Page 73 of Payback
“Never!” she snarled.
“Then let’s go to bed.”
I leaned down and lifted her up.
“Jared!”
I smacked her ass as a reminder not to address me by that name.
“Fuck! All right, Master, can you just get it over with?”
“Tell me you want me to fuck you,” I demanded as I departed the kitchen. She began pounding her hands against my back.
“Never! I’ll never confess that willingly!” she yelled.
“Then we’re off to bed.”
“Just get it done.”
“Alison, this month is far from its end. Once this game concludes, another will start,” I reminded her.
“Oh, you’re the most wretched person on this planet.”
I delivered another spank to her ass before ascending the stairs.
“Actually, I believe that title belongs to you,” I chuckled darkly.
“Put me down and let’s begin!”
Her words only fueled my laughter. She was becoming desperate for me, yet she couldn’t vocalize the words “fuck me”. To do so would be a complete surrender. However, she would speak them, using the sweetest tone when she did. I was determined to render her utterly addicted, but she wasn’t there yet. It would be a slow process. Alison despised me as intensely as I loathed her, yet they said hate and love were separated by a fine line, easily crossed.
“All you need to do is express your longing for me.”
“Never! I will never express a desire for you!” she shouted.
“Off to bed with you then.”
I swung open the door to the blue room, setting her down on her feet, finally instructing her to disrobe.
“Finally!” she sighed.
“Needy.”
She shot me an irritated glare, but complied with my request, shedding each piece of attire. She let them fall to the floor, then turned to me expectantly.
“On my back? Hands and knees? Or is tonight all about me doing the work?” she asked.
“Tempting, but the cage,” I informed her, gesturing to the cage.
“Are you serious?”
“I’m completely serious.”
Alison sighed, then followed my instructions, heading back to the cage and crawling inside. I secured the cage door, locking it, and offered her a smile as she knelt within, glaring at me, her arms crossed defensively over her chest. She certainly looked like a prized possession within that confined space. Regrettably, she resembled more a gag gift package, promising endless amusement only to reveal a mundane item like a piece of toilet paper. Her exterior might be alluring, yet her inside lacked depth.
“Sleep well,” I taunted.
“You’re awful,” she mumbled.
