands and take in a deep calming breath. It doesn’t work as it climbs higher. I take it to the fourth floor and enter our apartment. It’s quiet, the lights off. I walk down the hallway to the bedroom with my heart in my throat.
Pushing the door open, I see the light is on, and he’s already in here, standing by the long dresser with his back to me. “Get undressed,” he commands without even looking up at me in the mirror.
His words instantly piss me off all over again. “I’m going to shower.” And I’m pulling this damn plug out whether he likes it or not.
He turns to face me, and he has pieces of rope fisted in his hands, so long they puddle at his feet. He tosses them onto the bed. My heart picks up, but I square my shoulders, refusing to let him think I’m intimidated. No matter how much I am.
Giving him my back, I go to enter the bathroom but drop to my knees when a shock goes through my body.
I’m gasping, on my hands and knees when I see his shoes come to stand in front of me. Sitting back on my legs, I look up at him through watery lashes and suck in a deep breath. I reach up and yank on the collar, letting out a scream of frustration.He fucking shocked me.
“I gave you an order, Lake,” he says calmly. “I expect it to be followed.”
I get to my shaky legs and glare at him. I fist my hands to keep from slapping the shit out of him. It’ll probably just get me a beating. But I honestly don’t think he’d ever hit me. Tyson has other ways to make you do what he wants. Case in point, the collar wrapped around my neck.
Grabbing my shorts, I shove them down my legs. Then I kick off my shoes and unsnap my leotard before pushing my fishnets down my legs. I yank the leotard up and over my body before throwing it across the room and stand before him, naked and chest heaving. I’m so angry with him for making me his Lady. And mad at myself for allowing this to happen.
I hate the fact that he’s fully clothed in dress slacks and a button-up. It makes me feel more vulnerable. He always does this. It’s a reminder that he’s superior, and I’m his slave.
I remove my wedding ring from my finger and lift my hand in front of his face before I drop it to our feet, not caring where it ends up.
A smile tugs at the corner of his lips, and what should make me terrified, gives me butterflies in my stomach. He’s already decided how to make me pay for the fit I threw earlier. I’m just making it worse.
He steps into me, and I cower, my fear getting the best of me. I drop my head, unable to meet his stare. His hand softly touches my cheek, and a whimper escapes my parted lips as he gently guides my head up so I’m forced to look at him.
His free hand runs down my heaving chest and waist before dropping between my legs. He gently runs his fingers along my pussy before lifting it to his lips. “You’re wet, Lake.” He places them in his mouth, tasting them, and my eyes grow heavy. “You may hate me for what I’m about to do to you, but I promise your body will enjoy it.”
His words make my pulse race. But I manage to swallow the lump in my throat, and whisper, “I already hate you.”
THIRTY-SEVEN
TYSON
Her heavy breathing fills the room, and I can’t help but smile as I pick up the piece of rope I had laid out on the bed.
I tie her wrists behind her back and let the excess rope puddle on the floor. I move to stand beside her and slide one arm behind her legs, the other across her back, and pick her up. She gasps in surprise but doesn’t fight me.
Laying her down on the bed, she goes to roll onto her stomach, but I slap her thigh. “Stay on your back. I want your arms underneath you.” Positioning her where her head is all the way at the foot of the bed. I don’t want her head to fall off the edge, but I want it as close as possible.
She whimpers, lifting her hips up off the mattress, trying to relieve the pressure her body is putting on her arms that are tied underneath her. I get back onto the bed and grab the excess rope connected to the end of her wrists. I pull it along the bed and reach down below the headboard, slipping it through a rope cleat. I’ve got them placed all around this bedframe for this very reason. I can tie her up in so many different ways.
I pull the rope taut, tying it off, making sure there’s no give.
“Tyson.” She moans my name, and I watch the way she pulls on the rope. Her heels dig into the bed as she rocks her weight from side to side.
