Page 60 of Payback
“Another… response,” I whispered, as he persisted with those slow strokes.
“Another response,” he mused, yet I sensed an underlying tone in his words, an almost cautionary note. I didn’t get the chance to inquire about it, as he increased the pace and began thrusting into me more vigorously. A groan escaped me involuntarily, the heat building within me. The world started to blur slightly, and my determination wavered. Clasping my hands together, I dug my nails into my skin, silently begging him to climax before he could bring me to orgasm. To my surprise, this time he focused solely on his own release. He could have included external stimulation, but he refrained. He fucked me until he reached his climax, pumping his cum into me. I let out a contented sigh as he finally stilled, his cock no longer rubbing over my sensitive spots. Jared withdrew leisurely, and we proceeded to clean up. However, when we reentered the blue room, a smile played on his lips, its meaning eluding me. He even permitted me to change into another one of his shirts and get fully prepared before we descended to have breakfast. His demeanor left me puzzled. Why did he seem so cheerful? Why did he appear content despite not bringing me to climax? I was aware he didn’t aim to pleasure me like a partner seeking mutual gratification, but rather because he relished knowing I detested it. Nevertheless, he had relented. He hadn’t persisted further, and we both understood he could make me climax if he wished.
I scrutinized him intently as he had his breakfast. He noticed my gaze but made no comment, simply instructing me to proceed after he had finished. I regarded him skeptically, uneasy with this cheerful aspect of his demeanor. The angry Jared was comprehensible, even predictable. Push his buttons, and the furious beast emerged. This cheerful version, however, held too many enigmas. I couldn’t quite decipher his intentions for me, as I couldn’t fathom him granting me even a single day of respite. My body ached in ways I had never experienced, yet a reprieve seemed unlikely. I would have to endure being taken by him daily, subjected to new and humiliating scenarios. Transitioning from infrequent sexual encounters to this relentless routine took its toll. But he had vowed to have his way with me until I begged for his pleasure and my lips were raw. The fatigue and soreness weren’t surprising consequences. Nonetheless, I would persevere. Once this month was behind me, I would finally be free from Jared’s grasp forever. Perhaps I should have heeded my mother’s advice and refrained from pursuing him further. But it was easy to be wise in hindsight, after everything had crumbled.
“Finished?” he asked once he observed me taking the last bite.
His question struck me as odd, but I nodded in response.
“Good. Move quickly and clean everything up, then meet me upstairs.”
Surprisingly, Jared didn’t ensure my compliance this time and left, leaving me alone in the kitchen. I tidied up everything and made my way to the staircase leading upstairs. Standing at the entrance, facing the inviting door ahead of me, I felt a twinge of temptation. However, fleeing wasn’t an option. Despite the allure, I knew attempting to escape would only lead to my own ruin. The contract I had signed bound me, and Jared still held those incriminating materials over my head. I couldn’t save myself by running. It would only bring more problems. Letting out a deep sigh, I ascended the stairs and entered the blue room. I anticipated Jared would be waiting inside, but to my surprise, he wasn’t.
I surveyed the room, perplexed by his absence.
“Jared... I mean, Master?” I called out, positioning myself in the center of the room.
I heard movement behind me and turned to find him emerging from the hallway that connected to the bathroom. He was dressed quite elegantly, reminiscent of his appearance in my office. His hands were hidden behind his back, and he stood there, smiling at me. It was disconcerting, leaving me unable to decipher his intentions.
“Why are you dressed like that?” I asked.
“You’ll change as well.”
“Oh? Another maid outfit?” I quipped.
He shook his head, revealing what he held behind his back. What came into view left me speechless. I couldn’t believe my eyes as I stared at a uniform that closely resembled my old school attire. I could barely recall what had happened to it after I graduated. I believed it was still at my parents’ house. And yet, there it was before me.
“Is that...?” I began.
“Your old uniform, or a close resemblance,” he informed me.
“And here I thought you’d broken into my parents’ place,” I sarcastically remarked.
He shook his head. “No, I obtained a new one for you.”
He tossed the uniform to me.
“Are you serious?” I questioned incredulously.
He nodded. “We’re going to engage in a little roleplay.”
“Wonderful,” I muttered.
“This time, you’re going to beg for what I can do to you.”
I stared at him in disbelief. “I’m what?”
“In the shower, you claimed it’s just a bodily reaction, but we both know the truth, Alison. You’re starting to derive pleasure from it, and I intend to demonstrate it.”
“Getting me to voice those words won’t prove anything to you!” I shouted.
“Not to me. To yourself,” he reminded me. “Once you cease fighting it.”
“I’ll never stop fighting it because I don’t want your touch! I’m your slave for a month! I’m your whore, and whores put on a show.”
“Then put on a show!” he instructed, gesturing toward the clothing.
I clutched the fabric tightly, my anger welling up.
