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He yanked the drink from my hand, his grip forceful, then seized my arm and directed me to an area devoid of glass fragments. His fingers tangled in my hair, pushing my face down toward the floor. While the idea of licking spilled alcohol off the ground should have repulsed me, strangely, it was exactly what I yearned for. I craved an external target for my anger, something to resent, a way to channel my frustration. So when he pulled me back to meet his gaze, a defiant smile played on my lips. His surprise was evident, but I licked my lips deliberately, further emphasizing my defiance, fully aware of the reactions my actions would provoke.
Jared observed me intently for a brief moment, his gaze unwavering as he absorbed the sight of my smiling face. In his eyes, there was a subtle shift, as if he had an epiphany, and then his hand moved toward his pants.
“You seemed to enjoy that, slave. Does my booze taste good?” he inquired.
“It’s delicious,” I teased with a hint of playfulness.
“That’s because it’s fucking expensive. But since you seemed to love using that tongue, I’d better give you something else to lick.”
His commanding tone sent a shiver down my spine, and I even tried to reach for his pants because he was taking his time with one hand, but he shook his head at me.
“Hands behind your back,” he snapped.
I complied with his order, placing my hands behind me as desire surged within me, causing my body to ignite within seconds. Jared lowered his pants, revealing his already semi-hard cock. It was clear that I wasn't the only one enjoying in our little game.
He pulled me closer to him, and I began teasing his cock with my tongue, causing it to harden further. He emitted a deep, primal groan as he thrust himself into my eager mouth. For a moment, haunting memories from the past resurfaced, reminding me of what Michael had subjected me to, and panic started to set in. Yet, Jared maintained control, keeping me in place. I swiftly discerned the distinction between them—the taste, the sensation, the change in their breathing. It was all Jared.
This realization eased my tension, and I surrendered to him, allowing him to fuck my mouth. As warmth spread through my body, my nipples became exquisitely sensitive, yearning for his touch. He continued sliding his thick length in and out of my mouth, and I hummed softly around him, further exciting him, which quickened his pace. He didn't hold back for long, and a deep grunt escaped him as he thrust deeply, filling my throat with his cum. I made every effort to swallow it all before he withdrew slowly and tilted my head backward. He gently swiped his thumb across my lips before having me clean him with my mouth.
“Are you all right?” His unexpected question caught me off guard. He had never asked me that before. It seemed he had noticed my momentary panic.
“I hate you,” I replied, my voice devoid of authority. Nevertheless, it brought a smile to both of our faces as we settled back into our old roles.
“The feeling is mutual, slave. Now, clean up this mess and then meet me in the blue room. Your punishment is far from over.”
He adjusted his clothes and then walked out of the room.
“I still don’t have any shoes!” I yelled after him.
“That’s not my problem. Figure it out!” he retorted.
“Jared!”
“Not my title!” he laughed as he walked away.
I groaned, remaining on the floor as I surveyed the chaotic scene around me. How was I going to solve this mess?
Chapter 36
-Jared-
It took Alison some time to complete her cleaning tasks. When she finally returned to the blue room, she was entirely naked. I, on the other hand, had opted to wear only pants, as I didn't want too much to come between our bodies. As I gazed upon her disheveled appearance, I couldn't contain my laughter.
“I had no shoes. I needed to make a bridge of some kind,” she explained, shrugging and running a hand through her slightly sweaty hair. It was clear she had put in a lot of effort.
“You’ll have to wash the floors tomorrow as well, slave. It’s going to be sticky,” I reminded her.
She let out a sigh of exasperation and crossed her arms. However, she quickly noticed me gesturing for her to come closer to where I sat on the bed. She took a hesitant step forward, but I shook my head.
"On your hands and knees," I instructed.
She glanced at the floor, her reluctance evident, but then she slowly sank down and began to crawl toward me. As she drew nearer, I widened my legs, silently inviting her to settle between them. Gently, I grasped her chin, tilting her head back, granting her permission to meet my gaze. Her blue eyes locked onto mine, and I could sense the simmering desire within them, an unmistakable longing for what lay ahead. Alison was no longer resisting. She had become an eager participant in our passionate games. It seemed that my victory was now inevitable.
“Did you finish cleaning the house?” I asked.
“No.”
“No what?”
