Page 59 of Obsession (Dark Revenge)
Jared fell into an unusual silence after my confession about the intrusion into his room. His only response was to direct both of us to get dressed before descending downstairs, with me tasked to prepare a meal for us. Yet, it was obvious that his own appetite was lacking. As I carefully set his plate on the dining room table, he reached for me and gently seated me on his lap.
"What... What are you doing?" I stammered, my confusion evident as he settled me there.
"Eat," he commanded, pulling the plate closer to me.
"Are you saying I should feed you?"
"No, I mean eat," he clarified.
I found myself puzzled because his habit had been to place me on his lap when he wanted me to feed him. He was well aware of my reluctance, but this time, he simply instructed me to eat on my own.
"Shouldn't I wait until you're finished, Master?" I inquired.
"No, you're going to eat."
Sensing he had no intention of further discussion, I leaned forward, picked up my fork, and started to eat. Tension lingered, leaving me uncertain about whether he intended to touch me intimately while I was eating or command me to fuck him afterward. But Jared remained quiet. When I stole a glance behind myself, I saw him leaning slightly to the side, his chin resting in his hand, lost in thought.
He was processing, I realized, and redirected my focus to my meal, savoring it deliberately. My own appetite seemed absent, or perhaps I simply didn't know how to feel at ease sitting on his lap in this manner. I shifted slightly, attempting to test if I could move away from him, but his arm wrapped securely around my waist, drawing me back to his embrace.
He groaned softly as he pressed my ass against his cock, and I could feel him becoming hard.
“Stay still,” he instructed, and I nodded obediently before resuming my meal.
Jared returned to his contemplation, not uttering a word, and when I finished eating, I wasn’t sure what to do next. Just as I was on the verge of seeking Jared's guidance, I sensed his other hand gently toying with strands of my hair, giving them a light, playful tug. Uncertain about his motives, I opted to remain still, but with each passing moment, the tension within me seemed to intensify. I couldn't discern whether he truly believed my story about the intruder, but the fact that he hadn't punished me thus far kept me in suspense.
“Jared... I mean, Master, are you not tired?” I asked.
“Are you?”
“Not very,” I admitted, my body still recovering from the adrenaline that had coursed through it.
“Me neither.”
I had hoped that he was tired and wanted to call it a day, bringing an end to this strange day. Yet, he persisted in playing with my hair, as if it held some mesmerizing allure.
"You must be exhausted and in pain," I observed.
"I can handle quite a bit," he replied.
Sighing, I shifted slightly to look at him and inadvertently let my hair slip from his grasp. He didn't seem thrilled about it but refrained from reaching for it again.
"You're covered in bruises all over your upper body," I gently reminded him.
"I'm aware," he acknowledged.
"Are you sure you don't want to rest?"
"If you're feeling tired, Alison, you can simply say so," he suggested.
"And then we can head to bed?"
"Absolutely.”
Though I wasn't particularly fatigued, I couldn't bear the weight of the tense silence any longer. Therefore, I chose to feign exhaustion and uttered, "All right, I'm tired."
"Then, let's get ready for bed," he suggested.
He pushed his chair back, and I gracefully slid off his lap. Before heading upstairs, I took a moment to tidy up our surroundings. Afterward, both of us undressed and slipped under the covers. Jared connected me to him again, and I couldn't help but shoot a disapproving glance at the cuffs binding us together.
