Page 14 of Obsession (Dark Revenge)
There were a few seconds when I lost myself to the sight of Jared stroking himself, momentarily forgetting about the game we were playing. I had never been forced to watch before while also touching myself at the same time. Sure, I had been made to wait until I could have him fully, but I had never been given a show like the one Jared had put on for me tonight. This wasn’t merely about degrading me or making me feel used, like the times he had stuffed panties in my mouth and covered my face in his cum.
It dawned on me too late what his strategy had been tonight. It only became clear when he finally shot his load all over my face, once again asserting his dominance. I understood why he hadn’t resorted to whipping, tying me up, or demanding complete stillness while he climaxed over me. No, this was his way of conditioning me to want to be degraded, to crave his punishment because it brought pleasure.
Clever bastard, I thought to myself, watching the pleased smile on his lips and some of the exhaustion disappearing from his face. Jared reached out, running his thumb over the cum on my cheek and then began feeding it to me. He pushed his fingers deep into my mouth, making me gag slightly, but I endured the discomfort. He then stood up and laughed as he walked away from me, leaving me on the floor.
I was trembling with anger, but I knew I couldn’t let Jared see how much he had affected me tonight. Hiding my fury was challenging, especially when he returned with a wet cloth to clean my face.
“I can do that,” I told him, trying to grab the cloth, but he silenced me with a stern look. He held my chin firmly, keeping me in place, and I understood that this was part of his strategy. Giving me aftercare was another move to break down my walls.
“Now, you have 10 minutes to get ready for bed, and then we are going to sleep together,” he informed me, proceeding to undress as he made his way to the bed.
“What? Together?” I questioned, watching him as he removed his shirt, his back muscles flexing.
“Yes, I can’t have you running off again,” he replied, turning slightly to look at me, a sinister smile playing on his lips. “We have already shared the bed once.”
“Yes, but you also fucked me so hard I couldn’t move afterward and fell asleep beside you by accident,” I reminded him, causing his smile to widen.
“Seven minutes,” he announced, and I hurriedly got up to head to the bathroom.
When I returned, he was already on the bed, patting the empty space beside him. The smile on his lips suggested that he was not finished with his games for the night. Reluctantly, I tiptoed closer but stopped by the couch where I had slept for the past week.
“You said that whenever I’m on the bed, we fuck. We don’t sleep together,” I pointed out.
“We do tonight.”
“But you could just tie me to the couch.”
“I tied you to the bedpost, and you still managed to escape.”
“I wasn’t exactly tied down,” I reminded him.
“Slave,” he ordered, patting the empty side again.
Reluctantly, I inched closer, my apprehension growing, aware that I might come to regret my decision, yet feeling compelled to proceed. Carefully, I tiptoed toward him, striving to make no noise. Slipping under the crisp, clean sheets, I finally turned to face him, my curiosity piqued about what he had planned for me next.
“Hold out your hand,” he commanded.
Reluctantly, I raised my hand and extended it toward him. He revealed something hidden beneath the covers—my cuffs from earlier—and slipped one of them around my wrist.
“Of course,” I sighed.
“Can’t have you running off again,” he said.
“Of course not.”
I was convinced he would fasten one end of the cuff to the bedpost, so I started to turn away, expecting to be tethered to the pole at my side. But as I began to shift, I felt a sudden tug. Turning my head in astonishment, my mouth fell open when I realized that Jared hadn't restrained me to the bed, but to himself!
“W-What are you doing?” I asked, my voice quivering, as he tightened the leather cuff around himself.
“I already told you. Ensuring you don’t run,” he replied.
“Then why not cuff me to the bed?”
“This is better.”
“How?” I exclaimed, attempting to reach for his cuff, trying to remove it. Being physically bound to Jared was a terrifyingthought. I was already tethered to him through a binding contract, and I didn’t want to be physically connected to his body as well.
However, as I attempted to reach for his cuff, he caught my hand with his free one and gave me a stern look, warning me not to try to free myself.
