Page 33 of Obsession (Dark Revenge)
“Tell me how much you want me,” I taunted in her ear. “Tell me how much you need your Master.”
She needed to speak these words aloud to believe them, but I sensed a spark of her fire returning. So I pulled harder on her collar, bending her toward me as I pounded my cock in and out of her, her entire body moving with each thrust.
“Now, my little slut. Be a good girl and do as you’re told.”
“God,” she whimpered, biting her lip hard before the words spilled from her. “I want you.”
“Say it again. Make me believe it.”
I thrust deep, eliciting a breathy groan from her.
“I want you so much,” she panted. “I need you to fuck me harder.”
“Harder? My little slut wants it harder?”
She nodded, and I adjusted her position slightly, making her arch her back, then I tightened the leather collar around her throat, removing any slack. She made a choking sound as I started thrusting so vigorously that she had to press her hands against the wall to meet my rhythm. Her cries grew louder as I gave her exactly what she begged for.
“Please, yes! Yes!” she moaned, her hands forming tight fists on the wall as she climaxed around me, squeezing my cock intensely. But just as she was reaching the peak of her pleasure, I pulled out, hearing her protests. “Don’t stop!”
I lowered my other hand, spreading her ass cheeks, and then I pressed into her back entrance. She emitted a small squeak, attempting to pull away from me, but she had asked for more, asked for it harder. She was going to take me there again.
“Oh, fuck!” she groaned, leaning her forehead against the wall as I pushed through the tight resistance.
“Wasn’t this what you asked for, my little slut?” I taunted in her ear.
She shook her head, her voice lost as I penetrated her tight ass with my cock, stretching her wide once more. I could hardly control myself from coming when I was fully inside. Our wet skin had facilitated entry, but she still wasn’t completely accustomed to taking me there. I allowed her a moment to adjust around me before I began thrusting again, sliding in and out of her, feeling my climax building rapidly. I reached down, stroking her clit as I increased the pace, chasing my own release.
“Ah, shit!” she groaned as she climaxed, her muscles constricting around me, urging me to follow suit. I made sure to savor every moment of pleasure she experienced before finally allowing myself to come, ejaculating into her with satisfaction. Leaning my hand against the wall beside her, I felt a sense of fulfillment that couldn’t be described with words. The war wasn’t won yet, but neither of us would ever forget when Alison finally surrendered to me.
Chapter 15
-Alison-
I had expected days of relentless taunting from Jared, who would use my own terrible confession against me. However, apart from the day when I had revealed Warren’s secret love child to him, he had refrained from touching me. He hadn’t even instructed me to kneel and pleasure him. His only request was occasionally asking me to prepare him some food, but he never lingered in the room for long. I wasn’t entirely certain of his whereabouts when he was absent, but I believed he was still somewhere within the house, at least most of the time. He returned periodically to check on me, ensuring that I hadn’t attempted to escape and that I continued to read as he had instructed.
Learning to appreciate good literature had become my only other directive besides remaining confined. I despised reading, so perhaps it was the perfect form of punishment, as I found myself utterly bored. I wasn’t someone who could losethemselves in the pages of a book. The words held no enjoyment for me. I was on the brink of begging Jared to take me, but every time I considered it, the memory of how I had submitted to him mortified me.
I attempted to make excuses, blaming my fatigue on that particular day or the raw nerves stemming from the events that occurred while Jared was away. However, deep down, I knew that when he finally compelled me to confess the truth, I couldn’t prevent myself from breaking. I had carried the burden of that secret for far too long, and I had yearned for it to slip out. Nevertheless, I should never have allowed Jared to uncover it.
Perhaps it was time for me to seek the services of a therapist to regain control over myself. That should be my top priority upon returning. However, I still had about a week and a half left in this situation, and time was running out. Jared, surprisingly, wasn’t using these days to hurt me. It had been a while since he had tied me up and used me however he pleased.
Yet I couldn’t shake the feeling that he was toying with me, and I wouldn’t be surprised if he were. Jared always seemed to have something up his sleeve, and if he was making me wait, it was likely because he had something unimaginably cruel in mind that would shatter me once again.
Frustrated, I sat up, throwing the book away in an angry gesture. However, just as I did, Jared opened the door to his bedroom, and my frustration had led to throwing the book too forcefully, causing it to land on the ground with a thud. Jared’s eyes darkened slightly as he saw the classic literary work being disrespected in such a manner. My entire body tensed as he turned those intense eyes toward me, warning me of impending consequences. To my shame, I found myself almost eager for the punishment. At least when he punished me, we fell into familiar roles, and I could grasp the rules of the game.
“You don’t treat great literature with such disrespect,” he scolded me and picked up “The Great Gatsby”, carefully placing it on the coffee table. It was ironic that, despite being a romantic, I detested every page of that book and hadn’t even made much progress in reading it.
“It’s boring as hell,” I retorted, crossing my arms defiantly.
He turned to face me again, dusting off the book and setting it on the coffee table. As I displayed my bratty attitude, the sinister warning in his eyes seemed to intensify, as if he were silently daring me to continue down this path, fully aware of the consequences that awaited.
Do it, a little voice urged in my head.You’ll get what you want.
But what exactly did I want? I questioned myself. Was it simply a return to our usual roles, or was it something more? Did I somehow... desire Jared’s dominance over me? It was a troubling thought that I couldn’t believe I was even considering. How had we reached this point? Had he conditioned me so thoroughly that I actually longed for his punishment? I couldn’t imagine sinking any lower than this. Yet, waiting in suspense, never knowing what he might do to me, was honestly worse than admitting that I might secretly want his touch.
“It’s genius,” he corrected me, his tone firm.
“It’s boring, and I fail to see why you appreciate this literature, Master. There’s nothing exciting about it, and it suggests that you’re as outdated as your books,” I replied, my tone defiant.
