Page 34 of Obsession (Dark Revenge)
His eyes widened as I pushed back even harder, displaying my attitude to a new degree. However, Jared wasn’t easily provoked. He stood to his full height, crossed his arms, and a smug smile spread across his lips.
“My little slut is quite fiery today,” he remarked.
“She’s just bored.”
“Oh? And what can we do about that?” he taunted as he slowly advanced toward me.
My body trembled slightly as he drew nearer, but I knew it wasn’t fear that made me squirm in my seat. Damn my traitorous body. Would it never cease?
“Maybe I should assign you the task of scrubbing every inch of this place. That should keep you occupied,” he mused aloud as he circled the couch, moving behind me instead of in front.
In a sudden, fluid motion, his hand encircled my throat, pressing me into the couch and causing me to gasp.
“Or perhaps my little slut is craving her Master’s attention. Are you feeling needy, Alison? It’s been days since I’ve fucked you. Do you long for your Master’s cock? We both know how much you love it,” he taunted, pressing his lips to my ear and speaking in a low, husky tone.
I groaned and tilted my head away. I refused to admit my desire for him unless he punished the answer out of me.
“Maybe we should tattoo it on you,” he continued.
“That’s not going to happen. Argh!” I let out a choking sound as he tightened his grip on my throat.
“But that decision isn’t yours to make, slave,” he reminded me, and I reached for his wrist, ready to pry him off me if he began to truly choke me. His grip was already tight, the leather around my throat pressing inward, making my heart race with fear.
Jared was becoming increasingly enigmatic. He seemed to shut me out most of the time, yet he wanted us to sleep tied together. He refrained from having sex with me, but now he was more willing to engage in other forms of play. He was so inconsistent that it left me feeling bewildered, unsure of how to respond.
“I can do whatever I want to you,” he snarled.
“And yet, I spend my days reading boring books while you... I don’t even know what you’re doing. You certainly aren’t makingme feel like a used toy these days. So either you’re planning something significant or this game has grown tedious for you as well. What’s the matter? Wasn’t it satisfying to witness my breakdown? To learn my darkest secret of all? Or perhaps you’ve reconciled with your future wife and are now devoting all your time to her. Has she learned her place yet, Master? Or is she still making you kneel to lick her pussy?”
It almost sounded like a growl escaped from his lips, and Jared’s grip tightened around my throat to the point where I could barely breathe. I clawed at his wrist, attempting to make him release his hold, but he pushed my head back further, forcing his lips onto mine. The kiss was rough and aggressive, his teeth biting down hard on my lower lip, and his tongue delving deep into my mouth, intensifying the sensation of being choked. Then, without warning, he let go, shoving me forward, causing me to slide off the couch and collide with the coffee table rather forcefully.
I turned my head to see him beginning to unbutton his shirt. At least this was familiar territory. It was something I knew how to handle, and I pushed myself up from the ground, starting to unbutton my own shirt. Another unusual aspect was that Jared hadn’t been dressing me in degrading outfits lately, and he hadn’t even insisted on me remaining naked.
“No,” he instructed.
“What?” I asked, with my shirt half-open.
“Keep it on.”
“Why?”
A faint smile played on his lips as he removed his shirt, and the sunlight streaming in through the windows highlighted his well-defined muscles. Despite the scars that adorned his body, most of them minor, they didn’t turn him into a monstrous figure concocted by Dr. Frankenstein. Instead, they gave him a rugged,criminal allure, revealing that he had a story, and it wasn’t a pretty one.
“New game,” he informed me.
“Hide and seek again?”
“No.”
“Tag?”
“No. Our old one. You run. I hunt.”
“But I’ll know it’s you,” I reminded him.
“I know,” he replied. “But I won’t be hiding this time. We’re just upping the stakes.”
He reached into his pants pocket, retrieving the box that held the key to my choker.
