Page 38 of Payback
“And?” I pressed.
“Do you believe you hold the same value as me at this moment, Alison?”
“What?”
“Consider this a ranking system between us. The king feasts first, followed by his subjects, and then come the slaves,” he elucidated.
I groaned, leaning forward on my arms in a manner that made the front of the apron gap open. As I lifted my head, I noticed his gaze dropping down toward the space between my breasts. They weren’t overly small or excessively large—more in the middle—but that meant there was enough to catch attention. Hastily, I pulled back, ensuring I wasn’t revealing any more to him. I crossed my arms and leveled a stern glare at him.
“So, I literally have to wait until you’re finished? You do realize you wouldn’t need to wait for me if I could eat alongside you,” I pointed out.
“I’m aware,” he responded.
“So?”
“You get to stand there until I’m done,” he declared with a smirk.
Chapter 20
-Jared-
I didn’t mind waiting for Alison to finish her meal. Observing her was something I enjoyed, understanding the discomfort it stirred within her. It was akin to being scrutinized by a predator’s gaze, causing her to fidget. So, I took pleasure in watching her while she ate. However, I deliberately savored my food, making Alison wait. The persistent growling of her stomach was impossible to ignore, but a dog ate when its master allowed it to. In this scenario, I dictated when she ate. Having such control over her frustrated her immensely. Surrendering the ability to nourish oneself was an unpleasant experience. However, my intention wasn’t to starve her. I aimed to demonstrate who was in charge and that she possessed no freedom within this house. I even determined when she could perform basic tasks, including using the bathroom. The absolute physical control I had over her made her feel insignificant, trapped, and devoid of any escape. It was precisely how I had felt all those years ago. There had been no way out. If Vince hadn’t intervened, I might have taken my own life, and my demise would have likely evoked little sorrow. It was a melancholic realization, knowing my absence from the world would have been met with indifference. I wouldn’t have been surprised if they vandalized my gravestone, assuming anyone even organized a funeral. I had been a nobody, yet that same nobody had hunted down each of those who had made my life a living nightmare. Soon, I intended to unveil a carefully crafted presentation to Alison. The contents of the slideshow were bound to leave her profoundly shocked.
“Okay, I’ve finished eating,” I announced.
Alison remained standing, arms crossed, a finger rhythmically tapping her arm.
“Finally,” she exhaled, seemingly ready to turn back to her food, but I cleared my throat.
She turned toward me, displaying a puzzled expression.
“First, clean this up, slave,” I instructed.
“I need to clear my own plate. Wouldn’t it make more sense to wait?” she countered.
I shook my head.
“That logic doesn’t hold, Jared.”
“Master,” I corrected her.
“Fine, that logic doesn’t hold, Master,” she retorted with a hint of mockery.
“I don’t appreciate your tone or your resistance to a direct order. Perhaps I should discard the remaining food.”
As I brought the food into play and the possibility of her missing out, she swiftly seized my plate, cleaning up the remnants. Observing as she bent over, slotting the plate into the dishwasher, a slight quickening of my blood occurred, though I needed a more extended respite. The surge of pent-up desire that had been released in a forceful climax, filling Alison’s throat once more, demanded a longer recovery period. Nevertheless, this didn’t stop me from maintaining the intensity of my gaze on her, savoring the spectacle of her humiliation. I was aware of her aversion to the sole apron-clad state, a state that left her completely open to me. I knew I would find great enjoyment in her being constantly naked, ready for me to bend her over any surface. Although self-initiated exploration was off-limits, should I choose to relocate her, the game wouldn’t end—it would simply shift its location.
Alison briefly met my gaze as she arranged the soiled items. My sweeping hand gesture conveyed her freedom to serve herself a meal. Promptly, she selected a plate and loaded it with food. Her hunger spurred her to voraciously consume her sustenance while standing. A pleasurable hum underscored her dining experience. I acknowledged the considerable extent to which I had pushed her limits today, yet food paled in comparison to the more captivating prospects on my mind. I acknowledged that I needed to exert more self-discipline. As she neared the end of her meal, I discreetly rose from my seat, approaching her from behind. Placing my hands on her hips and drawing her closer, I elicited a surprised gasp as her gaze met mine.
“More?” she ventured, curiosity tinging her voice.
I smiled, shaking my head, and she directed her attention to the remnants of her meal. As she swallowed the final bite, I leaned in, brushing her long hair aside, and allowed my lips to trace along her neck. The gentle gesture was bound to baffle her. She likely struggled to fathom my intentions. If my goal was to engage in another round, why didn’t I simply take her forcefully and have my way? However, my aims were different. Gradually, one of my hands ventured lower, gliding down the side of her thigh before leisurely ascending along the front. The motion of my hand caused the apron to lift, unveiling more of her form.
“Jared…” she began, her voice trailing off in a mixture of uncertainty and inquiry.
“Master,” I corrected, my words emerging as a dark and whispered murmur, delivered directly into her ear as I toyed with her.
“W-What are you doing?” she whispered, although she was undoubtedly aware of my intentions. We needed to conclude this night in the most gratifying manner imaginable, a scenario where Alison found herself flushed with both pleasure and embarrassment. She wasn’t keen on experiencing another orgasm at my hands. She already felt humiliated enough by the fact I was only person to make her come with my skilled tongue. Yet, I was determined to ensure that she found release once more, right here in the kitchen, after having diligently served me food. The scenario would be so intimately intense that it would leave her profoundly affected. This game was about more than claiming her body. It was about gradually dismantling the barriers within her mind. My goal was for her to shatter, to witness her succumb to emotional turmoil. I wanted to reduce her to a state where she knelt before me, begging me to halt the exquisite torment. I yearned to experience the transformation, watching her come undone much like she had rendered me powerless and driven to beg for mercy.
