Page 50 of Obsession (Dark Revenge)
I placed my hands over my face, berating myself for my momentary lapse in judgment. How foolish I had been to let myguard down, even for a moment. Jared had been telling the truth when he insisted that nothing had changed between us.
In reality, we were the exact same people we had been just 10 minutes ago. My confession, my words, they held no power to alter the dynamics of our twisted game. All it would accomplish was to push Jared to be even more relentless, convinced that I was attempting to manipulate him through sympathy. How utterly pathetic I felt, slowly realizing that I was losing this war, and the admission stung deeply.
“Now, let’s return to the room. This time, you’ll wait for me there,” he commanded.
“No, I was actually planning to go for another little drive,” I retorted defiantly as he withdrew his hand, allowing me to sit up.
“Remarkable how little time it took for you to forget what I’m capable of,” he remarked with a sardonic grin.
I glanced downward, fully aware that my defiant words were practically an invitation for him to unleash his wrath upon me. Why couldn’t I simply keep my mouth shut? It was the constant reminder of how much power he held over me, dictating my every fate, that drove me to challenge him, but I also recognized that I was only making my own situation worse.
“Come,” he ordered, the same smug smile still playing on his lips.
I reluctantly climbed off the table, feeling his cum slide down my thighs as a bitter reminder of our recent encounter. I had shamelessly begged for it to happen. Could I sink any lower? I angrily retrieved my clothes and dressed as we headed back upstairs.
“Can I at least have a shower?” I inquired upon our return.
“No,” he replied flatly.
“Of course,” I sighed with resignation.
“You will, however, be getting undressed.”
“But I thought you had work to attend to?”
His phone began ringing once more, and he let out an annoyed groan. He silenced the call, typed something on his phone, and then stashed it in his back pocket.
“I do,” he affirmed, turning his attention back to me.
“But you want me to undress?” I questioned with a growing sense of unease.
“Yes.”
My heart began to race as I realized the intentions that he had in store for me. Slowly, I removed my clothes, conveying through my actions that I understood his plans. Jared stood a short distance behind me, closer to the door, as if he feared I might attempt to flee once more. Nevertheless, the self-assured smile never left his lips.
As I discarded my clothes on the floor like a petulant child, he cast a fleeting glance at them before fixing his gaze on me.
“The floor, I presume?” I ventured, gesturing to the place where he had ordered me to kneel the last time.
“On the bed,” he corrected me.
I regarded him with a mixture of confusion and apprehension, but his narrowed eyes issued a subtle challenge, daring me to defy his commands. I sighed, reluctantly obeying his directive and making my way to the bed. I reclined on it, positioning myself with my arms behind me and facing him.
“On my back or on my hands and knees?” I inquired.
“On your back,” he specified.
I shifted further up on the bed and lay down, extending my arms upward, indicating my readiness for the cuffs. However, instead of immediately restraining me, Jared walked away, disappearing into the closet. My heart raced as I sat up slightly, waiting for him to come back.
To my astonishment, Jared didn’t return with just a few items. He brought an entire bag and placed it beside the bed. I glanced from the bag to him, growing increasingly anxious, a feeling heseemed to pick up on. His smile took on a darker edge, but he didn’t instruct me to extend my hands for the cuffs again.
“Tonight, you get to choose your torture,” he announced.
“How delightful,” I sighed, sinking back onto the bed.
He reached into the bag and presented me with two options: a black ball gag and a blindfold. Normally, I would have opted for the blindfold, but I remembered that last time I couldn’t see who entered Jared’s room. This time, I preferred to maintain some visibility. I pointed to the ball gag, and he swiftly secured it around my head.
Next, I had to select between regular leather cuffs and ropes. I chose the cuffs, and Jared had me turn slightly so he could fasten them behind my back. It felt somewhat uncomfortable lying on my arms, but I could still shift around to alleviate some of the pressure.
