Page 51 of Scarred Sacrifice
“What if I need a crap?” I counter.
“Then I will cuff you to the towel rail,” she answers.
“What if I want to masturbate?” I press, trying to push her buttons.
“Cuffed or not, you try and do that in my room, I will cut it off,” she bites back.
Man, she riles so easily. “And sleeping arrangements, if this is going to take more than a day?” I ask.
“Then you will sleep next to me, like we did at Henry’s.” She shrugs.
“Fine,” I bite.
“Fine.” She grins.
“I could easily pick you up and carry you out of here and make my escape,” I point out.
I suddenly feel something sharp at my abdomen. I look down to see her pressing a blade to my gut. “And I could easily take your life. Try it and you won’t make it two feet,” she threatens.
I clench my jaw in annoyance. “I guess you’ve thought of everything,” I grit out.
She nods. “Now, strip,” she orders.
I blink. “I’m sorry, what?”
“Remove your clothes. I need to make sure you’re not wearing a wire,” she orders, taking a small step back while keeping the blade aimed at me.
“I’m not wearing a wire,” I defend.
“Don’t believe you,” she bites back.
I exhale. “Fuck it, fine,” I relent, removing my T-shirt and leaving it hanging off our cuffed hands. I yank on our joined hands to undo my fly, and her fingertips brush along my bare torso as I undo each button. Her eyes follow the movement as I glide my thumbs under the waistband of my jeans and boxers and yanks them down to mid-thigh. Standing in front of hercompletely naked, she blinks, her gaze fixed on my dick. She clears her throat before looking away.
“Fine, you can cover yourself now.” She gestures for me to pull my boxers and jeans back up.
I do it quickly, leaving the buttons undone. “Now what?” I ask.
She looks up at me. “We wait.”
CHAPTER NINETEEN
MORRIGAN
It’s been eight days!Eight long days of being cuffed to Nyx. My patience was wearing thin. Every time I mentioned to Bernie about cuffing him back to the pipes, she gave me a long rant about how we don’t behave how a man would, that we are not cruel, and he doesn’t deserve to be treated that way. I am getting cabin fever. I want to get out and ride. I want to speed down the open road. I miss and crave it. Laying here on my bed with Nyx cuffed beside me reading, I’m done. I haven’t ridden in weeks. I sit up abruptly, making his hand jolt, dropping the book he was reading.
“Hey, I was enjoying that. I was just getting to the part where they were fucking,” he says with a grin.
I roll my eyes. “Stop reading Eden’s books. Get up, we are going for a ride,” I order, tugging him off the bed with me.
“You know how to ride?” he asks with a dubious look.
I glare at him as I storm out of the bedroom, doing straight down the hall and dragging Nyx behind me. Eden, Betsy, and Bernie look up from where they are sat by the bar as I storm past them.
“Wondered how long it would take you!” Eden laughs.
“Go careful!” Bernie yells after me.
I grab my helmet, and a spare for Nyx, holding it out to him. He takes it and puts it on. I would normally make sure I had my leathers on, but this was an emergency, and a hoodie and leggings would have to do. I place my helmet on and make my way over to the shed to my bike. As soon as I open the doors and see her, I feel a wave of happiness wash over me. I glide my free hand over her sighing, forgetting that Nyx is with me. I climb on and he stands there, his deep blue eyes watching me through his helmet.
