Page 17 of Obsession (Dark Revenge)
“Actually, it’s not morning anymore.”
Jared lifted his head and checked the clock as well. I heard his tired sigh, realizing that he needed to get up. I smiled, expectinghim to release me from our intimate connection. To my surprise, he flipped me onto my back and started spreading my legs apart.
“Spread your legs for me, little slut,” he ordered in a darkly playful voice that sent a shiver down my spine.
Of course, he couldn’t start the day without reminding me of my place in some way. Jared positioned himself, and I noticed that we were still physically linked.
“Wait, you aren’t going to free... Nmmm,” I groaned as he entered me without any preparation, filling me so swiftly that it stung a bit. However, the discomfort only lasted for a moment as he began thrusting into me, transforming the sting into a teasing warmth.
He leaned down, panting in my ear, causing strange flips in my stomach. He increased the pace, and I bit my lip, struggling to suppress any sounds from escaping me.
“That’s it,” he whispered in my ear. “Take it like a good girl.”
Internally, I screamed. Had he just instructed me to take it like a good girl? If those words had come from anyone else, they might have made me climax instantly. But I needed to ground myself, to remember exactly who was uttering them. I tightly closed my eyes, making an effort to keep him from getting under my skin again. It couldn't happen so swiftly after the last time. However, he was gradually wearing down my defenses once more, shifting the angle of his hips and stroking over a particularly sensitive spot inside me.
“Oh yes,” I moaned, the words escaping me, and I could barely hear his dark chuckle because he continued to hit that spot repeatedly as the pace quickened once more, causing me to forget where I even was.
One of my hands was held beside my head, locked to his, as he continued thrusting into me. With the other hand, I reached down and gripped his flexing muscles in his ass, pushing him deeper into me. He groaned, pounding into me harder, and Iturned my head as far away as I could as I began to climax. I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of owning my body so completely once again. But I knew I couldn’t hide what was happening to me. My inner walls contracted around him, and he let out a curse as he climaxed too, thrusting into me a few more times before coming to a stop. The sound of his climax made my body tense once more. It had to be fake. No one could sound that good when they came. He was playing with me, that was all.
After taking a moment to recover, Jared withdrew from me and leaned back on his knees. He raised my cuffed hand higher as he began untying himself from me. I sighed with relief when we were finally no longer physically connected, but Jared flashed a cruel smile before shifting me onto my stomach. Then he secured my hands together behind my back, delivering a hard smack to my ass, making me groan into the bed.
“Tell me we aren’t playing this morning?” I pleaded, unsure if I could endure another round of listening to him come or hearing him call me a good girl. I needed a moment to recover. I had not been given any time to rebuild my emotional walls, and I just wanted a few minutes by myself to regain my strength.
“Why? Don’t you enjoy when we play, slave?” he asked, lifting my hips from the bed, positioning my ass in the air.
He wasn’t giving me a chance to recuperate. He kept me constantly distracted, pausing only last night because we were both too drained and needed sleep. I didn’t like this darkly playful side of Jared. I wanted the rageful one back. I wanted the one who showed his clear hatred and would crush my jaw underneath his tight grip.
“At least make it hurt today,” I begged, hearing him laugh again. However, the next spank wasn’t hard. It was delivered with the same force as yesterday. I knew I needed to taunt him into hitting me harder. I pondered it for a moment, then realized what would provoke him. It might make him bring out thewhip or cane, but I preferred the sting on my ass to the aching between my legs.
“You hit like a damn girl,” I mocked, shaking my ass at him. “Is that really all you’ve got?”
I shifted slightly to get a better view of him, but I didn't see anger on his face. Instead, his smile persisted, and that smile unsettled me more than words could express. Yet, as he opened his mouth to speak, we were interrupted by the sound of his ringing phone. It only rang briefly before falling silent, but a second ring promptly followed, echoing for just as long before fading away. I observed the changes in Jared's expression, recognizing that he had been summoned elsewhere once again.
He sighed, his gaze drifting to where his phone lay on the coffee table. When he turned back to me, that mischievous glint still lingered in his eyes.
“What?” I asked, hating myself for asking, but I didn’t like waiting.
“Stay there,” he told me before smacking my ass again, this time hard enough to send a wave of pain rippling through my body.
“Fuck!” I yelled into the bed, but I didn’t move. After the events of last night, I was acutely aware that I was on thin ice. Jared hadn't yet tormented me by revealing any of my secrets, leading me to believe he hadn't acted on it yet. But I had no desire to test my luck.
Instead, I silently observed Jared's movements around the room. He ventured to the bathroom, then to his closet, displaying a leisurely pace. When he eventually returned to me, he freed my wrists momentarily, only to re-bind me to the pole.
“Don’t I get to go to the bathroom?” I asked sweetly.
“I won’t be gone for long,” he assured me.
“You said that last time.”
Jared contemplated it briefly, yet it was evident he didn't wish to run the risk of me soiling his sheets. Consequently, he relented and instructed me to hurry. I complied, and upon my return, he promptly secured me to the bed once more, followed by a directive to spread my legs.
“Another plug?” I asked, but it wasn’t what he held up to me. It was another remotely controlled vibrator. “Shit…”
A smile graced his lips as he inserted it, followed by him retrieving his phone from his pocket. He didn't opt for the most intense setting but selected one that promised to coax repeated climaxes from me. The initial climax arrived nearly instantaneously, prompting me to bite into my shoulder, a guttural groan escaping past my clenched teeth. The vibrator-loving bastard then cruelly placed his phone on the nightstand, tantalizingly out of my reach.
“I will turn it off when I get back,” he told me.
"What? You were gone nearly the entire night last night!" I protested, just as my body began to tense once more. I struggled to maintain my composure, but I couldn't resist the pleasure surging through me. However, I tried to keep my sounds to a minimum.
