Page 17 of Payback
This time, I spanked her pussy, a groan escaping her before I slid my fingers inside, evoking a gasp.
“Seems you enjoyed that,” I taunted, observing her head shake in denial.
Her deception skills seemed to falter in this domain. I was certain her exceptional acting skills would serve her well in our games, but only easily deciphered lies escaped her lips. Her body showed the truth. My fingers, now thoroughly coated, delved deeper.
“Jared, weren’t you going to fuck me?” she complained, and I realized she was deriving an unexpected amount of pleasure from this, evident in the way she glanced back at me. Both her eyes and her pussy betrayed her enjoyment, something that Alison was clearly struggling with. Initially, I had thought that I only wanted to fuck her because she was repulsed by it, but now I saw a new opportunity. This was so much more intriguing. If Alison was revolted by her own enjoyment, I was determined to ensure that she couldn’t escape it.
She desired it to be swift, dry, and agonizing, a way for her to hold onto her seething hatred and anger. But if I could make her derive pleasure from it as well, she would not only feel disgusted but utterly humiliated and mortified that I had the power to elicit such sensations from her. The power she had unwittingly surrendered to me was intoxicating. I urgently pushed my pants lower, my patience waning rapidly. I raised her hips, positioning myself.
I took a moment to witness her pussy opening to swallow the head of my cock and listened to her moan into the bed as I entered her slowly, savoring the sensation. Then I thrust quickly into her slick warmth, releasing an involuntary moan of my own. There was no time for waiting. I was beyond that point. She was Master’s slut, and seeing those words etched across her neck drove me to the edge. I gripped her hip with one hand and used my other to slide my fingers just beneath the edge of the collar. I couldn’t risk choking her, but I wanted to exert a controlled pressure. Pulling back almost entirely before plunging deep within her again, her pussy gradually accommodated my girth. It greedily enveloped me, covering me in her sweet juices and making entering easier. I fucked her with increasing intensity, the impending orgasm building at an astonishing rate. My pleasurable sounds filled the air, each moan a testament to how much I relished this encounter. The sounds were designed to torment her, making her despise every aspect of the situation. But then, I was shocked to hear a faint echo.
For a moment, I assumed it was an echo of my own moans, but it wasn’t. I gazed down at Alison, observing the way she clutched the sheets so tightly that her knuckles turned white. She fought hard to suppress her sounds, fearing that I might hear them, but I did. I heard her moans, and just to test whether they were indeed moans, I slowed down slightly. Her moans diminished but remained audible. I smiled darkly, relishing this unexpected twist. She was going to despise it even more, and that realization fueled my passion. I fucked her with a renewed fervor, the pleasure building until it erupted within me. The orgasm coursed through my body as I climaxed inside her. I groaned, savoring the sweet taste of revenge that tinged my pleasure.
I rested a hand beside Alison, taking a moment to catch my breath while remaining inside her. It wasn’t long before I sensed it—the powerful contractions of her pussy squeezing around me, her desire obvious. Her body spoke of an urgent need, and I understood that this was going to be far more exhilarating than I had anticipated. Pulling out, I watched my cum slowly trickle out of her. I trailed my finger along the path it took, bringing it to her pussy again and feeling her clench around me, craving more. Stepping away, I went to clean up. Upon my return, I found Alison still lying on the bed, her gaze fixed on nothing in particular. She was mortified by her response to me. I knew she wouldn’t admit it, but I had heard it and felt it. She had been teetering on the edge. I was aware that the body could provide the heat needed to accommodate intrusion, fueled by friction. But that wasn’t the look of someone broken and fearful. I could see the side of her flushed face, anger glinting in her eyes. I was surprised she hadn’t risen to her feet, attempting to reclaim some semblance of power. Perhaps she was waiting for me to finish in the bathroom. I approached her, my hand grazing her tight little ass. She whipped her head around in fury, and the sight of the collar around her neck almost reignited my desire.
“Did you enjoy that?” I taunted.
“Of course not, you deranged person!” she yelled. “That was—”
“Ah ah,” I cautioned. “Don’t use that word. Remember, you surrendered yourself to me, which means no doesn’t exist in our little world.”
“That’s disgustingly twisted.”
“I never coerced you into signing it!”
“But you did!”
Her voice escalated, her hands striking the bed as she attempted to rise, but I firmly pressed her back down with a hand on her back. One knee on the bed, I held her in place.
“Oh God, please don’t tell me you’re already aroused again!” she begged.
“Not yet, but I’m heading there. And the more you resist, the more you turn me on.”
She turned her head, glaring at me with such hatred.
“So, I’m supposed to be a sweet little princess?”
I reached out, my thumb brushing over her lower lip.
“Is that who you are? Master’s little princess? Except when we fuck you transform into his good little slut, am I right?” I whispered provocatively, detecting a certain intensity in her gaze. It might have been anger, yet an enigmatic, hooded look lingered within her eyes.
“You’re repulsive,” she retorted.
“Well, it takes one to know one.”
“I never slept with you!”
“No, I was beneath your station for that, which is why this serves as the perfect retribution. I will remain within your body, a constant reminder. Even when all of this concludes, Alison, the memory of how I fucked you, claimed you, and forced you to pleasure me until your lips were raw will persist. I will forever be etched in your memory. Every part of you, I will have conquered.”
Chapter 9
-Alison-
I was confused, and fear gnawed at me, yet it wasn’t the only thing I felt. Within that fear swirled something else, intensifying it but also morphing it into a liquid heat that coursed through me. Accommodating Jared’s cock inside me had proven to be a challenge. Although he had begun gently, he then thrust forcefully, claiming every inch of space within me. However, the worst part was the absence of the anticipated repulsion, the disgust that should have provoked a desire to retch. Instead, my treacherous body responded with an unsettling warmth to the intrusion, making me uncertain whether I despised it or took pleasure in it. It grew hotter, threatening me with an orgasm.
The prolonged tension was what pushed me to that edge. That was the only reason for this, I reasoned with myself. It was because my husband had left me unsatisfied that my body responded in this manner. Still, the confusion persisted, and I had to conjure disgusting thoughts to fend off the allure of Jared’s touch. It was a relief that he couldn’t hold back for long, for a few more thrusts and I would have begun to descend into madness.
Afterward, I lay immobile, weighed down by humiliation. Disgust was my expected reaction, and while I did feel it, it was directed inwardly, which didn’t help me find my strength again. The feeling chipped away at my resolve. His taunts did nothing to stop my core from being shaken. His words about imprinting himself on me felt like the slamming of a door. However, I promised myself that I would forget him again. That was my goal. I’d regain my life, and in doing so, put him behind me
