Page 86 of Obsession (Dark Revenge)
I sighed and settled on my little “doggy bed”, pulling a blanket over me. I closed my eyes, hoping to catch some sleep, and to my surprise, my body readily embraced the idea. I drifted off almost instantly, my body desperately seeking respite from everything.
Yet it felt like I had barely closed my eyes when a faint creak jolted me awake. I raised my head immediately, fear coursing through me as I spotted a dark figure by the opening of the cage. My body tensed, rendering me unable to scream, but then a familiar hand slipped around my calf. I was gently pulled toward the edge, and up close, I realized it was Jared who had come.
“Now?” I whispered, finding it surprising that he wanted sex in the middle of the night. He remained silent, offering no explanation.
He pulled me out of the cage before picking me up. I wrapped my arms around his neck, assuming we were headed for the bed. However, Jared walked away from it, leading us out of the room.
“Where are we going?” I breathed, fearing he had some punishment in mind. I couldn’t fathom what I might have done to deserve it, but Jared continued to remain silent.
We walked down the hallway, and as we reached the stairs, he turned toward the open door leading to his bedroom. He entered and kicked the door shut with his foot before carrying me over to his bed. Only a small lamp on the nightstand illuminated the room, allowing me to see him more clearly. Yet, as I gazed up at him, he refused to meet my eyes. Instead, he pulled the covers over me and switched off the lamp.
I watched him move around the bed to the other side, shedding his T-shirt and tossing it aside. He removed his pants as well before slipping under the covers, completely naked.Then he turned away from me, reaching for something—a pair of cuffs. He secured one to my wrist, tightening it, and then connected it to himself.
Once he had secured the other cuff, he pulled me closer, and I found myself resting my head on his chest. His fingers traced through my hair and back. He was uncharacteristically gentle with me tonight, likely due to the events of the evening. I knew it wouldn’t last, and tomorrow morning, I would likely find myself back in the blue room, bound to the poles or bent over the punishing bed, or perhaps he would leash me again. I had no idea what he had in store for me, but in that moment, I decided to cherish the warmth he offered. I pressed myself closer to him, sighing contently before drifting back to sleep.
Chapter 34
-Jared-
I woke up early in the morning, having barely slept. Whenever I closed my eyes, I couldn’t escape the horrifying image of Alison bent over the bed with Finn’s cock partially inside her. I had witnessed disturbing things before, but the mere thought of what had nearly happened to her filled me with a burning rage, making sleep elusive. Instead, I settled for watching Alison resting on me. She had fallen asleep the moment I had brought her back to my bed. Even while locked to me, she hadn’t complained and had simply closed her eyes.
I couldn't quite fathom what had driven me to bring her here, but I faced a decision: either endure a restless night, plagued by the fear of someone hurting her unless I kept my eyes on her, or bringing her back to bed and keeping a close watch. As I weighed my options, I found myself leaning toward the latter, realizing that I had grown accustomed to her proximity. This realization signaled a shift in our relationship, one that shouldhave remained unchanged. Yet, as I had conveyed to Alison, it altered nothing. In just one more week, she would return home, and our war would reach its conclusion.
As the sun began to rise, signaling it was time to get up, I carefully slipped out of bed, releasing myself from Alison while allowing her to rest. I went to shower and changed my clothes. When I returned, she was still sleeping. I approached her, finding her curled up into a little ball, a small smile playing on her lips.
Did Alison smile in her sleep? I had never noticed that before. I gently placed a hand on the bed, leaning over her, and brushed back her long hair. The movement stirred her, and upon realizing I was hovering over her, she quickly sat up and moved away from me. Fear emanated from her eyes as she retreated to the headboard. I had thought I was the one who had protected her last night, so why was she now afraid of me?
“Come here,” I ordered, but Alison didn’t move right away. “Slave!”
She sighed and, reluctantly, inched closer to the bed. I reached for her wrist, unlocking the cuffs and placing them down. However, as I moved, Alison reached for my pants, surprising me with her gesture. I grabbed her wrists, looking down at her with confusion.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“A-Aren’t we going back to our old roles?” she inquired, and I realized what she was referring to. We hadn’t engaged in those activities in a while due to my busy work schedule and the fact that I had started to enjoy them a little too much.
“We are, but I’m starving right now,” I lied. “Let’s eat first.”
Alison nodded and climbed out of bed. I allowed her to use the bathroom before we left the bedroom. However, as I headed for the stairs, I couldn’t hear her following. I turned around,finding her frozen in the middle of the room, gazing at me with a confused expression.
“What?” I questioned.
“Are you not going to dress me in some ridiculous outfit before I go make you breakfast?” she asked.
I cast a fleeting gaze down the hallway, which stretched toward the blue room, before refocusing my attention on Alison. She stood there, anxiously shifting her weight, evidently apprehensive about what lay ahead now that we had returned. My initial intention had been to revisit these games, hoping to rekindle our former dynamic, but it was becoming increasingly evident that the rules had shifted at some point, and so had my underlying motivations.
“No, I’m hungry,” I told her before continuing downstairs.
I descended the staircase, reaching the bottom, but Alison hadn't yet followed. I turned my head, spotting her above me as she peered over the railing.
"Come on, doggy!" I called out, using that degrading nickname. After a brief moment of hesitation, she finally started to descend, quickly making her way downstairs and meeting me at the bottom. Together, we headed for the kitchen. I took a seat, and Alison began the task of preparing breakfast. We remained mostly silent, but as she reached for the spatula to expertly flip the pancakes she was cooking, I noticed a hint of a blush creeping onto her cheeks.
She cast a careful glance over her shoulder at me, her cheeks growing even redder. Unable to contain my amusement, I couldn't help but break into a smile, reminiscing about its last use. Her reaction was swift, as she turned away, snatching the spatula and resuming her cooking.
I had wondered how everything that had transpired would affect Alison. One might have expected a person to be crushed by the weight of it all. However, Vince's assertion that Alisonwas made of the same resilient stuff as the rest of us, merely born into a different world, had proven true. Alison never admitted defeat, and she wouldn't yield now either. I admired her unwavering strength, but it had once been my goal to break her. Was that still my objective?
"Here, Master."
Lost in my contemplations, Alison had completed cooking and slid a plate toward me before leaning against the counter, patiently waiting for me to start. I stared at the food, unsure if I had any appetite left. My mind was still haunted by images of her lying on the bed, nearly assaulted by Finn, and it was difficult to find an appetite after knowing how close it had come to a disaster.
