Page 36 of Payback
“All that’s left is to handle the disposal,” I informed them. “I’ll update the boss.”
The two massive security guards entered the room, and I retrieved my phone to dial Vince’s number. He greeted me without the formality of a hello—as always.
“It’s finished,” I reported, capturing the sound of his breathing before the call abruptly ended.
I pocketed my phone and found the target’s device. Descending via the elevator to the lobby, I encountered the same woman who still occupied her position. She offered a polite smile as I approached her, holding out my target’s phone.
“I stumbled upon this lying around. I trust you’ll see to its proper handling and ensure it reaches its intended destination,” I conveyed.
“Absolutely, sir. Our guests’ possessions are always treated with the utmost care,” she responded, her demeanor gracious.
I nodded in approval and then departed, taking the elevator down to where my motorcycle was parked. As I straddled the bike, I noticed the faint specks of blood on my gloves. Swiftly removing them, I tucked them into my jacket before donning my helmet and igniting the engine. The time had come to claim my ultimate reward.
I accelerated beyond the legal speed limit, the rush of adrenaline coursing through me, urging me to reach home as swiftly as possible to reunite with Alison. As my residence came into view, my excitement intensified, brimming with the prospect of having her by my side once more. Parking my motorcycle in the garage, I dismounted eagerly. Swiftly removing my helmet, I ascended to the next floor. Entering the room where she was held, I found her slumbering beneath the small blanket. It appeared my recent exertions had left her drained. With a faint smile, I slipped past her and hastened to the shower, determined to rid myself of the taint of my grim endeavor. While I intended to savor the upcoming weeks of torment, I harbored no desire for the predatory blood to sully her. I alone would mark her.
Yet, the shower proved brief, for my arousal had reached such heights that it felt as though my cock could pound nails. I knew that a single glimpse of her would intensify the throbbing ache. Lowering my hand, I caressed myself momentarily, further stoking the fire within me. The heat in my veins surged even more. Exiting the shower with haste, I returned to her private chamber of suffering. Approaching the cage, I unlocked it. The sound of the lock roused her from slumber, her eyes widening in alarm. Much like a stray cat trapped in unfamiliar territory, she instinctively retreated to the rear of the enclosure, seeking refuge from me.
-Alison-
I couldn’t pinpoint when I had drifted into sleep. I knew I shouldn’t have allowed it. The shock that coursed through me when I heard the fumbling of the lock wasn’t a pleasant awakening. Observing Jared seated there, naked and with a very hard cock, I understood what was on the horizon. That’s why I shouldn’t have allowed myself to succumb to slumber. Alas, it wasn’t a choice I controlled, as my body was utterly spent, desperately needing a break. Since morning, I hadn’t consumed sustenance. The exhaustion had overwhelmed me, while Jared appeared ablaze with determination. His trembling form, the jitteriness in his almost unsteady hands as he tampered with the lock, indicated that something had provoked him into this state. Whatever had ignited his fervor, he was unmistakably ready to continue. I attempted to shield myself by retreating to the farthest corner of the cage, clutching the blanket around me. However, he seized the blanket from my grasp, discarding it with ease. Then his hand advanced, darting toward me. In a feeble attempt to fend him off, I aimed a kick his way, my strength having returned. His laughter reverberated as I struggled to project a façade of strength. He effortlessly overpowered my resistance, drawing me into his grasp.
"No! Let me go!" I shouted, although my protests were futile against his strength.
"Alison, I hope you haven't forgotten what I hold over you," he reminded me.
At his words, a shiver ran through me. I had momentarily forgotten the leverage he had. There was a reason I had agreed to that contract. If I failed to comply with its terms, he could easily expose my dark secrets, dismantling my life piece by piece. I sighed, my head falling back in resignation. He released my legs, allowing them to dangle outside the cage, while my body remained confined. Jared surprised me by walking away, settling onto the bed and reclining against his hands.
"Come here, my little slut," he beckoned, a wave of his hand inviting me toward him.
"It's late." I scrambled for an excuse, hoping to deter him, but his desire was evident.
"24 hours a day," he reminded me with a smirk. "Whenever and wherever I want."
He extended his hand, stroking himself as he observed me. I was taken aback by the warmth of desire that surged within me, a reminder of what had occurred earlier. But that warmth was tinged with cold shame. I hadn't had a moment to process our actions, too exhausted at the time, yet now I was wide awake. Fuck, what had I done? Multiple times? What sort of person had I become? I knew seeking an answer to that question would only lead to turmoil. Yet I couldn't ignore the undeniable truth of what had transpired between us—something Jared seemed eager to repeat.
"Alison," he groaned, his voice thick with desire and darkness. I was even more taken aback when my body responded with an intense clench as he uttered my name. His voice held an almost desperate edge, as if he danced on the edge of ecstasy but restrained himself. "Now!"
His voice dropped even lower, dripping with authority. The command was crystal clear. I sighed, acknowledging my lack of options. I exited the cage and stood up, ready to follow his lead, but he shook his head.
"What?" I questioned. "You wanted me out. I'm out."
"Down on your knees. Crawl to your Master, like a good little slut craving more of his cock."
I stared at him in disbelief as he continued those deliberate strokes along his hard length, putting on a tantalizing display that was almost impossible to avert my gaze from.
"Proceed," he demanded.
With an exasperated eye roll, I surrendered to my knees and started a deliberate crawl toward him. His eyes gleamed with undeniable pleasure at the sight of my obedient approach. As I neared, he let go of his cock. He extended his hand to seize a fistful of my hair, drawing me closer.
“Open,” his command resonated.
Without hesitation, I complied, and he pulled me onto him, thrusting himself deep within, triggering an involuntary gag reflex.
“Fuck, you can handle so little. Did your husband never teach you the art of deepthroating?” he groaned, his grip unyielding. “We’ll be working on that.”
His breath seemed uneven, desire coiling around him in a relentless embrace. He controlled my movements, manipulating my mouth as he ravished it, choosing domination over gratification. My throat emitted muted sounds of protest in response to the rough treatment, his girthy shaft invading my mouth and stretching my lips. Yielding control to Jared to such an extent was a departure from my usual behavior. I was accustomed to a reciprocal dynamic, asserting myself as well. Yet, in this moment, I had transformed into nothing more than a plaything at his disposal.
His tempo intensified, propelling my head in a rhythmic rhythm. A certain shift occurred within him after he reentered the room. His grip became almost painful in its intensity, each thrust propelling him deeper than I could comfortably accommodate. However, he teetered on the edge, the impending climax gripping him with urgency. A primal moan escaped him as he succumbed to orgasm, a release that surged rapidly through him, spilling into my throat. The rapidity of the events overwhelmed me, and a trace of his release trickled from the corners of my mouth as I tried to swallow every drop.
