Page 15 of Obsession (Dark Revenge)
“I won’t be so gentle the next time, my little slut,” he warned. “If you try to free yourself, you will feel my belt on your ass, and you are going to cry.”
“Master, this is absolutely insane. You don’t want to be tied to me!” I protested, holding up our cuffed hands. To my surprise, instead of looking repulsed, he smiled.
“I know you hate this more than I do, so I will endure it,” he assured me.
“It’s going to be very difficult to sleep this way!”
He chuckled and lay down, pulling me along with him to some extent.
“See?”
“You can just not turn around so much,” he countered.
“I am sleeping beside the man who has essentially made me sell myself to him. Why wouldn’t I be turning and tossing?” I pointed out.
He didn't respond, simply settling into a comfortable position. I understood that I had no alternative but to follow suit. I stretched out beside him, keeping my gaze averted. I attempted to turn the other way, but the cuff hindered my arm's movement without inadvertently dragging Jared along. Once more, I rolled over, trying to find a position that felt right.
“Jesus, Alison,” he sighed, and this time, Jared shifted with me.
His cuffed hand encircled me, granting me the freedom to lie facing away from him. Nevertheless, this maneuver also resultedin his arm gliding around my waist, firmly securing me against his body.
“We are not cuddling!” I exclaimed.
“I enjoy this as little as you do,” he murmured in my ear, sending shivers down my spine as his breath tickled my skin.
“We both know you’re reveling in this because I despise it!”
I turned my head slightly, catching a faint smile on his lips, but his closed eyes made it clear that he simply yearned for rest, even if it meant keeping his arm wrapped around me to keep me still. In a bid to provoke him further, I attempted to shift once more, but the limited space offered little room for movement. My efforts resulted in us facing each other once again, causing our arms to assume an awkward, bent position.
"I can't sleep like this," I complained, my hope resting on the possibility that my annoyance might persuade him to release me.
Jared wearily opened his eyes and fixed his gaze on me. "Alison, I've had a very long night. Either stop talking and go to sleep, or I will stuff your mouth with another ball gag," he warned.
"I'll just scream around it," I taunted.
He groaned and then shifted slightly. "What are you doing?" I couldn't help asking, though I knew it rarely ended well when I did.
Jared maneuvered me, turning me onto my stomach. Then he lowered his weight onto me, pressing me into the bed.
"Get off!"
"You have so much fire tonight, little slut," he chuckled. "Could it be I got under your skin?"
"Of course not! But you're heavy. I can't breathe."
"Are you going to stop wiggling around?" he asked.
I sighed into the bed, but I genuinely couldn't sleep this way. His weight was too much, and my ribs wouldn't survive an entirenight with his massive body over me. Although there was a strange comfort in being cocooned, I didn't want it to be Jared who cocooned me.
"Yes," I reluctantly replied.
"Good." He shifted us onto our side again, this time keeping his arm tighter around my waist, his large hand coming around to squeeze my breast.
"Oh, I see now why you're fine with us sleeping together. So you can fondle me the entire night," I spat.
I hated that he was right about getting under my skin. It made me lash out, constantly throwing demands and threats at him, despite knowing the consequences. Jared even squeezed my breast in response before his fingers clamped down on my nipple, causing me to wince in pain before he stroked his thumb over it.
"Okay, okay, I will be quiet," I conceded, not wanting to be teased any longer tonight.
