Page 36 of Obsession (Dark Revenge)
Today, Alison managed to surprise me in a way I hadn’t anticipated. Her words were genuinely thought-provoking, which unnerved me a bit because I found myself considering her advice. It was an unexpected turn of events, as I had always regarded her as a formidable adversary to be conquered or subdued, with me firmly in control.
However, her words continued to echo in my mind, piquing my curiosity. She was right about our husband-and-wife game. In our previous roleplay, we had portrayed a couple who genuinely liked each other and had a successful marriage, one that kept the spark alive and fostered a desire to spend time together. I couldn’t say I was looking forward to spending time with Astrid, as I knew I would constantly have to stay vigilant and prepared for any curveballs she might throw my way.
It wouldn’t be like when I engaged with Alison, where I already knew who held the power. She might challenge me, put up afight, and strive to take the upper hand, but deep down, we both understood who ultimately held control between us now. However, with Astrid, it would be akin to fighting in the dark, never knowing from which direction the attack might come. Maintaining such a marriage would be exhausting unless I truly embraced the concept of teamwork that Alison had suggested. Perhaps our hunt could wait.
“Well?” she urged, when I hadn’t yet explained the rules of our new hunting game. I was still contemplating everything, rapidly reevaluating our situation. I had to leave soon, but Alison’s newfound attitude had made me realize that I had been neglecting my slave’s discipline lately. She had become too defiant, and while a spanking was on the horizon, today’s activities would be different.
“We’re playing a new game,” I informed her as I pushed away from the couch and went to the closet to change my clothes.
“What?” I heard her call after me, but she remained in the bedroom as I swapped my attire for something more casual—a simple gray t-shirt and loose-fitting jeans. Then I tossed a t-shirt to Alison and instructed her to change as well. She complied, and I instructed her to put her hair up. She went to the bathroom to retrieve a hair tie, and when she returned, I couldn’t help but smile a little. She appeared so... ordinary. There was nothing distinctive about her outfit, nothing that marked her as part of the upper class. She looked like any other attractive woman on the street.
“Now what?” she inquired.
“Follow me.”
I gestured for her to come along, and we left the bedroom, making our way downstairs. We descended a long hallway until we reached a room with its own bar and two pool tables in the center. It had the appearance of a typical upscale bar, complete with high stools and comfortable couches at the far end, but itwas clearly not designed for the common people. The cost of drinks in such a place would likely be equivalent to an entire month’s salary for most.
“What are we doing here? Is this where the hunt will begin?” she asked as she peeked into the room where I had positioned myself.
“No, I changed the game,” I informed her.
“Okay, so what are we playing now?”
“Roleplaying.”
“Again?” she sighed, crossing her arms and causing me to chuckle.
“Yes, but it’s going to be very different this time.”
“How so?”
“No rules. Only a scene,” I explained.
“What is the scene?”
“You and I aren’t ourselves this time.”
“Is that new? We weren’t married either, nor did I sneak into your house in my old uniform to seduce you,” she retorted, making me chuckle a bit.
“That was fun.”
“No, it wasn’t!” she growled.
I smiled slightly and shook my head, not interested in arguing about how we felt during that unique moment when I made her confess her love for the first time.
“In this scene, you and I don’t have a history. We barely know each other,” I continued.
“Okay, so where have we gone? On a date?” she mocked, starting to laugh. However, when I didn’t join in her laughter or deny her question, her amusement faded. “What?”
“Yes,” I replied.
“No,” she corrected. “We can’t pretend we’re on a date. That’s ridiculous. What’s the point?”
“What? Weren’t you trying to teach me about teamwork and how to make a marriage work?” I teased.
“No, I didn’t actually want to teach you. I was just being mean,” she admitted.
“At least you’re not hiding it anymore.”
