Page 46 of Payback
I groaned, reluctant to obey. I had no desire to relive what had transpired downstairs. I refused to succumb to another orgasm at Jared’s hands. I was determined to block out any semblance of pleasure he might elicit from me. Placing my hand on the bed, I leaned over its edge. I waited in that position, avoiding the urge to look at what he was preparing. Knowing wouldn’t save me from this nightmarish situation I found myself in. Ignorance was bliss at this moment, and I closed my eyes, listening to his movements. However, I soon sensed his approach. He exuded an overpowering aura that I was becoming disturbingly attuned to. He positioned himself behind me, and the sound of something being opened reached my ears. A squirting sound filled the room, perplexing me. Then something landed on the bed beside my head. I turned my head to see a bottle of lube. Fear gripped me. The thought that he might have deceived me and was now intending to fuck my ass invaded my mind. I closed my eyes again, wishing for this ordeal to be swiftly over.
However, it wasn’t the head of his cock that I felt against my asshole. I gasped as a sensation of coldness swept over me. Something hard and tapered was seeking entry, and I had a faint inkling of its purpose. He had mentioned training, and I had an idea regarding a method to prepare an asshole for penetration. I fought against the intrusion of the plug, a fierce resistance against its entry. Jared then delivered a light spank to my ass, causing me to shift forward slightly, which momentarily distracted me from clenching down. Seizing the opportunity, he gently pressed deeper, and I felt the inevitable expansion. Slowly, the muscle yielded to the plug. I had anticipated its size to be substantial, yet my asshole hadn’t stretched considerably before the plug nestled inside, remaining there. I was taken aback by its relatively modest dimensions. It couldn’t be much larger than his finger, but I was thankful it wasn’t one of those oversized ones that were sometimes humorously showcased online. Those were considerably thicker than his cock. But why should he display leniency? I realized he would only do so because I detested his gentler side more than his roughness. His rough personality was easy to despise. It was the tenderness that left me befuddled, generating a sense of frustration that spiraled into an internal turmoil. I struggled to reconcile how I could hate what I secretly enjoyed.
“You handled that exceptionally well,” he complimented, giving my ass another light spank that provoked me to clench around the plug. I whimpered, adjusting to the new sensation. “Now, you’re going to be a good little slut and come with that inside you.”
“I’m what?” I exclaimed, turning to look over my shoulder.
I didn’t want to climax with that inside me, to grow accustomed to the sensation of orgasming with something in my asshole. I pressed my hands against the bed, but Jared was quicker, urging me back down onto the mattress. He maintained his hold as his fingers playfully traced over the plug, eliciting soft whimpers from me against the bedspread. His touch descended to my clit, and I squeezed my eyes shut. I buried my face even deeper into the bed as he skillfully targeted the most sensitive area, employing the motion that stirred pleasure within me. I struggled against the sensation, shaking my head from side to side. I had made a vow to myself. I couldn’t break it just minutes after pledging it.
“My slut isn’t resisting her Master’s touch, is she?” he asked teasingly, relaxing his grip slightly, which prompted me to lift my head and shake it.
“N-No... Just... not in the mood. Something is in my ass,” I pointed out, my voice trembling, as though on the verge of tears. I wasn’t on the brink of tears. I was merely overwhelmed by the dread of succumbing to another orgasm, which caused my voice to shake.
“And you’re going to learn to relish it,” he commanded. “It’s what your Master desires, and obedient sluts strive to please their masters, don’t they?”
I despised having to participate in this twisted game with him. But I nodded, recognizing that he sought affirmation.
“So, you won’t resist it, will you?”
“No...” I whispered, fully aware that resistance was exactly what I intended.
“Good,” he responded, his voice a low, husky murmur. He resumed his teasing motions, and I exerted every ounce of my strength to withstand the building pleasure. I had to uphold my promise and deny Jared the ability to control me in this manner. Yet, he grew frustrated with my resistance to his touch. He delivered a firm spank to my ass, prompting my muscles to involuntarily clench around the plug. “That’s not how we play here.”
“I’m not sure what you mean, Master,” I replied in a feigned innocent tone.
“You genuinely believe you can pretend you’re not resisting what I’m doing to you?” he questioned.
I glanced around, refusing to confess to anything.
“Very well, it seems I’ll have to force it from you then.”
“What?” I whispered, a tinge of fear in my voice.
Jared’s hand withdrew, and his presence behind me vanished. I cast a sidelong glance, observing him approach an array of large dildos on display. Yet, he didn’t select any of them. Instead, he opened a drawer, my fear preventing me looking at what he grabbed. I only listened, aware of his return. Then I felt something placed against my clit. It was small, but the audible hum soon filled the room, undeniable evidence that he had activated a small vibrator. The intensity was high, propelling pleasure to build at an astonishing pace. I was powerless against the sweet vibrations that propelled the orgasm to soaring heights. All I could do was cling to the bedding and hope for an escape. I gripped the sheets with all my might, convinced I could muster the strength to defy it. Yet, Jared wrested the orgasm from my body. It struck me with undeniable force, causing me to pant and scream into the bed as my body erupted in blissful euphoria. Breathing became a challenge, as if air was a second priority. He continued to push me to the brink until tears began pooling in my eyes.
“Oh, please stop! Stop!” I cried out, unable to endure any more as the pleasure began to transform into pain.
I resented the fact that I had to plead with him, but he relented. I understood it wasn’t solely about making me climax with that vibrator. It was about inducing pain as well, a reminder of why I shouldn’t dare to resist him. If he commanded me to come, I would comply. My body was a treacherous accomplice in this game. I wasn’t designed to challenge a vibrator. It was intended for teasing and pleasure, yet evidently, it also served as punishment for disobedient sluts.Oh, great, now I was even referring to myself as one,I mocked myself.
A firm grip seized my hair, and my head was forced to turn. I witnessed the malevolent satisfaction etched on Jared’s face. The dim lighting cast an eerie shadow, covering part of his face in darkness.
“Will you oppose your Master when he is being so sweet and allowing you to come?” he asked with a dark edge.
I averted my gaze, shaking my head slightly.
“Good. Then I expect that from this point forward, you will thank me for each orgasm I give you.”
My eyes darted back to his, disbelief apparent on my face.
“What?” I protested.
“You’re going to show gratitude for every time I make your climax,” he insisted.
“You must be joking. I don’t even want you to make me come, and now I have to thank you?”
“Yes, so go on,” he urged, his tone unwavering.
“I...” He raised an eyebrow, detecting my need to challenge him. Slowly, I lowered my gaze once more. An undercurrent of rage surged within me, despising what he was making me do. It was deeply degrading, this necessity to offer gratitude. However, I recognized its efficacy. While I had belittled him and tormented him, he was orchestrating a different dynamic. It was true that he didn’t have to exert much effort to trigger my anger. It was readily accessible. But forcing me to derive pleasure from his actions would confuse me, possibly compelling me to seek more. Such a reaction would be infinitely more degrading than mere resentment toward his touch.
