Page 91 of Obsession (Dark Revenge)
“Ah! Fuck!” she whimpered, her head turning in anger, still uncertain where to focus. “I thought I endured my punishment.”
“For the alcohol, yes, but is the house spotless, slave?” I inquired, circling around her and allowing the whip to glide over her skin this time, a gentle reminder that I was far from finished with her.
“Um...”
I spanked her already sensitive skin, and a groan of pain escaped her.
“Well?” I challenged.
“No, Master...” she whispered.
“Why is that?” I whipped her again, not exerting much force but still eliciting a deep gasp from her.
“B-Because I decided to destroy the alcohol instead.”
“That you did,” I acknowledged before delivering a whip to her left cheek. She attempted to shift away, but she was going nowhere. I followed it up with a strike to her right cheek, causing her to turn the other way before trying to kick out. I pressed myself against her, encircling her waist with my arm to keep her still.
“Did you just attempt to kick me, my sweet slut?” I taunted in her ear.
“Um… no.”
“I think you did.”
I let my hand travel lower, hovering just above her sensitive skin. I extended my fingers until I reached the start of her slit, and she tried to push herself higher, my middle finger tantalizingly close to her throbbing and swollen clit.
“Do you need me?” I whispered darkly. “Do you need your Master to fuck you?”
“I…” Could she admit it? Could she confess that was precisely what she yearned for at this moment? “I thought a strong man like yourself could hit harder than that.”
Oh, Alison, I thought. The fiery woman had returned, and I reveled in it. Her tenacity was precisely what made these games so gratifying. She didn’t easily surrender. I had to earn her submission through cunning and merciless punishments. She didn’t hand it over willingly, and that pleased the dark side of me.
I grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her head back more than was comfortable. Her breathing grew deeper as she awaited her punishment for her defiance, but I took a moment to simply observe her again. Her cheek was still reddened, a small bruise forming on it. I raised the hand holding the whip, turning it slightly so I could touch her warm cheek with a single finger. She hissed when I applied a little pressure.
“Who did this to you?”
She tensed against me, reluctant to dwell on it, but I needed to know.
“M-Michael.”
I nodded slightly, even though she couldn’t see me, before I slowly ran my finger down her cheek.
“I hope I gave him brain damage,” I whispered. Then, I turned her head and pressed my lips firmly against hers in a demanding kiss that she struggled to keep up with. It took her by surprise, and as I pulled away, she took in deep breaths, while I slid my tongue along my lower lip, savoring her taste.
“You still haven’t told me where you were,” she said as I stepped away from her, but I had no intention of revealing what had preoccupied me and why I had been distracted. Instead, I delivered one more exceedingly painful strike to her lower back, causing her to cry out before I walked around her to put the whip away.
“You were with her, weren’t you?” she asked, her voice taking on a snarling tone.
“Who else would I have been with? You know I had dinner with her family.”
Alison contemplated my words, and when I turned to her, holding another plug and a bottle of lube in my hand, I could see she was connecting the dots.
“You’re right. It’s obvious where you were. So perhaps I should ask, what were you doing?” she inquired.
I smiled faintly but remained tight-lipped. I circled around her again, pushing her legs further apart before both of us heard the sound of lube being drizzled onto the plug.
“Oh, shit…” she breathed as she leaned her head forward.
I discarded the lube and spread her cheeks apart with my free hand, then began to insert the plug. She groaned a bit, attempting to wiggle away.
