Total pages in book: 180
Estimated words: 168587 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 843(@200wpm)___ 674(@250wpm)___ 562(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 168587 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 843(@200wpm)___ 674(@250wpm)___ 562(@300wpm)
“You didn’t cover all of your tables,” I inform her, letting her know I was watching on the cameras.
She sniffs, walking to the couch and sitting down on it. She whimpers, getting off her feet.
“Come here,” I command, and she bows her head. Using her hands, she pushes herself up off the couch and makes her way over to stand beside my desk. I grab the key and unlock the cuffs; she falls off the side of the heels onto her ass to the floor.
With shaking hands, she reaches into her pouch and pulls out her tips from tonight. “I’ll … bring the rest … tomorrow,” she chokes out through her soft sobs.
I count the cash. She only made three hundred tonight, further proving my point that she passed most of her tables off. “You’ll bring me your tips after every shift until they’re paid for,” I inform her. Bringing money from home isn’t going to count.
She nods, getting to her shaky feet. “Yes, sir.”
“Get the fuck out of my office and go home, Bethany,” I order, and she hobbles out as fast as she can.
I close down my office and make my way back up to the apartment. Turning on the bedroom light, I find her right where I left her. Tied facedown and moaning into our bed. “Miss me, little darling?” I ask, removing my belt from my slacks.
She doesn’t answer me. Instead, she buries her face into the sheets. I smile and undo my slacks. I remove them along with my boxer briefs and button-up.
I tied her so her legs are wide open, each ankle to each bedpost of the footboard. Reaching out, I grab her thighs and pull her toward the edge. “Bend your knees. Ass in the air,” I command.
It takes her a second to get where I want her, but she manages with my help. She’s making whimpering noises in this position, considering that the posture collar around her neck is probably making it hard to breathe.
“Let’s see how wet you are.” I tug on the vibrator, pulling it free from her cunt and she cries out, her body sagging now that she can finally relax.
I position myself between her legs and grab my hard dick. I slide it into her soaking cunt and start fucking her hard and fast. Her voice rings out into the room.
Grabbing her hair, I yank her head back and fuck her into the bed like the whore I’m turning her into.
TWENTY-FIVE
LAIKYN
It’s been two weeks since Tyson hijacked my wedding to Luke. Thankfully, my father hasn’t made any more appearances at Blackout. And actually, the more I think about what he did, the more concerned I get. Why would he come here? Why risk being seen? I’m guessing that Bethany helped him sneak in and out. But still, if Tyson saw him, I have no doubt he’d kill my father without thought. Then I’m sure Bethany would rat me out about the fact I was aware he’s been inside of Blackout. She’s been avoiding me and won’t even make eye contact. It also makes me nervous. It’s almost as if Tyson set me up for her to come after me only to get onto her and force her back. My head is spinning from the possibilities of what the fuck is happening. If I could drink, I’d stay drunk just to slow down my mind.
I’m lying in our bed watching TV, eating a bag of chips, when the bedroom door open. Tyson enters. He’s left me alone most days since he punished me for lying to him about what Bethany did. It’s been weird actually. I visit him before my shift, and he fucks me and sends me on my way. I’m up here and asleep before he’s done with what he needs to do, and then I wake up the following morning alone. It’s all part of his head games. Nothing but sex, then total isolation. I don’t exist to him unless he’s using my body.
“Throw on some clothes, we’re leaving in ten minutes,” he announces.
“Where are we going?” I ask, sitting up.
“Our house.”
It’s not the fact that he actually answered that makes me pause. It’s how he called it our house. I swallow nervously, getting out of bed, and I run my hands down my bare thighs. “I’m already dressed,” I say, looking down at my cotton shorts and tank top. Not like I need to look my best just to go to the house. “I can get ready when we get back,” I say, knowing my shift doesn’t start for five hours.
“We’ll be staying there tonight,” he informs me.
“Oh,” I say softly. “So I’m not working tonight?”
“No.” He enters the bathroom, closing the door behind him. The act pisses me off.
I turn the knob to find it unlocked and open it. I push harder than I meant to, and it slams into the interior wall.