Page 56 of Obsession (Dark Revenge)
He appeared somewhat perplexed, his brow furrowing slightly, but he retreated a bit, gently repositioning me before releasing my hands from the cuffs. Placing the restraints beside us, it was evident he had further intentions for them. As I rolled onto my back, I reached out and enveloped Jared in a hug, drawing him toward me. He tensed immediately, clearly caught off guard by my embrace, but at that moment, he was the one thing that kept me grounded. He was here, not some psycho ready to kill me.
“What are you doing, slave?” he questioned.
"Give me just a moment," I whispered, keeping my grip on him and burying my face in his neck. I simply needed these fleeting seconds, consequences be damned.
As the seconds elongated, an unexpected sense of comfort enveloped me in Jared's presence. He had subjected me to mortifying experiences, with many more undoubtedly in store, but tonight he felt safe. Normally, this realization should have left me feeling deeply disturbed, and I knew it eventually would, once my emotions had settled. However, for the time being, I allowed this sensation to dominate, grounding me firmly in the moment.
“Alison?” he called when I had held onto him for far too long.
I gently withdrew, suddenly aware of how my actions might appear to him. As I met his gaze again, his expression was one of utter astonishment. He seemed at a loss for words,and I struggled to find a way to convey my thoughts. In my awkwardness, I decided to divert my attention elsewhere.
Beside his head, there was a cut that had ceased bleeding, but a streak of blood still marred the side of his face. I cautiously reached out to touch it, and he winced, swiftly grabbing my wrist.
“What happened to you?” I asked.
“Nothing,” he replied, glancing away.
“Do you want me to clean it for you?”
His gaze returned to me, his expression one of surprise as I offered to attend to him voluntarily, rather than him giving me orders. However, it was important for me to create a sense of normalcy between us, to erase the memory of how I had clung to him just moments ago.
"Later," he replied, then took hold of the cuffs once more, fastening my hands together in front of me. As he reached for the blindfold, a groan of protest escaped my lips, but I reassured myself that Jared was here.
“First, I want you to come,” he commanded.
I wasn't sure if I could right now. My body shook from the adrenaline, but Jared didn't seem to notice as he slid down my body. Oddly, his behavior was different tonight. He wasn't interested in taunting me with my pleasure. Instead, he went straight for the sensitive spots, demanding my pleasure. My body jolted when he sucked on my clit, sending a wave of warmth through me. Why was he so aggressive right now?
Jared appeared determined to make me climax quickly, completely unfazed by the fact that he had already come inside me earlier. He devoured me as if possessed, and I was taken by surprise when an intense orgasm surged through me with newfound power.
I had doubted I could climax, but every sensation was heightened, and I remained incredibly sensitive. I couldn’t helpbut let out a scream of pleasure, grinding my hips against his face with abandon. My orgasm was so intense it bordered on painful, and I was convinced he would fuck me next. However, he had other plans—to make me come until I cried.
Jared continued to expertly tease my pussy. He ran his tongue along my lower lips, reigniting my need, before expertly sucking my clit, coaxing a second orgasm from me.
“Fuck, that’s a good girl. Come on my face again, slave,” he demanded, his words nearly pushing me into a third climax.
As he sucked on my clit once more, I cried out in a mixture of pleasure and discomfort. The pleasure was becoming almost overwhelming, and my hips involuntarily shot up as the orgasm surged through me for a third time.
“Master,” I breathed, my voice barely audible amid the throes of pleasure.
Jared persisted, driving me through waves of ecstasy that began to border on exquisite agony. My body tensed, and I instinctively tried to shift my hips away from him. Sensing my need for a momentary respite, he paused his intense ministrations and instead traced his skilled tongue over my sensitive flesh, sending electric shivers down my spine. Then, he moved lower, his lips grazing my thigh as he nibbled at the spot where he had carved his initials. I gasped at the sharp sensation, but he quickly soothed it with his tongue, eliciting a contented sigh from me.
Suddenly, he slid the side of his face along my skin, smearing some of the blood onto me. He startled me once again by tenderly licking my inner thigh clean before returning to my pussy, continuing to tease and pleasure me. He seemed almost possessive, as if he were consumed by a dark longing, relentlessly driving me toward yet another climax. My body quivered, yearning for release, and I could hardly bear it as I reached my fourth orgasm. My senses were ablaze, my bodyaching from the prolonged tension, yet he showed no signs of relenting.
“Please, please, stop!” I pleaded, my voice trembling.
“I decide when you’ve had enough,” he growled darkly.
“H-How is this punishment for my attitude?” I managed to stammer amid the overwhelming pleasure.
“You just begged me to stop,” he murmured against my pussy, his words sending teasing vibrations through me. I instinctively shifted back a bit, but I was bound and under his control.
“Yes, because you’re acting strange,” I reminded him, my voice quivering. “You use my pleasure against me, but it’s not like you to demand it so relentlessly.”
Jared shifted, his warm breath leaving my pussy, granting me a brief moment to regain some control. Just a few minutes ago, I had feared for my life, and now my heart was on the verge of exploding because Jared kept insisting that I came repeatedly.
“Maybe I’m in a good mood, slave,” he retorted.
“You’re hurt. How can you possibly be in a good mood?” I asked, my concern still evident.
