Page 26 of Payback
“Damn it...” I muttered.
“What was that?”
“Will you stop if I admit it?” I questioned, my gaze tracing down my body to the enticing sight before me. For a fleeting moment, I could almost forget who he truly was. In that instant, my somewhat clouded mind saw nothing but an exceedingly attractive man nestled between my thighs, his lips slightly moist—an undeniable reminder of his recent actions.
“Is that what you desire?” he asked.
“Yes, please!” I begged, taken aback by the word “please” escaping my lips.
“Oh, so she can beg sweetly,” he taunted.
I berated myself for letting that slip. But if uttering the word “please” could spare me from yielding to his efforts, I was willing to endure further self-degradation.
“Very well,” he relented. “Confess how much pleasure I give you, and I will stop.”
“All right,” I conceded. “I...”
“Go on,” he prompted.
“I truly enjoy what you’re doing, and with a few more seconds, I would have come on your tongue,” I whispered.
“You love how your Master teasingly licks your needy pussy?” he asked provocatively.
“Yes!” I exclaimed, hoping to stop this ordeal.
“Do you think you’d beg for more if you truly knew the sensation of climaxing on my tongue?” he questioned.
His words were shrouded in ambiguity, and my mind grappled to comprehend their meaning. Hadn’t he promised to stop? I had provided him with what he sought, yet when I refocused on him, something in his eyes made me freeze.
“What?” I demanded.
“At times, true appreciation arises only after experiencing it firsthand,” he murmured, his voice low, almost tinted with anger.
“W-What do you mean?”
He simply grinned before lowering his head once more and resuming his task.
“Fuck, Jared, you promised!” I groaned, tugging at my restraints in an attempt to break free. However, his knots were expertly secured, and escape was an illusion.
“I never specified what I’d stop,” he informed me. “I merely stated that I’d stop, without specifying the action.”
“Fuck, don’t do this!” I implored.
It was unavoidable. His gentle suction on my clit intensified, and the fire of pleasure began its relentless ascent. I exerted every ounce of control to prevent the impending orgasm, but my mind and body were at odds. He increased the intensity of his ministrations, and then it happened. The exquisite sensation surged through me. Despite my best efforts, I couldn’t remain silent—each nerve awakening with raw ecstasy. Soft moans and whimpers escaped me as my hips undulated against his mouth, embracing the euphoric feeling at last. Unable to focus on why this was forbidden, I surrendered to the delightful abyss, cherishing the duration of the orgasm. Jared kept pushing me through the experience, fueling the warmth to new heights before abruptly withdrawing, allowing the coldness to seep in.
I whimpered, lifting my head to witness him rising to his knees, his cock once again hard and ready for more. He started stroking himself, the sight alluring despite the circumstances. It shouldn’t be enticing—watching him gratify himself while observing me in my vulnerable state post-orgasm. Yet, the turmoil of shame had yet to infiltrate my consciousness. I observed the rhythmic motion of his large hand along his shaft, the firm flesh responding to his touch. His dark gaze trailed upward, gradually locking onto my eyes. Entranced, I couldn’t tear my gaze away. My body still smoldered, and an unsettling portion of my psyche seemed curious to witness him climax. He quickened his pace, propelling himself toward ecstasy.
With a low groan, he came onto my pussy and lower abdomen, drenching me in his cum. The sight and sensation bewildered me, rendering me unable to process the entirety of the ordeal. His body tensed, his muscles flexing as the pleasure ran through him. Had we not been mortal enemies, I might have indulged in the aftermath and relished the show. Yet, as we both relaxed, his eyes once again locking onto mine, exuding that air of superiority and clarity dawned on me. The perspective shifted, unveiling the twisted nature of it all—I was coated in his release, marked with his first letter of his name, and pleasured until I climaxed. Others might view this as a perfect, intimate night together, or perhaps a simple hookup. But we were not friends. We were not lovers, and we weren’t strangers seeking a freaky time online. I had forfeited the right to refuse, and he wielded that knowledge like a taunt. He knew the extent of my humiliation, how profoundly the tables had turned. Jared unveiled my dethronement as queen. I was no longer the formidable figure I had once been. Now, he was the master. He dictated our mutual gratification.
Chapter 14
-Jared-
The look in Alison’s eyes as realization and shame struck her was utterly priceless. If I could freeze this moment in time, I would. She had surrendered herself to me, and I had left indelible marks on her, ensuring a lasting reminder of her submission to the one person she despised above all else. I could sense her yearning to rewind time and erase this encounter. The shame of our physical intimacy wasn’t enough for her to truly grasp the depth of my intent. I had discovered a far more powerful weapon—her own pleasure.
This idea hadn’t initially crossed my mind, but observing her body’s fervent response to my touch, I realized her neglected desires were a powerful tool. Her cheating husband’s negligence had left her wanting, and despite her outward façade, she couldn’t deny the undercurrent of longing I saw. From the moment she entered the room, oblivious to my identity, her attraction to me was evident. That allure persisted even now, driving her reactions to my every move. The situation was unfolding more favorably than I’d anticipated. I had braced myself for screams driven by different motives. The notion of pleasuring her orally hadn’t crossed my mind, except perhaps to taunt her, pushing her to beg me to stop out of sheer disgust. However, her obvious enjoyment of the experience unveiled a new facet of vulnerability, and I intended to exploit this in my novel methods of torment. Such techniques weren’t typically my modus operandi, but Alison was no ordinary enemy—she deserved and warranted exceptional treatment.
“Why are you subjecting me to this?” she whispered.
