Page 58 of Obsession (Dark Revenge)
She groaned and tried to distract us both by focusing on her work, but I tightened my hands on her ass as a warning.
"Fine!" she conceded. "Because it feels good. Can I work now?" Her question brought a smile to my face, and I couldn't help but oblige. I allowed her the peace and quiet she needed to focus on her tasks. After she had finished, she settled down once more, and I leaned against the headboard.
A tranquil silence enveloped us as our gazes locked. Unsure of the next move, I contemplated my options. Fatigue hadn't set in, and my appetite was non-existent, but I felt a sense of responsibility to make sure Alison had something to eat.
Nevertheless, I remained on the bed, my eyes fixed on her. Occasionally, my fingers would gently knead the soft flesh of her ass. There was a peculiar solace in the sensation of that soft skin being squeezed in my hands, and I couldn't help but notice the way it ignited a spark in her eyes.
“Is this really the life you want?” she suddenly asked me, causing me to freeze for a moment.
“What do you mean?”
“This,” she said, gesturing to my head wound. “Is all of it really worth it?”
“You don’t know my life, Alison.”
“Then tell me about it.”
“No, we’ve already talked about that. You can’t know.”
“What would happen if I did? Could I truly not leave?” she inquired.
“If you knew the details of what I do, you would be deep in the ground. So, no, you wouldn’t be able to leave.”
Her eyes welled up with fear, and it became evident that she had lost all appetite for delving into the depths of my shadowy existence. Nonetheless, I harbored a few inquiries of my own.
“Why were you so shocked when I revealed it was me who was touching you?” I questioned, sensing Alison tense beneath my touch.
“What?” she asked, feigning ignorance.
“You were panicked when I licked your pussy. I told you that if you were good and stayed where you were, I would come back and reward you, but you weren’t enjoying it. You were scared,” I pointed out, recalling how she had been writhing and screaming in genuine fear. I knew Alison’s body language well, and I could tell when she was only protesting because she enjoyed my touch and when she was genuinely afraid.
“It doesn’t matter.”
“It does because I’m asking you about it,” I countered.
“But you didn’t believe me!”
“Believe you?”
“Yes, you didn’t believe me when I said someone was in your room, threatening me!”
I blinked rapidly, a sense of bewilderment washing over me in response to her actions. Initially, I had doubted her words. The notion of someone seeking her here, let alone gaining access, seemed implausible. However, Alison's reaction to my touch had been nothing short of intense, a genuine manifestation of terror. I was well-acquainted with fear, and hers had been obvious. The unsettling question loomed: Could there have indeed been an intruder in the room?
Drawing her a little closer, I sensed the fear lingering in her gaze as she peered into my eyes, likely apprehensive that I might once again unleash punishment upon her, as I had done when she returned.
“Look me in the eyes and tell me again that someone was here,” I ordered.
“Why? What would that change?”
“I always know when you’re lying. Say it to me again.”
She appeared somewhat taken aback but composed herself, taking a deep breath before focusing on me. “I swear, Master. Someone was in here.”
I took a moment to study her, but I couldn’t detect any falsehood in her expression. Who the hell had been in my room touching what belonged to ME?
Chapter 25
-Alison-
