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“Alison, it’s called payback, and there’s nothing sweeter than revenge served cold,” I taunted, watching as her hands slid lower, down the front of my body. “Besides, we both know who is truly obsessed with whom.”
Her eyes widened slightly, as if she were taken aback. “Oh?” she inquired.
“No one satisfies you the way I do. Not even your millionaire husband,” I teased, noting the return of her wicked smile. Her behavior was indeed peculiar, but I found it difficult to dwell on it as her hands began working on my pants again, undoing them and then slipping a hand inside to stroke me.
A soft gasp escaped me, pleasure coursing through me as she stroked me firmly.
“I thought you were my husband,” she teased.
I pulled her closer, our lips tantalizingly close. “I am, and I want to be inside my wife. Right now.”
Alison withdrew her hand, slowly pushing her dress up to reveal that she wore no panties. I lowered my pants and then pulled her onto me, her descent slow and deliberate, driving me to the brink of madness. I grasped her hips firmly, thrusting upward, and she cried out, not quite prepared for the sudden intensity, but I pulled down the strap of her dark dress, taking her nipple into my mouth and holding her still as I teased and sucked on it. Her sweet moans filled the room, urging us both on, and I released my grip on her so she could move freely.
Her fingers tangled in my hair as I continued to lavish attention on her, a soft whimper escaping her lips as her hips began moving faster. I eased my hold on her breast, sliding my tongue over her nipple before switching to the other, ensuring that neither was neglected.
“God, yes,” she whispered, leaning back a bit and adjusting the angle before sliding up and down faster on me.
Her tightness enveloped me, and as she started to unravel on top of me, I had to restrain myself to let her ride out the delicious storm. The sensation of her squeezing around me was addictive, and I couldn’t deny that a part of me would always crave it. I hadn’t initiated this encounter with the intention of enjoying it, but I couldn’t deny that what she made me feel wasn’t colddisgust anymore. It wasn’t just her pain that was driving me to the edge.
As Alison lost herself in pleasure, I guided her to move off me, hearing her protest. I turned her around and pulled her back against me, sliding into her welcoming body. I grasped her throat, tilting her head back against me, while my other hand held her hip, controlling her movements to ensure she didn’t stop.
“You’ll never forget these moments,” I whispered into her ear. “They will keep you warm when your bed remains cold and empty.”
Her moans grew louder, and she slid a hand down to her clit, starting to pleasure herself.
“I’m not the only one who will think about this when we go our separate ways,” she declared, and then cried out in pleasure as she climaxed once more, her inner walls squeezing me, and this time, I let go as well.
I let out a deep, satisfied moan, resting my head against her shoulder as I emptied myself inside her. Such powerful pleasure continued coursing through me even after I had finished. I couldn’t deny that Alison was right. I would think about our time together. I feared it might be the only warmth I’d find in my new life.
Chapter 44
-Jared-
“I think it’s a brilliant idea,” she stated.
“It’s a horrible idea.”
Alison shook her head as she sat beside me the next morning, sipping her coffee.
“You need to learn to swim,” she told me.
“You’re not teaching me.”
“Why not?”
“Because my slave isn’t instructing her Master in anything,” I retorted, sipping my own coffee.
“I’m your wife,” she corrected, stating it with a teasing smile on her lips.
She seemed to be growing a bit too comfortable in her role, so I placed my cup down and rested an arm on the back of her seat, leaning toward her.
“I haven’t disciplined you in a while, have I, slave?” I taunted, noticing her confidence waver slightly.
“I-I’m just trying to help.”
“No, you’re thinking you might have some control between us, but you do not. Remember, you’re only playing my wife for me to practice my marriage with Astrid. And that woman would prefer that I drowned rather than learn to swim."
“But not being able to swim is technically a weakness,” she suggested.
