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“You’re so close, my sweet slut,” he taunted, enticing me further.
Chapter 38
-Jared-
Another restless night had passed, and I couldn’t pinpoint the exact reason for my sleeplessness. Perhaps it was the fresh memory that haunted my thoughts. Early in the morning, I decided to go for another drive on my bike without a particular destination in mind, simply returning when I felt like it. I no longer harbored any fear of leaving Alison alone. After all, we only had a week left, and I was certain she wouldn’t attempt to escape now.
Upon my return, I discovered Alison still asleep, sparking an idea in my mind. I shed my jacket and discarded it, then carefully maneuvered over her on the bed. Beneath the covers, she lay bare, an enticing sight that made me smile. I positioned my phone on the nightstand at just the right angle, allowing it to begin recording.
I moved closer to Alison, gently brushing away the hair that clung to her face before leaning down to kiss her. It took amoment, but she began to stir beneath me, her hand reaching up to caress my neck. I resisted her advances, instead sliding down her body, planting kisses on her breasts as I awakened her further. Her fingers pressed me to her, but I maneuvered between her legs, parting them wide.
My tongue trailed sensually over her sensitive skin, eliciting a soft moan from her. Her eyes fluttered open, catching a glimpse of me before closing again. Her body was exceptionally sensitive this morning, having been denied release the previous night. It was easy to tease her, pushing her to the edge as she uttered pleas for more.
“Master,” she breathed.
I dipped my head to briefly suck on her clit before pulling back, my voice low and teasing, “What do you need?”
Still half-asleep, her guard not yet fully raised, she was easily manipulated into saying what I desired to hear. “Please, make me come,” she whispered, and I glanced at the phone, capturing her words on record.
I proceeded to suck and caress her sensitive nub, skillfully pushing her over the edge. She gripped the sheets, arching her back as her body convulsed in ecstasy. Her quivering pussy yearned for more, and I continued to drive her through the intoxicating pleasure until it became too intense for her to bear, prompting her to attempt to retreat slightly.
I allowed her to catch her breath, and she slumped onto the bed, her breathing heavy, her eyes still closed. However, as she sensed my movement, she gradually opened her eyes and observed me reaching for my phone.
"W-What are you doing?" she stammered, and I smiled as I stopped the recording, only to restart it, showing her the explicit footage of her having her pussy licked.
Alarmed, she leaped off the bed and rushed toward me, but I held the phone out of her reach. “Delete that!” she demanded.
“I don’t believe a slave can order me to do anything,” I retorted.
“Jared, you already have a picture!”
“But this is so much better.”
“Who would you even show it to? You’re in the fucking video!”
“Who says I’m going to show it to anyone?”
“Oh, yes because I’m sure when I leave, you will love jerking off to the sight of me getting tongue-fucked by you!” she retorted, wrapping the sheets around her and falling back against the headboard in annoyance.
I stepped away from the bed, slipping my phone into my back pocket before turning to Alison.
“Alison,” I called to her. She sighed but crawled toward me, allowing the sheets to fall away. Defiance was futile, and she knew it. I unfastened my pants, and she silently obeyed, sliding her lips around me without a word or complaint. It gave me an undeniable sense of pleasure, more than I’d ever expected to derive from her lips around my cock. The woman undoubtedly knew how to suck cock, as it took me scarcely a minute to release everything into her waiting mouth.
As I savored the breakfast that Alison had prepared, I noticed her standing near the window, gazing outside. This was an unusual sight, and it piqued my curiosity about what had captured her attention. However, I refrained from asking, fully aware that she would provide an explanation soon enough. Eventually, Alison turned her gaze toward me, her finger pointing outside.
“You have a pool,” she remarked.
“I do,” I replied.
“But you can’t swim.”
Her comment irked me slightly, but I anticipated the direction of this conversation as she approached me and took a seat beside me, even though I hadn’t given her permission to do so.
“Why do you have a pool?” she inquired. “Are you going to learn?”
“Alison, I didn’t purchase this property with the intention of residing here, nor did I envision taking a swim,” I clarified. “I acquired this place to transform it into your personal torment, and the pool happened to be part of the package.”
“Can I go for a swim?” she asked.
