Page 16 of Payback
“How about... Master?” I proposed, causing her eyes to widen in disbelief.
“You can’t be serious.”
“I’m very serious. Try again,” I directed her, and just to nudge her a bit further, I gripped her ass cheek a little more firmly, pressing her against me. She emitted a low groan, shaking her head in disapproval of my actions.
“Fine, fine!” she relented, prompting a smile from me as I eased my grip slightly to show her that I would release her once she complied. “Could you please release me... M-Master.”
The word seemed to stick in her throat, yet I accepted her submission and let her go. She pushed back forcefully, obviously eager to distance herself from me, and my laughter followed.
“Much better. But don’t worry, your Master has brought you gifts,” I informed her.
“Presents? Why do I not like the sound of that?” she questioned.
I handed her the perfume bottle, and she took it from me. Then I retrieved something from my pocket, a move that prompted her to immediately start shaking her head.
“No!” she exclaimed, retreating and pressing her back against the wall.
“Oh, yes.”
“You can’t fucking collar me!” she shouted.
“But I can.”
Hanging from my fingertips was a red collar, closely resembling a dog collar, but fashioned more like a choker with a broad band encircling her neck. The words “Master’s Slut” adorned its length with golden letters. At the end dangled a small lock, implying that once secured, only I held the key to unlock it.
“You’re insane!” she declared.
“But you can’t say no,” I reminded her.
“I have to return at some point.”
“And when you do, you won’t have to wear it anymore. I’ll unlock it.”
“And yet, somehow I still don’t trust you!” she shouted.
“Well, you still can’t decline,” I pointed out.
“You’ll leave that dreadful thing around my neck when I go back.”
“No, I’m a man of my word. I’ll remove it,” I assured her. Whether she returned with a collar or not, her life was destined to be shattered by my actions, as was her very being.
“I don’t trust you, but since I can’t decline...” she said, leaving and entering the bedroom once more. Seating herself on the edge of the bed, she surprised me by sweeping her hair over her shoulder. My blood rushed faster, longing to possess her on the very bed she shared with her husband. Patience, however, was a necessity in our game. Drawing nearer, I encircled the collar around her neck. She took care to clear her hair from its path, preventing it from becoming entangled. I ensured it didn’t constrict her breathing. I had no intention of choking. Rather, I aimed for a subtle pressure she couldn’t ignore, a reminder of what adorned her neck. Securing it, I locked it, placing the key within a small secure box, which then found refuge in an inner pocket.
“Stand and turn around,” I ordered.
A deep sigh escaped her lips before she obeyed, standing and facing me. The sight of her with the collar ignited a blaze of desire within me. While I had initially intended to delay until we reached my house, I changed my mind. I seized Alison, turning her and then bending her over the edge of the bed. My original plan was to end our month by fucking her one last time on this very bed. But why not start the month as I intended to end?
“Already?” she exclaimed, shocked by the sudden transformation.
“Now,” I breathed, urgency coursing through my body at a remarkable pace. “This will be fast.”
“Fuck, you’re going to split me open without any preparation,” she groaned into the bed.
A sharp smack landed on her ass cheek, the red nightgown riding up, giving me a view of her sensitive, pink, and eager flesh, prepared to swallow my cock. A dark smile crept across my lips as I trailed a finger along her slit, toying with her. She jolted forward, withdrawing from my touch.
“What? You want me to fuck you dry?” I asked, swiftly working on my pants with one hand.
“Just get it done,” she snapped.
