Page 48 of Obsession (Dark Revenge)
“O-Okay,” she whispered.
“Alison…” I attempted to voice the question that lingered on my tongue. I just needed to hear her deny the truth of what Vince believed, something he was almost making me believe. I wanted this theory to be completely debunked once and for all.
“What?” she asked when I hesitated.
Come on, I told myself. I already knew the truth. I just needed her to confirm it, so I would never doubt even a little bit. I could ask her. It wasn’t difficult.
“Do you—” Just then, my phone began ringing, and we both let out a disappointed sigh.
I turned to Alison as the ringing persisted.
“Don’t sound like that,” I ordered.
“But I’m close. Don’t stop now,” she pleaded.
Fuck, was this what it meant to have Alison’s submission? I knew it might fade later, a temporary refuge after exposing herself so much. But this was even better than in the shower. She was fully embracing her role as mine... I mean, as my slave.
“Who says you’re allowed to come, little slut?” I asked, thrusting again, pleasure building in my body, my balls aching to be emptied. “Huh?”
It felt better falling back into our roles, and Alison cried out when I hit that wonderful spot inside her again. She leaned her head back, but I shook her slightly, making her focus on me.
“Well?” I insisted, the ringing persistent as I continued to move inside her.
“But you always want me to come,” she panted.
“Only because I know you don’t want to. You don’t get to come if you want it.”
She bit her lip hard, her inner walls tightening around me. But it was hard to focus on the sensation as the ringing only stopped for a moment before resuming.
“Fuck!” I groaned, annoyed, but Alison reached out, grasping my sides and pressing me into her as her legs tightened around me.
“Don’t stop,” she whispered.
I completely lost my mind, thrusting deeper and leaning over her, smothering her body with mine as I moved in and out of her. I pressed my lips to hers again, hearing the table creak in protest against our rough movements, but my slave only cried out for more.
“Don’t come,” I ordered, my voice reduced to panting, making me sound weaker than I wanted to.
“I-I don’t think I can hold back.”
“You’re not allowed to come, slut. If you come, I will whip your ass.”
“Then don’t fuck me like that!” she protested.
I smiled, enjoying the return of her sharpness.
“No, you’re going to be a good girl and hold out for me.”
“Oh fuck!” she moaned, doing her best not to come as I ordered. But Alison was already on the edge, and after one more thrust, she turned her head away from me, biting her lip to stifle any sounds. But I could feel the trembling, and her pussy gripped my cock, milking it for every drop of cum. She had disobeyed me, and the thought only made me come harder. I groaned deeply as the pleasure surged through me, thinking about what I would put her through for her disobedience. God, this was better. No more talking. Just fucking. When I had spilled every drop, I remained pressed against her, a reminder that there was no escape from me.
“Shit, shit,” she whispered, realizing she was in trouble for not listening to me.
I pulled back, but she kept her eyes down. Her cheeks were bright red, and I realized she had enjoyed defying my orders. It had turned her on to go against me. Had my slave begun to like her punishments? We were soon going to find out.
Chapter 21
-Alison-
He had done it on purpose. He had brought me to climax despite his explicit instructions not to come, and yet, as I quivered beneath him, listening to his own release, I felt no fear. The thought of Jared tying me up and delivering his punishments no longer instilled the same terror it once did. It was a testament to how deeply I had been conditioned, for my body anticipated what came next—a passionate and intense encounter that often left me trembling and drenched in my own release. It was somewhat embarrassing to admit that only Jared had the power to awaken such desires within me, but it didn’t diminish my craving for it.
