Page 44 of Payback
“I didn’t ask you to fuck me!”
“It certainly sounded that way. Is my little slut hungry for her Master? Has she earned herself a good fucking?” I taunted, closing in on her. We were now on the short side of the kitchen island, and she was trying to retreat from me, though there was no escape. I was thoroughly enjoying this little game of pursuit, and I intended to let it continue.
Chapter 23
-Alison-
I was acutely aware of how my words sounded as they tumbled out, posing the question of whether Jared would fuck me or not. Yet, I hadn't directly asked him to do so. My inquiry had been aimed at extracting an answer about his intentions. After all, he had asserted that we were resuming from where we had left off, a statement that implied he was going to have me again. I had anticipated it, to say the least. Yet, he had skillfully toyed with my mind, creating the illusion that I had implored him for this outcome. The words had escaped my lips in a rather desperate manner. So it was unsurprising that he was now in pursuit of me around the table.
“She is not hungry for anything!” I snapped, wanting to make a run for it, but I was too scared to turn my back to him.
“But then why are you begging me to fuck you?” he asked.
“You know what I meant.”
“What did you mean?” he asked, coming closer as we moved around the other side of the kitchen island. I almost tripped as my foot hit one of the chairs. I reached out to steady myself, making sure I didn’t lose my balance. It gave him a chance to close the distance, and his quick movement made me retreat even faster. This time I spun around, attempting to evade him. I knew that if he ordered me to stop, I would have to obey, but I was determined to avoid his touch for as long as possible. I moved to the other side again, back to where I had prepared the food, but that’s when he caught up to me.
He grabbed me from behind, seizing the ridiculous half-shirt I was wearing and yanking me back. He entwined his fingers in my hair, bending me over the kitchen island. I could feel him drawing near, the sound of clothes rustling as he positioned himself behind me. The pounding of my heart and the mixture of nervous excitement that had accompanied being chased merged into a heat in my core, causing my arousal to intensify. I couldn’t quite comprehend it. Was it just a reaction to the adrenaline? I struggled to gather my thoughts before Jared swiftly pulled down his pants and entered me with a forceful thrust, causing all the air to rush out of my lungs. There was a moment of slight discomfort as I adjusted to the intrusion. But what left my lips wasn’t a gasp of pain, but rather a pleasurable groan as he filled me.
His free hand gripped my hip, and he began fucking me fervently, pulling out only to thrust back into me deeply. The slapping sound of our bodies colliding reverberated through the kitchen. I tried to grip onto something on the slippery surface, but there was nothing to hold onto. All I could do was surrender to his forceful movements. I felt his relentless invasion, his panting filling my ears. However, the chase that had led us to this point was playing tricks on my mind. The initial nervousness had transformed into a sharp excitement that warmed my pussy, and Jared stoked that fire. Resisting what he was making me feel suddenly became a challenge, each thrust pushing me further into a pleasurable haze where I couldn’t differentiate between what was good and what was bad. All I could recognize was the sheer enjoyment of being taken in a way that felt undeniably pleasurable.
Astonishingly, I found myself responding, arching my back to meet his movements, releasing small moans of pleasure. Everything seemed amplified, as if the tension we had experienced yesterday now permeated the kitchen, enveloping us in a bubble of heated sensations. I couldn’t concentrate on my surroundings. All that mattered was the overwhelming pleasure coursing through me. I lost touch with reality, my perception narrowing down to the sensation of a thick cock thrusting rhythmically inside me, rubbing against every pleasurable spot. I surrendered myself to the experience, and that’s when it happened. The orgasm began to build, a wave of intense pleasure washing over me once again. I couldn’t contain my reaction and let out a soft scream, my nails scraping against the marble surface.
Jared continued to drive into me through the waves of pleasure, increasing his pace as he approached his own climax. I closed my eyes, feeling as if I were spiraling into an abyss of pure sensation. The pleasure was so intense that I couldn’t focus on anything beyond the orgasm engulfing me. Jared let out a deep, guttural groan as he spilled his cum inside me. It was only when I heard him come that the reality of the situation snapped back into place. Fuck... I had come again! I had succumbed to his touch, yielding to the powerful sensations. How weak did this make me? Anger replaced the fleeting sweetness, and I wanted to push Jared away from me. Yet, I remained immobilized, stunned by what had just transpired.
I felt his hand glide down my slightly sweaty back, followed by his lips, causing me to shiver. Jared wasn’t supposed to have this effect on me. His cock wasn’t supposed to reduce me to a quivering mess. Sure, it had been a while since I had experienced proper intimacy with my husband, but this was bordering on ridiculous. Jared was nothing to me! How could someone of such little value hold such power over me, turning me into a moaning wreck? I could accept being his slave, resign myself to being used to ensure my own survival, but I wasn’t meant to find any pleasure in what he was doing to me. I shouldn’t be relinquishing control to him, becoming nothing more than a panting, aroused mess. I didn’t think I could despise someone more than Jared, but at that moment, I loathed myself more than anything.
“Fuck, what a way to start the morning,” he whispered, sounding breathless, and I hated how some part of me took satisfaction in hearing that he wasn’t completely unaffected. I shouldn’t care about his pleasure. If he wanted to treat me like his personal sex toy, fine! But I was supposed to be cold, indifferent to everything. This was all twisted.
“Though, I bet you can scream louder than that,” he added.
I groaned, lightly knocking my head against the marble before resting my forehead against it. I felt him withdraw and heard the sound of clothes rustling. I sensed the trace of his cum, but then his fingers were there, collecting the fluid before pushing it back inside me. I stifled a moan that threatened to escape. He inserted his fingers deeply, withdrawing them slowly before adopting a leisurely rhythm, thrusting them into me. He introduced a third finger, maintaining that exasperatingly slow pace that was enough to drive me half-mad. It wouldn’t bring me to climax, but it kept the embers of arousal burning.
“Can’t you, my little slut?” he murmured darkly, his lips ghosting over my lower back. “You can scream much louder than that.”
I shook my head, and he pressed his fingers deeper, a small moan escaping me this time. He withdrew his fingers, and I hoped this signaled an end to his teasing. But then he moved two of them to my clit. He began moving them slowly over the sensitive flesh.
“Shit,” I whispered, wanting to pull away because if he continued, I would inevitably reach climax again.
“Remember, honesty is crucial,” he reminded.
“I am honest! I’m just not that vocal.”
It was a blatant lie. I could be incredibly vocal with the right partner, but I had no intention of letting Jared in on that secret. He would only use it against me. If he managed to coax louder cries from me, it would signal a significant submission to him, something I wasn’t willing to let happen. He had already been the first to make me climax with his tongue. I had no desire to allow him the satisfaction of driving me to a point of ecstatic pleading and moaning. This time had been loud enough for me. I had no interest in a repeat performance.
“You’re lying again,” he remarked, increasing the pace as he moved his finger back and forth more rapidly over my clit.
“Jared...”
“Wrong name,” he chuckled.
“Fine, Master, are we finished? Don’t I have a house to clean?” I asked.
He ceased the torturous touch, and I let out a relieved sigh. While I didn’t want to be deprived of the sweet pleasure, I wasn’t going to surrender to more orgasms from Jared. Accepting my role as his slave was one thing, but if he managed to make me revel in it, then I would have truly fallen. As the torment stopped, I hoped it was the end of it, yet he was far from done. I attempted to stand up, but his large hand pressed against my back, keeping me bent over.
“What? How could I have earned a punishment now?” I questioned, assuming that was the reason he kept me in this position. However, Jared remained silent for a brief moment, and then I felt his slick fingers grazing over my asshole. I gasped, instinctively pulling forward in an attempt to escape his wicked touch. Trapped and with nowhere to go, his fingers circled the dark entrance before one of them sought entry.
“Fuck, please not there!” I pleaded.
