Page 47 of Obsession (Dark Revenge)
“Perfect,” she panted.
I looked at her, puzzled, and she smiled up at me.
“The less I mean to you, the easier it will be.”
“Easier?”
She didn’t respond. Instead, she tugged at my t-shirt, attempting to pull me closer. But my hand around her throat prevented her from reaching me entirely, leaving a small gap between our faces as I held her down.
“Kiss me, Master,” she breathed, her hot breath brushing against my lips, sending a shiver down my spine. “I want you to.”
Fuck! I knew I wanted her to beg me without orders, but as I had already admitted, Alison’s ability to get her way with sweet words was working on me now too. Her voice carried the most enticing, pleading tone that was irresistible. I thought I had more self-control. I believed I would never succumb to that begging tone, but today, I felt like a different person. Maybe I was still playing our roles. Perhaps we were still young Alison and Jared, drawn to each other not out of pain but curiosity because we were so different.
As I entertained this thought, my determination wavered, and I pressed Alison against the table before crashing my lips onto hers. I slipped a hand between us, finding her already wet for me. I slid my fingers through her wetness, circling her entrance, listening to her whimper against me.
“And you say you hate what I do to you?” I taunted.
“I love it. Don’t stop,” she whispered, surprising me once again by begging for more without a command.
I pulled back slightly, her eyes half-closed as she gazed at me. I inserted two of my fingers inside her, her breathing shifting as I did, and I searched for that sweet spot that would make her yearn for more.
“There!” she cried out when I found that sensitive spot.
She hadn’t reacted like that before. My cock, which was already growing hard, stiffened even more as a surge of warmth coursed through me. I continued to grip her neck, my hold tightening enough to constrict her airway. She clutched my wrist with her hands, her nails digging into my skin as I overwhelmed her with different sensations.
“M-Master… too… tight,” she croaked out, but I didn’t relent. I continued to squeeze, and at that moment, she began climaxing, her body trembling as she let out a cry of pleasure. Her eyes closed as I kept her trapped in the bewildering mix of fear and pleasure.
Her face grew redder as she continued to experience waves of delight while struggling to catch her breath. Her nails dug deeper into my skin, almost drawing blood. Then, when I finally released my grip, she gasped for air. When she opened her eyes, it wasn’t anger or resentment I expected, but a smile, as if I had given her exactly what she had desired.
Had she forgotten who was in control in this twisted game between us? She coughed, a sign of the intense pressure I had applied, but that smile infuriated me. I swiftly undid my pants,freeing my cock, and pulled her closer to me. Her hips were slightly elevated from the edge of the table, keeping her at a perfect angle. I aligned myself and thrust into her, eliciting a gasp as I once again filled her completely. I gave her no time to adjust as I began thrusting vigorously.
As I looked at Alison, she continued to smile, as if she were the one finally getting what she wanted. I grabbed her by her collar, pulling her toward me, lifting her slightly off the table.
“You hate me,” I panted.
“Yes,” she gasped as I adjusted my angle slightly, delving deeper inside her. I could tell she felt both a bit overwhelmed and desire it at the same time. Her contorted expression showed a mix of pleasure and uncertainty.
“Say it. Say how much you hate me.”
“I thought you wanted my love.”
“Obsession,” I corrected.
“But isn’t love so much stronger than hate?” she mocked.
I growled darkly, thrusting harder, and she whimpered in response.
“Your love is rotten. It doesn’t exist.”
Something shifted in her eyes, as if she wanted to refute my claim, but to my surprise, she pressed her lips together and remained silent. Her hesitation made me wonder if there might be some truth to Vince’s words. What if I already had Alison’s obsession? What if I already had her... love? It seemed unbelievable, and yet my thrusting slowed until I remained still inside her, searching her eyes for answers. Was I missing something? Had I not seen behind her mask?
“W-Why did you stop?” she groaned.
Should I ask her? Did I want to know? She was bound to tell me the truth, but did I want to hear it? I tried to convince myself that it didn’t matter because her answer wouldn’t be true. But why was she looking at me like that? Her mask seemed to bediscarded on the floor at the moment. She appeared genuine, and the way her eyes focused on me with such a gentle look left me perplexed. She had never gazed at me in such a way, as if she wanted to confess something.
“Master?”
“I want you to tell me something,” I began.
