Page 12 of Payback
“You have an intriguing expression on your face,” he noted as the first dish arrived.
“I was thinking...” I began.
“Yes?” he prompted.
“How about we forgo dessert, and you can eat me instead?” I proposed.
Chapter 6
-Alison-
My husband’s motion halted as his fork met a succulent piece of salmon. Gradually, his smile expanded, and a determined nod sealed the deal—the dessert would have to wait. Yet the slight delay only fueled my excitement. I relished those moments when we predetermined a later rendezvous. Knowing that the intoxicating sensation of him entering me would inevitably drive my arousal to new heights. As we progressed to the second course, a subtle restlessness stirred within me. I attempted to disregard the voice that whispered of my earlier arousal, adding power to the current throbbing sensation between my legs. My focus remained on my husband and the delicate fabric of my underwear, teasing my sensitive skin and heightening my flush. My husband took note of the transformation in me, gradually loosening his tie before casting it aside. The first two buttons of his shirt fell victim to his fingers as he watch me with a smoldering gaze. Typically, I had to touch him to get him going, but perhaps his jovial mood was heightening his desires. Or could it be he sensed something different about tonight? Regardless of the cause, I savored this moment, relishing in his undivided attention.
“Not very hungry?” he playfully teased, observing my barely touched meal.
Biting my lower lip, my gaze traced a lower path across his form. Fuck, my craving for him was powerful. Through his touch, I could expel the residue of Jared from my mind and body. The revelation of the true catharsis I yearned for dawned upon me—it was my husband claiming me with unrestrained fervor, plunging into me until the pleasure rendered me pliant.
“I’m famished,” I replied, my voice laden with huskiness.
“Yet your meal remains clearly untouched.”
“I’m not thinking about indulging in food,” I responded with a husky undertone.
His eyes darkened, mirroring my longing. For the first time in ages, it felt as though we had regressed to that state of infatuation, when lovers couldn’t keep their hands off each other, compelled to sate the burning desire within them at least once daily.
“Let’s ensure we satisfy our appetites so we won’t tire prematurely,” he playfully admonished.
“Or perhaps we should bundle things up and transfer the feast to the bedroom. You can feed me while I ride you,” I whispered.
“Patience,” he teased, well aware of my love for being held in suspense before finally obtaining the delectable reward. Adjusting my hips, I savored the gentle friction against my clit. His keen observation detected the faint tremor, his gaze descending slightly along my frame. “Alison, are you subtly grinding your needy pussy against that chair?”
“No,” I lied, a soft chuckle escaping my lips. Fuck, yes, this was precisely what I craved. A way to forget the nightmare that awaited me.
“Are you certain you’re not in need of more?” he asked, his own impatience becoming evident. My enthusiastic nod confirmed my desire.
“We can always save it for a midnight snack.”
“Indeed, we can.”
He kept his eyes on me as he dismissed the chef, politely conveying that his services wouldn’t be required for the remainder of the evening. Our appetites weren’t as voracious as anticipated, and I was close to coming. The orgasm was building. It wouldn’t take much to get me off when we finally reached the bedroom. However, we bided our time, waiting until the sound of the door’s closure reached our ears. Only then did I rise from my seat, but my husband motioned for me to remain seated, requesting my patience.
Settling down once more, I suspected he might be introducing an element of dominance or experimentation. However, that wasn’t the case.
“Before we lose ourselves in each other, there’s something I need to tell you. I fear I won’t get the chance if we begin,” he chuckled, acknowledging my fervent desire for him to erase Jared from my mind and body.
“Oh?” I responded, my enthusiasm dampened as he broached the news.
“I’ll be away for a while. It’s work-related. They need me in Germany.”
“I understand,” I murmured, the news not surprising in the least. Swiftly, I retrieved my wine glass, downing its contents and placing it back on the table. “That’s wonderful, dear. Enjoy your trip, and remember to text me upon your arrival.”
He regarded me with a perplexed expression. Though I never openly expressed my longing for him to remain here, and always maintained an air of support, I could see he had anticipated a modicum of disapproval.
“It’s a six-week assignment,” he reminded me.
“Of course. I’m sure you’ll find some time to explore the country too.”
He furrowed his brow in bewilderment, now convinced that at least a hint of objection or disagreement would emerge. Yet, I couldn’t anchor him to the house. Despite yearning to sustain the façade of our perfect life together, with successful careers, a circle of friends and family, and a promising future, reality intruded. Jared was arriving tomorrow to claim me, and once in his grasp, I would cease being Alison Brown, married to Warren Harrel, living a picture-perfect life. Instead, I would become Alison—the submissive slave who would be screwed in the most deranged ways to atone for her juvenile escapades. People held grudges, but this vendetta was beyond extreme. My youthful pranks had hardly been malevolent. Yet I had created a beast that now hungered to consume me with his above-average-sized cock.
