Page 37 of Payback
He appeared notably more at ease afterward, his grip around me relaxing as he gently lifted me off him. Tilting my head backward, he brushed his thumb over my lips before offering me what remained of his cum. I dutifully cleansed him. It was perplexing to witness the calm smile that graced his lips. I had never seen Jared in such a state. His smiles were an anomaly. His expressions usually oscillated between dark smirks, replete with taunts and control. Now, his smile was almost uncontainable, exuding a semblance of genuine happiness. Yet, beneath that façade lay an unsettling darkness. I couldn’t discern the source of his contentment, but it was evident it didn’t stem from cuddling with puppies and kittens.
“Much better,” he exhaled.
“Back in the cage?” I retorted.
“No, I’m hungry. Shower and get dressed.”
He distanced himself from me, leaving me there feeling used. Oddly enough, feeling used seemed preferable to feeling gratified. At least this time, he wasn’t propelling me further into the embrace of shame.
“In what exactly?” I asked.
He strode to a dresser, extracting some clothing. I observed him retrieve a white object, tossing it to me. I caught it, assuming it was a chance to finally cover myself. However, upon inspection, it became clear that wasn’t the case.
“An apron?”
“You’re cooking,” he declared.
I groaned. I realized he wanted me to cook while being naked. At least I could be grateful that he allowed me that shower and the chance to change my bandage. Once he was dressed again in casual attire and I was begrudgingly adorned in the humiliating apron, he seized my arm, escorting us downstairs. He grasped my arm firmly, making sure I didn’t attempt to venture anywhere else.
“It’s the middle of the night,” I pointed out.
“Yes, and I’m hungry.”
He guided me into a spacious kitchen, the interior design exuding a sense of elegance with its gray and white marble counters. Everything appeared barely used, which sparked suspicions in me—was this house purchased a long time ago or more recently? Maybe he had acquired it solely for this purpose. One month, and then he’d be out of my life. That thought propelled me forward. Jared took a seat by a substantial kitchen island, observing me closely. I knew exactly where his gaze was fixated, and it wasn’t on the tiny heart tattoo I had between my shoulder blades, although he did take notice of it.
“When did you get that heart?” he asked.
“Back in college.”
“A heart tattoo and a husband,” he mused.
“I didn’t meet my husband until my last year of college, and we weren’t even on the same campus.”
As I began rummaging through the fridge for ingredients, a faint tapping sound echoed. I was famished, so I fervently hoped he planned to permit me to eat as well. Cooking wasn’t exactly my forte. We usually had private chefs and frequently dined out, but I did know my way around the kitchen to some extent. I decided to prepare a substantial portion of fried meat and vegetables. An enticing aroma began permeating the kitchen, and my gnawing hunger became quite apparent. I stole a glance behind me, noticing Jared still observing me while idly tapping his finger against the marble countertop. I shook my head, not particularly appreciating his intense scrutiny—it was rather distracting.
“I thought the blowjob would have calmed you more,” I quipped, eliciting a small chuckle from him as he found my words amusing.
“It takes a lot before I calm down.”
“Don’t tell me you’re ready again so soon,” I sighed.
“No, as I told you, I’m hungry, and I tend to get very impatient when I’m hungry.”
“I’m assuming your outing wasn’t for a dinner date then.”
“No, it wasn’t,” he confirmed.
I glanced to the side, a surge of curiosity compelling me to speak. “What was it then?”
Casting a sidelong glance over my shoulder, I witnessed the side of his mouth twitch slightly.
“Not a dinner date,” he answered.
I should have anticipated that response, yet a sliver of hope had lingered. I returned my attention to the food, preparing it swiftly before arranging it on a single plate, allowing some to remain in the pot. I pushed the plate toward him and handed him a fork. He accepted it all with a satisfied expression, delving into his meal.
“You do realize that if I’m to make it through this month without perishing, I need sustenance as well,” I reminded him.
“I’m aware,” he acknowledged, though he showed no indication that he would allow me to partake in a meal.
