Page 57 of Obsession (Dark Revenge)
He chose not to respond to my question. Instead, I heard him moving around before he firmly gripped my hips and tilted me upward. I felt the undeniable pressure of his cock pressing into me, and I groaned, my body accommodating both the plug and his substantial girth.
“Maybe you’re right. Perhaps I’m pissed, and I need my slave to distract me,” he admitted. “So why don’t you be a good little slut for your Master and come on his cock? Let me feel you squeeze around me, slave.”
The limited space allowed for very little room to breathe, but it only intensified the feeling of fullness. I fought hard not to let him control me so easily because I knew it wouldn’t be long before he could make me climax at his command. My body was far too responsive, and I shook my head in protest, hoping toresist the urge, all while the bed creaked beneath us, and Jared’s heavy breathing signaled his growing need to come.
“Would you rather I fucked your ass? We both know how much you love it when I do,” he taunted, his words intended to further weaken my resistance.
I shook my head once more, refusing the idea of him going there. I didn’t want to become accustomed to it, even though I couldn’t deny that I had found some degree of pleasure in it.
“Then come, my sweet little slut,” he urged with a hint of desperation, his voice strained as he continued to thrust into my pussy, the unmistakable sound of our fucking filling the room.
I knew I had no choice but to obey him. As I relinquished my resistance, pleasure began to surge through my veins. The orgasm seemed to build more slowly this time, but it was no less overwhelming, enveloping me in its relentless embrace.
“Yes, such a good little slut,” he whispered, his breath ragged, as he continued to pound into me, forcing my body forward and causing the restraints around my ankles to tighten, keeping me firmly in place.
His fingers dug into my hips, and he began losing his rhythm as he approached his own climax. To my surprise, it wasn’t the derogatory term he used this time when he finally released. Instead, he whispered my name, “Alison”. The sound of it sent shivers down my spine, and goosebumps rose on my skin as his words echoed within me. But it wasn’t disgust that I felt as he thrust deep one last time and then slumped forward, his hands coming to rest on either side of me as he caught his breath.
It was becoming increasingly clear that he was burrowing deeper and deeper under my skin, making me wonder if I could ever extricate him from my thoughts.
Chapter 24
-Jared-
Alison let out a surprised gasp as I grabbed her ass and pulled her toward me, causing her to end up straddling my lap. She shot me a scolding glance, but I had grown somewhat fond of having her body on top of mine while she tended to my wound. Perhaps it was because she was taking care of me, and I found some unexpected enjoyment in that. No one had ever done so willingly, and although I was aware that she only did it because she had no choice, it provided me with an excuse to embrace the unusual calm that enveloped me while she sat on my thighs, leaning closer to me.
I had permitted her to quickly clean up and wear a small robe that barely covered her, then had her straddle me on the bed while I reclined against the headboard. I had placed the first aid kit on the nightstand within her reach, and she was becoming quite skilled at this task. She efficiently cleaned the wound onthe side of my face, wiping away the blood, disinfecting it, and applying a small bandage.
“How did you get it?” she inquired.
“Remember our agreement about questions?” I reminded her.
“Right. No asking any.”
“You really don’t want to know, Alison,” I cautioned her. Her curiosity was evident in her eyes, but she relented for now.
However, her attention was soon drawn to something on my arm. I had removed my shirt upon returning since it was stained with blood, and I knew what had caught her eye.
“Master, your arm,” she pointed out, lifting it slightly for me to see. The pain was already telling me what had formed on my arm—a sizable bruise from being kicked down the stairs.
“It’s nothing,” I dismissed.
“Do you just enjoy collecting wounds?” she retorted, crossing her arms. In response, I smacked her ass firmly, causing her to hiss and momentarily jump before settling back onto my thighs. “Ouch, that hurt.”
“Good,” I teased, and she shot me a glare. “You’re not finished yet.”
“Fine, lean forward.”
I did as she instructed so she could more easily tend to the wound on my back. She had been proficient at keeping it clean, aiding in the healing process of her own terrible handiwork. I didn’t care if it left a nasty scar. What mattered was that she had helped put me back together.
As she leaned closer, her warmth drew me in, permeating my chilled skin, and I pressed her even tighter against me, nuzzling my face between the gap in her robe and into the space between her breasts.
“I can’t concentrate when you do that!” she scolded.
I chuckled softly, nibbling on the side of her breast. “Why?”
“You know why,” she sighed.
“I’m telling you to say it.”
