Page 51 of Obsession (Dark Revenge)
However, I assumed that choosing the cuffs meant only my hands would be bound. To my surprise, I was mistaken. While the cuffs were indeed for my hands, Jared also grabbed the rope and moved to the end of the bed. I protested vehemently through the gag, expressing my discontent with his deviation from our agreement.
He simply chuckled at my complaints and proceeded to tie the two pieces of ropes to the bedposts. Afterward, he took hold of my ankles and pulled me toward him. Given the bed’s width, my legs were stretched as far apart as possible as he secured my ankles to the bedposts.
I knew my hips were going to ache, especially if he were absent for as long as he had been last time. Annoyed and uncomfortable, I moaned around the gag, feeling my jaw tense. It was evident that this evening was going to be an arduous one. I pulled slightly on my restraints and glanced down my body, attempting to adjust my legs, but I could only move them by aninch. Even my attempts to bring my knees together were in vain as they couldn’t meet.
I observed as Jared halted right between the bedposts, stretching his arms out and gripping both poles as he leisurely scanned my exposed, naked body. His gaze descended slowly, lingering on my sticky, cum-covered pussy.
“Don’t you just love it when I tie you up, slave?” he taunted, fully aware of how much I despised this situation.
I attempted to voice my protest through the gag, but it only elicited laughter from him. He appeared to be in a significantly better mood now that he had me in this vulnerable position.
Jared circled around the bed, retrieving something from another small bag. When he revealed it, I recognized the sizable plug, and I sighed, averting my gaze from the imposing object. Did he have to use these gigantic things on me? The answer was an unequivocal yes, as I listened to him squirt lube onto it. I squeezed my eyes shut, bracing for the cold intrusion, all while hearing him move about the room. Yet, to my surprise, I felt a slight throbbing between my legs at the thought of having it inserted. Was I actually developing a preference for being anally filled?
The realization was mortifying, and I struggled against the plug. However, Jared was not inclined to accommodate my resistance. He used his other hand to explore my slick clit with his fingers, sending waves of pleasure through me. I couldn’t focus on resisting him anymore. The plug slid inside, unexpectedly bringing me to orgasm. I hadn’t anticipated climaxing from this, but he had pinpointed a particularly sensitive spot while inserting the plug, catching me off guard. I couldn’t stifle my moans due to the gag.
When our eyes met, it was clear that this outcome had surprised him as well, as it hadn’t been his intention. Nonetheless, he wore a satisfied smile upon realizing the tinyorgasm he had unexpectedly elicited from me. I felt even more embarrassed and was about to turn my head away, but Jared withdrew his fingers from my clit and brought them to his mouth, licking them clean.
My body pulsed with desire at the sight, and internally, I cursed him for subjecting me to this torment. Jared stepped off the bed, taking in the scene once more before returning to my side. I was beginning to resent the sight of him constantly retrieving more items to use on me. However, he caught me off guard by picking up the blindfold once more and holding it in front of me.
I shook my head, desperately protesting through the gag, begging him not to do it. Normally, I wouldn’t mind, but I didn’t want to be left here again, tied up and blindfolded, unable to see. The fear was consuming me as I had no idea who had entered Jared’s room. What if they returned? What if they were lurking, watching Jared’s every move, waiting for him to leave so they could punish me for not escaping as instructed?
Jared leaned over me, ignoring my pleas, and securely tied the blindfold around my eyes. I wanted to cry, fear gripping me tightly, but I mustered every ounce of strength I had left. I couldn’t let Jared see me like that again.
As he moved away from me, all I had left was my sense of hearing. I listened to his movements as he navigated the room, going to the bathroom and then the closet to get dressed and ready. I tensed when I felt him return, his touch making me jump. I knew he was the only person in the room, but his hand on my stomach startled me, trapping me in a state of fear.
“Stay here this time,” he whispered in my ear, his words sending shivers down my spine, “and if you behave, I’ll do what I promised and lick your pussy until you can’t take it anymore.” His nails scraped over my skin. However, his words didn’t bring me the same warmth as before, because then his hand slid awayfrom my stomach, and I began pleading into the gag, begging him not to leave me.
I never thought there would come a time when I’d actually ask him to stay with me, but Jared existed in a world filled with danger. What if that killer returned? Even if I wasn’t blindfolded, I wouldn’t stand a chance against them, but at least I might be able to identify them.
Don’t be foolish, Alison,a voice reminded me,if you saw them, they’d have to eliminate you.I began to think that the blindfold might indeed be a blessing. If I didn’t know who they were, then they had no reason to harm me. The thought provided some solace as I listened to Jared walking away. Yet, as the minutes ticked by, the fear crept back in, bringing back memories of times when I had felt suffocated and isolated.
“Alison!” My mother’s high-pitched voice echoed down the hallway, causing my heart to race.
I turned to look, sitting up on the bed, and listened to her approaching footsteps. She burst into the room, holding one of her white custom-made Chanel dresses in her hands. I couldn’t fathom why she was so angry or why she was thrusting the dress in front of me. She grabbed my arm and pulled me to the edge of the bed.
“What is this?” she demanded to know.
“Um... your dress?” I offered tentatively.
She raised her hand, gripping my ear tightly, causing me to wince in pain.
“Ah! Mom!”
“Don’t you dare be disrespectful to me. What is THIS?” She shoved the dress into my face, and I noticed a tiny red mark on the inner side of the collar, presumably from some lipstick.
“I-I don’t know... Lipstick?” I hazarded a guess.
“Cheap hooker lipstick!” she hissed in my face.
“Maybe,” I reluctantly agreed.
“How many times have I told you not to touch my clothes?” she growled.
“I promise, I didn’t!” I pleaded, attempting to free my ear from her grasp. However, the more I struggled, the tighter her grip became.
“Do not lie to me! Who else in this house would have the audacity to wear my clothes?”
“It doesn’t fit me!” I reminded her, emphasizing my age, as I was only 14.
