Page 10 of Payback
“Like that,” he uttered huskily, reaching out and gliding his thumb over my lower lip. “But wider.”
He pressed his thumb into my mouth, startling me with the gesture and the sensation of his skin against my tongue. He lowered my jaw, ensuring that I was open wide. Was Jared Tyler genuinely providing me with instructions on how to give a blowjob? Did he have any idea of who he was talking to? It felt like an even deeper affront than the fact that he had commanded me to perform this act. He slipped out his thumb, and I expelled a small breath of relief. Leaning back with an air of authority, he projected his commanding presence once more, assuming a relaxed posture. I flicked a glance at the glass door, becoming aware of the perfect line of sight it offered for anyone to walk in and witness me giving him a blowjob in my own office. The thought of such humiliation was overwhelming.
“I’m waiting, Alison,” he reiterated.
“Anyone could see, Jared. Do you realize what they would think?”
“That you’re my little slut, pleasing her Master,” he suggested with a sinister smirk.
“That I’m utterly unprofessional and a cheater! I’m married!” I retorted, thrusting my hand with the wedding ring toward him. He leaned in closer, clasping my hand and inspecting the ring.
“Indeed you are,” he remarked, then tightened his grip on my hand, guiding it toward his pants. “And you’re going to rest it on my thigh, so we can both see it while you pleasure me.”
“Are you serious?”
“Alison, we’ve shaken hands. I’m no longer playing around. Now, get to work, unless I should accidentally let a certain dark secret of yours slip out, just to emphasize how serious I am,” he threatened.
I shook my head vehemently, and the smirk returned to his lips.
“Then get to work,” he commanded.
My hands trembled intensely as I reached out with the other. I found it exceedingly difficult to unfasten his pants and unzip them. He offered no assistance whatsoever, merely adjusting his hips slightly to allow me to pull the fabric down enough to release his hard cock. Yet what came into view was enough to evoke a sigh of exhaustion from me. I truly hoped he didn’t expect me to take all of that down my throat. Even seasoned professionals might struggle with that size.
“A problem?” he taunted as I observed his erect cock, dripping with anticipation. Had his arousal been building throughout our conversation, knowing that I would be ensnared in his dark scheme? Was that what aroused him—witnessing me cornered and surrendering my integrity to him? I reached out, wrapping my hand around his hardness, stroking him, hoping it would suffice. However, I couldn’t escape the penalty he had in store for me. He extended his hand, tangling his fingers in my long hair and pulling it back.
“You’re stalling, Alison. You know what I want.”
Oh, screw you, Jared,I thought silently, though my frustration wasn’t solely directed at him. As I touched him, my body clenched even tighter, releasing an obvious amount of slickness. My body was a horrible traitor, yet perhaps this rough encounter might serve as a kind of purifying catharsis. Jared pulled me toward him, and I complied. I obeyed his command, positioning the hand with the ring within view for both of us while using the other hand to guide him into my mouth. He pressed me down onto him, forcing me to take in as much as I could, causing me to gag slightly. Yet he didn’t maintain the position for long. He loosened his grip to allow me to continue my ministrations. I employed my well-practiced technique, aiming to bring this encounter to a swift conclusion. Pulling back, I teased the tip of his cock with my tongue, detecting a change in his breathing. Oh, God, why did my body respond positively to that sound? More moisture escaped from me, as if my body were preparing itself for what it hoped would follow. Such a fucking traitor! I did my utmost to suppress the warmth I felt and concentrate on the disgust within me, reminding myself that this was far from a casual interaction. I knew that I was meant to do more than just suck his cock. I was meant to cater to his every desire, and I suspected that I had only begun to scratch the surface. This was merely the beginning.
Chapter 5
-Jared-
I had waited so long for our twisted games to start. Patience had been my virtue, and finally, it was bearing fruit. My cock pulsed with need, but despite my wish to torment Alison for as long as possible, I knew this wouldn’t last long. The desire had been building within me for far too long. My cock had been confined, protesting that there was a tantalizing prize right before us, capable of alleviating this relentless need to climax. Alison was adept at giving head, and I was teetering on the edge, almost ready to release. She teased me with her tongue, engulfing me over and over, and the view was mesmerizing. To witness her on her knees before me, giving me a blowjob in the open where anyone could intrude at any instant, provided a satisfaction words couldn’t encapsulate. Half of me wanted to seize control and ravish her mouth, but I yearned to witness her earn it. I reminded myself to practice patience, for it was effortless to be the savage monster.
She could despise me with all her might. However, that wasn’t my strategy for breaking her mind and will. Allowing her to work for it, to be a willing participant, was my method of befuddling and toying with her. Nevertheless, this was merely the beginning. I had many plans for her, but I intended to savor this moment.
I clung to her long hair, savoring its softness. Indeed, it was as silky as I had envisioned, a perfect thing to hold onto. She hastened her pace, but I forced her to slow down. I would climax when I wanted to, not when she did. She voiced her dissatisfaction in the form of a moan, which resonated as a pleasurable vibration, prompting a groan from me. This was far more delicious than my expectations, and I couldn’t suppress my grin. Revenge was truly a sweet indulgence.
Alison continued to work at my pace, yet I hadn’t foreseen her determination to reach her goal swiftly. She shifted her hands to my balls, tenderly cradling them, caressing the sensitive skin. An orgasm was imminent, unavoidable. While I relished this playful engagement, the pleasure surged through me, compelling me to release a guttural moan as I climaxed. My cum flowed into her throat in substantial amounts. She hastened to swallow it all, left without an alternative. The realization that I had invaded her body in multifarious ways elevated the satisfaction further. Holding her in her position, I descended from my high, permitting myself to bask in the sensation of her lips around my cock, fully aware of her hatred for me.
Then, roughly, I pulled her off me, her gasp revealing her discomfort. Her lips glistened with saliva and traces of my release. I extended my hand, cleaning them before inserting my thumb into her mouth. She comprehended the unspoken expectation, sucking my thumb clean while glowering at me. The fury in her gaze only fueled my need. I was soon going to be ready again. However, the fun would have to be postponed. I slipped my thumb free and pushed her back. To stabilize herself, she placed her hand on the desk behind her. Adjusting my attire, I rose, casting a disdainful gaze upon her, ensuring she sensed the disgust I held for her.
“Remember, tomorrow you’re mine. Tomorrow we begin.”
“I thought this was the beginning,” she retorted.
“This?” I questioned, gesturing to the chair I had occupied. “If you consider this the beginning, Alison, then prepare for a rather startling surprise.”
She glanced up at me, her terror evident. However, I had no intention of being her knight in shining armor. I wouldn’t extend my hand, offering assistance. She would have to stand on her own two feet. As I began to depart, her voice rang out, compelling me to halt and glance back over my shoulder, witnessing her upright posture.
“Yes?” I asked.
“Do you realize that this doesn’t make you better than me?” she queried.
“You think I’m seeking redemption?”
“I’m merely highlighting that the victim transforming into the oppressor doesn’t yield heroism,” she articulated. “It merely aligns you with someone like me.”
