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“So, if I can make you come with my tongue, would I be the first to achieve that?” Jared asked, as he approached the small hooks on the wall to my right. I observed him retrieving some black rope, a smirk gracing his lips as he turned back to face me.
“Um…” My mind was caught off guard, struggling to keep up with the unmistakably suggestive tone in his voice. He drew nearer. The knife from the bed found its place on a small black night table. He began securing the dark rope to one of the ominous-looking hoops. After fastening the first one, he grasped my wrist, pulling me toward him. “No!”
I bit down on his hand, catching him by surprise. But I would be completely at his mercy if he bound me, rendering me almost entirely immobile. Despite me sinking my teeth into his skin, he didn’t even wince, his eyes locking onto mine with a warning that I would pay for my audacity. Slowly, I released his hand, astonished that my defiance had no apparent effect on him.
“That... didn’t hurt?” I queried.
“I hardly felt it.”
I blinked rapidly, struggling to comprehend. My bite marks were obvious on his skin, a strange satisfaction washing over me at the sight. I shook my head, trying to shake off the unsettling feeling. Jared proceeded with his task, and soon I found one wrist tied to the bed. He shifted to the other side, securing the second rope, then moved to my left wrist. My arms were outstretched, my front defenseless, though he allowed my legs to remain unbound. I pressed my legs together, feeling my warm blood between my thighs. It only brought his tongue to mind, and I groaned, burying my head in the bed. His tongue should not be my focus right now, I scolded myself. The rustling of clothing reached my ears, and when I glanced downward, I saw Jared fully exposed, his cock starting to stir again as he observed me. I was his damn feast.
Chapter 13
-Alison-
Jared’s dark green eyes roved all over my form as he seized the two poles, his muscles flexing in the subtle light. Why had he transformed into such an attractive man over the years? Was there something wrong with my brain chemistry? Why couldn’t I convince myself that he was the most repulsive person on the planet? He had degraded me, forced me to sell my body like an actual whore, yet somehow my body remembered the sensations he elicited. It coated me in my own arousal, and I could feel it trickling out of me. Or maybe it was his cum. Jared clearly reveled in the sight of me bound and vulnerable, but why wouldn’t he? This was precisely how he desired things to be. Now, I was to be the one under his control. I was the submissive now, and he intended to ensure I never forgot it.
“Spread your legs, my little slut,” he commanded.
I kept them tightly pressed together.
“Or I can tie them to the bed as well,” he reminded me.
“God…” I sighed, then gradually separated my legs.
“Wider,” he instructed when I had only opened them a few inches. “And bend your knees.”
I muttered a stream of curses, feeling my heart race and my skin tingle. But I couldn’t quite discern whether it was the slight chill in the room or the anxious anticipation of what was to come. What did he have in store for me? Was his plan for us to fuck all day? Could he sustain that level of activity? His perverse desires probably kept him hard constantly. I was the one who had to satisfy those desires time and time again. The monster had me as his outlet. I widened my legs further and bent my knees until I was obscenely exposed. He had an unhindered view of everything from his vantage point. I didn’t even want to glance at his face, knowing how content he must be feeling at this moment. He relished how defenseless I was, and I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of seeing my nervousness.
The bed shifted as more weight settled onto it. My eyes flickered downward, and I was sure he was preparing to take me again. However, he lowered his body. His lips hovered above my bare pussy, and he offered me a smile.
“W-What are you doing?” I whispered nervously.
“Showing you how much you’ll despise that only I can bring you pleasure like this,” he chuckled.
I attempted to press my legs together, but his massive frame obstructed my efforts. He hooked his hands around my thighs and pulled me toward him, stretching my limbs to the point of mild discomfort.
“Come on, Jared, you don’t want me to experience pleasure,” I protested, though the distinct fear in my voice was evident. I understood that he took pleasure in knowing how he unsettled me.
“You’re correct,” he concurred before trailing his tongue along the wound on my thigh once more, sending a warm sensation coursing through me. “But a few seconds of pleasure will result in hours of shame when you realize who you achieved that pleasure with.”
He was right. I wished he wasn’t, but the thought of Jared being able to make me climax was even more mortifying. In my mind, he was still that same loser. He wasn’t supposed to bring me pleasure with his tongue. The fact that he had already coerced me into sucking his cock, fucked me, and come inside me was bad enough. I didn’t need the memory of his head nestled between my thighs and his tongue exploring my pussy imprinted in my thoughts. I could live a content life without that imagery. I couldn’t let someone so beneath me be the source of my pleasure. It was manageable if he used me as his plaything—that was something I could handle. But if I succumbed to pleasure because of him, the shame of betraying my husband and the life I had painstakingly constructed would be overwhelming. However, there was a nagging voice in my head, reminding me that my fears might stem from more than just loyalty to the perfect façade I had built. It insinuated that if he demonstrated his ability to bring me pleasure, I might yearn for more. I might genuinely derive satisfaction from it, even desire it. Me? Craving pleasure from Jared? Jared Tyler! No, that was more humiliating than words could express. He shouldn’t have the power to get me off. It was out of the question. He was a loser, and I couldn’t allow myself to want anything from someone like him.
“Can’t you just fuck me again, Master?” I implored in a sugary tone, hoping to redirect his focus. His dark chuckle reverberated through the room.
“God, I love it when you plead for my cock, but later, my sweet little slut, your Master has only just begun,” he murmured darkly, and then I felt it. A gasp escaped my lips at the first contact, his tongue gliding over my highly sensitive skin. I attempted to pull away, but his grip on me tightened. He continued to lap at my folds before directing his attention to my entrance. He pushed his tongue inside, and I felt my body involuntarily clench around the intrusion, yearning for a deeper connection. I bit my lip so hard I thought I might draw blood. Everything was happening so rapidly. My body was electrified, my desires ignited once again. My pussy craved his skilled touch. The impending orgasm was racing back, threatening to burst forth if I couldn’t convince him to halt. There was a delicate suction on my clit, followed by a more intense pressure. A soft whimper escaped me, and I pressed my head into the mattress. My hips moved of their own accord, a willing offering to him, and he continued to lavish attention on my sensitive nub.
“Please, stop it!” I begged, although my voice was devoid of authority. My plea emerged as a breathless entreaty, making it sound as though I wanted him to continue. Or perhaps he interpreted it as a signal that I wished for him to cease the playing and instead get to work.
That dark chuckle resounded again, indicating he knew precisely what was about to unfold. He withdrew his attention, and my body quivered with pent-up desire.
“Don’t you enjoy it?” he asked playfully, his tongue briefly tracing the wound, eliciting a groan from me.
“No, I hate it.”
He nipped at the wound, causing me to emit a small shriek.
“No lies. You wouldn’t want to be a disobedient little slut for your Master, would you? Remember, you’re here to satisfy him.”
