Page 12 of Obsession (Dark Revenge)
“Running again?” I taunted, leaning back and getting comfortable. I knew that I could easily command her to return if I wished, but witnessing her in such a state of bewilderment provided me with an amusement beyond words.
Typically, even when I subjected Alison to pain, she remained composed, fiercely clinging to her inner fire, which was precisely why I derived so much pleasure from hurting her. She wasn't one to easily yield, but this time, I relished the sight of her crumbling. She even resorted to crawling across the floor in an attempt to distance herself from me. Leaning forward, I seizedher ankle, eliciting a squeal as I yanked her back. In response, she kicked out, attempting to free herself, which only made me laugh.
“Let me go!”
“We aren’t done, little slut. You haven’t pleased your Master yet and thanked him.”
“I’m not fucking pleasing you!” she growled.
“It’s in the contract.”
“Screw the contract!” she shouted, making me laugh again. Tonight, I had managed to stun her. Her high walls had crumbled, and I was well aware that she was attempting to put some distance between us in order to regain her composure. It was, after all, a war that raged between us. At times, we both required a brief respite to reassess our strategies, but I couldn't afford to let her regain her control.
“Come now, my little slut, you should be glad I didn’t use the whip tonight. I was quite pissed when you came back. You wouldn’t have been able to sit down for the remaining time we have left together,” I taunted.
“Give me the whip!” she exclaimed and sat up, her hair a mess, her breathing ragged, and her cheeks even pinker. “Give me the whip, Master, or the belt. Get your anger out!”
“I just did.”
“No, I know you can hit harder!” she challenged me.
“Yes, we both know I can.”
“So hit me harder!”
With a smile, I leaned back once more, drawing Alison nearer and causing her to slide across the floor. She made another attempt to pull away, her apprehension obvious, as if dreading that I might hoist her over my lap once more and subject her to another spanking. Instead, I grabbed my hard cock and began stroking myself in front of her.
“What sort of game is this?” she demanded to know, watching my hand.
“The best kind,” I breathed, picking up the pace a little. I thought this night was the worst one of them all since I came to collect Alison, but my cock was harder than ever before. Seeing Alison in such a disheveled state, her eyes huge from shock and confusion, made my balls tighten, and I was close to shooting my load with just a few strokes.
“Come here,” I ordered and pointed in front of me.
Alison groaned but crawled to me, and I pushed the table away with my foot, making room for her. Gently, I grabbed her collar with two fingers and pulled her closer to my cock. She eyed it, then her eyes slipped higher, meeting mine, waiting for me to tell her to suck me.
“Tell me how much you enjoyed your punishment tonight, slut.”
“What?” she exclaimed.
“Tell your Master how much you loved his punishment. Tell him how much you want him to do it again.”
“Never!” she snarled.
“Do you want to go over my knee again, my little slut?”
She glared at me, and I continued to stroke myself, but forced my hand to go slower, not wanting it all to be over so soon.
“Go on, little slut, and then tell me how much you want your Master to come all over your face.”
I could discern the strain in her clenched teeth, the tension evident in the flexing muscles of her jaw. This game was something she loathed even more than when I forced her to play my wife. Therefore, I was going to relish every single moment of it.
“Well?” I challenged.
“I loved your punishment,” she mumbled between gritted teeth.
“I can’t hear you, slave,” I taunted.
“I… I…”
