Page 24 of Payback
Fear gripped me as I looked at him, unwilling to believe he was referring to what I dreaded. Abruptly, he released me, turned away, and advanced toward a drawer. My eyes darted to the door nearby. In my desperation, I lunged for the handles, momentarily forgetting he had locked it. My realization came painfully when the door remained steadfast, defying my attempts.
“Fuck!” I snarled, slamming my hand against it.
The room reverberated with his sinister laughter, relishing my futile attempt to escape. It was utterly pathetic.
“Go and lie on the bed, Alison,” he commanded.
I eyed the bed draped in black and dark blue sheets.I’d rather not,I thought, but where could I hide?
“Listen, we can play hide and seek later. Or perhaps we should dub it ‘hunt and fuck’. But for now, lie on the bed.”
He spoke without even bothering to look at me, heightening the disconcerting ambiance. There was no route of escape. I was trapped with this monster. It felt degrading to submit to his orders, but slowly, I made my way toward the bed. Sitting down, I turned to him just as he returned, wielding a knife.
“Fuck,” I whispered.
“I said lie down,” he commanded, his grin expanding, a dark, gratified glint in his eyes.
“If you cut me, everyone will find out. At least my husband will!” I reminded him. “Wasn’t that why you sent him on a business trip? To avoid disruptions or him finding out? You want to remain hidden, Jared. Why jeopardize so much?”
He advanced toward me, positioning himself directly in front. The knife, its handle dark and unassuming, was held out before me. The dimness in the room accentuated the gleam of the blade. For a fleeting moment, I squeezed my eyes shut, wondering if he had more elaborate plans involving it. Would he cut off my hair, subject me to other forms of humiliation? But no. He gripped the nightgown, tearing it apart down the middle before roughly discarding the remnants. My heart raced wildly within my chest as I lifted my gaze back to him. I had been convinced he would draw blood with that knife, but so far, he hadn’t.
“Lie down,” he commanded.
I hesitated, and he responded by shoving me down. I landed on my back, and he widened my legs, placing himself on his knees between them. I glanced down my body. His fingers closed around my right thigh, bending it and guiding the tip of the knife against my skin. Our eyes connected for a fleeting second before he concentrated wholly on his task. I felt the tip pierce my skin, a yelp escaping me at the sting. The pain swelled as he cut along my flesh. Biting into my own hand, I stifled my screams. Yet, I was taken aback by how quickly it ended. I heard a muffled thud and observed the knife lying a short distance from my head. Was that all? I wondered.
A gasp escaped me as Jared drew me toward him. When I turned my gaze back to him, he had unfastened his pants and was lowering them as he leaned over me. He positioned himself and entered me immediately, causing a gasp as I was invaded. He displayed no restraint. He began thrusting into me forcefully, our bodies clashing against each other as he pursued his release. The warmth of his body enveloping mine, driving me toward climax. In an attempt to quell the building pleasure, I forced myself to think of the most repulsive things, disregarding the warmth that surged, propelling me toward the edge.Shit,I thought, he needed to finish before I did.
A deep, guttural moan spilled from his lips, and then he halted above me, his release washing over him. A surge of relief coursed through me as I sensed my orgasm ebbing away, prompting me to release a satisfied sigh. Jared pulled back, a more relaxed smile gracing his lips, and I glared up at him.
“You enjoy being taken hard, don’t you, my little slut?” he asked darkly, then his gaze dropped to our entangled bodies, noting the traces of blood that had stained us both. Surprisingly, it was less than I had anticipated. He withdrew from me, leaving an emptiness behind. He descended down my body, lifting my thigh and trailing his warm tongue over the wound. I was caught off guard by the tingling sensation that rippled through me, biting my lip to suppress a pleasurable gasp. He ran his tongue over the wound once more, lapping up the blood, and then withdrew, his expression one of satisfaction.
“I suppose there’ll be no more husbandly pussy-eating unless you want him to see you marked by another man,” he pointed out with a sinister smile.
“As if he ever did before…” I murmured under my breath.
“Here,” he commanded, curling two fingers and gesturing for me to draw closer.
I pushed up onto my hands, casting a puzzled look at him. He leaned in, seizing my collar, pulling us together.
“Are you saying your husband never goes down on you?” he asked, a faint chuckle tingeing his voice as he unearthed my years-long denial of oral pleasure. I knew I shouldn’t have let those words slip from my lips. I wasn’t supposed to reveal my vulnerabilities to Jared, and now I had left a gaping vulnerability exposed. Frustration had gotten the best of me, and not just due to becoming Jared’s slave. I was riddled with sexual frustration. I hadn’t climaxed, and despite Jared being my sworn enemy, I found myself on the verge of begging him for a single orgasm. Just one! What lengths must a woman go to in order to experience true satisfaction? Was I truly left to take care of myself?
“Answer!” he demanded.
“No, Master, he doesn’t,” I retorted, my voice dripping with sarcasm, as I begrudgingly admitted the truth.
“What about your past boyfriends or lovers? Have you ever reached orgasm with their tongues in your pussy?”
“Come on, why does that matter?” I protested. “It’s not like you’re going to get me off! I’m your slave. It’s all about my Master’s pleasure, isn’t it?”
“That was my original plan,” he affirmed. “But that was before I realized how close you were to climaxing on your husband’s bed as I had my first proper taste.”
“W-What do you mean? I wasn’t close to coming.”
He extended his fingers between us, our combined juices slickening my entrance. He thrust his fingers into me, eliciting a soft whimper from me. Coating them with moisture, he made them slick before shifting them to my clit, which throbbed, swollen and sensitive. It pulsed with need, close to exploding with sweet release.
“Stop, now you’re deliberately targeting a weak spot. T-That doesn’t prove anything!” I whimpered, my legs involuntarily falling further open, ensuring he had unobstructed access. I was on the edge. My hips shifted, aching for release. I clutched the sheets tightly, exerting all my effort to stave off the impending orgasm. I knew that pushing his hand away would only reveal how close I was and that I didn’t want him to finish the task. Or was I searching for an excuse to make sure he did complete it? I squeezed my eyes shut, battling with all my might against the orgasm that was underway. It was unfair. My body had been mercilessly teased, and it had been a while since my last release. However, just as the burning sensation began to engulf me, Jared withdrew his hand, prompting a relieved sigh to escape me.
He lifted his two fingers, then pressed them against my lips. Understanding his intent, I opened my mouth and cleaned him with my mouth. The already dark intensity in his eyes deepened further, and then he distanced himself from me. I was on the verge of calling out to him, urging him to finish what he had started, but I held my ground, refusing to yield.
