Page 20 of Obsession (Dark Revenge)
He perked up slightly. “Permanently?”
“My place is here, isn’t it?” I responded.
He nodded. “Indeed.”
“In that case, I’ll start packing, but let’s wait a few days after the recent incident at the harbor,” I informed him.
“Agreed, but I’m sure I don’t need to remind you that your pet must remain unaware,” Vince cautioned.
“Why would I tell her?” I asked.
“To shatter her, to tarnish a daughter’s idealized image of her father. It would be a powerful card to play, but the girl will go to great lengths to warn her father because she won’t believe you,” he reminded me.
“Don’t worry, I have no interest in discussing business with her that she can’t comprehend,” I assured him.
“Then you may go.”
I nodded, turning away from Vince, fully aware that I had a considerable amount of work ahead of me that would make it challenging to enjoy whatever time I had left with Alison. However, it didn’t deter me from returning to the room. I entered just as Alison released a deep moan, her entire body trembling so much that the chain of her cuffs clinked against the pole.
“Make it stop!” she pleaded as she noticed me standing in the doorway. I closed the door behind me and leaned against it, crossing my arms to convey my comfort. “Master!”
“Say please,” I taunted.
“Please!”
“Like you mean it. Sweetly, without anger,” I instructed.
“Oh, you...” She didn’t finish that sentence, evidently understanding the consequences of doing so. Instead, she took a deep breath, attempting to regain her focus after the multiple orgasms she had already experienced. I had to admit that no one could act like Alison. She could switch sides so rapidly, appearing utterly ruined one moment and then bringing back those doe eyes and using the sweetest voice that could make any man weak in the knees. She pleaded with me, “Please, Master. I have been good and endured your torture. Can it stop now?”
I had heard her use that voice before on teachers, and it had always worked. I even had to admit it almost fooled me, but I knew she was simply putting on a convincing act. However, I pushed away from the door and walked over to my phone, switching it off twice.
Alison’s entire body slumped forward as she took deep breaths, trying to recover from the sweet torture I had put her through.
“Can I take a shower?” she panted, attempting to regain control of her breathing.
“No, I’m hungry, slave. You’re making breakfast this time.”
“Argh!” she groaned, and I went to find her another little maid outfit, one straight out of a porn movie.
I released her wrists, and she held up the outfit before turning to me.
“Really?” she asked.
“Would I have brought it out otherwise?”
“You’ve got to be kidding me.”
I flipped her over onto her stomach and playfully slapped her ass a few times.
“You’re getting quite bratty, my little slut. Didn’t I fuck it out of you this morning?” I taunted.
She mumbled something into the bed, but I let her push up and get dressed. However, as she stood before me, she was squirming around, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.
“Wet?” I taunted.
“I lost count of how many times I came, of course I am. Can I not go clean up at least?” she asked.
“No.”
