Page 58 of Payback
I sat with my hands folded in front of me, observing Alison as she cooked. This time, I had permitted her to wear more clothing, although I wasn’t entirely certain if that was a form of mercy. Her skin bore a notable redness, and I suspected the fabric was less than gentle against her skin. I watched her as she prepared dinner for the two of us. It was obvious she must be famished, considering I had refrained from feeding her throughout the day. My eating habits were more on-the-go, and I recognized the need to improve that aspect. My intention was to torment Alison, not to end her life. Therefore, it was essential for both of us to eat. I hadn’t anticipated this task to be as challenging as it was, but my anger had consumed me today. I had been unable to see past the fear and recollections of my own traumatic experiences. It felt like an incessantly rolling ball, refusing to halt whenever I was engulfed in those dreadful memories. And it was all Alison’s fault. She was the cause of my panic attacks, responsible for the existence of those haunting memories. Her actions had left me with everlasting scars. Not that I hadn’t grown accustomed to it, but that familiarity didn’t diminish the humiliation of being caught in such a state. If Alison deemed my actions cruel today, she had yet to grasp the magnitude of what she had subjected me to.
I tapped a finger against the marble surface in front of me, observing the cascade of her long hair down her back, along with the black shirt I had provided for her. It was my own shirt, as I had torn her previous attire to shreds. Strangely, witnessing her in it stirred a dark emotion within me. I couldn’t decisively determine whether I found the sight appealing or repugnant. The shirt carried a significant statement—that she belonged to me, to be toyed with—but it was also an article of my own clothing that would now bear her scent. Her nauseating vanilla scent, which fueled my anger. I understood that a swift wash would alleviate the issue, and yet I was resolute in my intention to burn the garment later. Anything touched by Alison was tainted by her repulsiveness.
Alison poured the food onto a plate, then turned to me and slid it over. She looked at me expectantly as I took a bite, but I had no intention of making her redo the meal repeatedly. She had learned her lesson, and so I would relent.
“Get a plate,” I instructed her.
She seemed puzzled by my request.
“You haven’t eaten all day. Just this once, you can join me in eating,” I informed her.
She nodded without a hint of argument, standing before me with her plate. We both ate in silence. This was unfamiliar territory for me. I rarely dined with anyone. My interactions were typically devoid of shared meals. If I ever went on a date, it was never for a sit-down dinner. It was a direct path to a location where we could engage in physical activities. Referring to it as a “date” might be an overstatement. It was more like a fleeting encounter followed by a swift exit. Although I did have a few regular partners with whom I spent more time, it wasn’t akin to a relationship. I hadn’t invested time in establishing any connections. My focus was on a much grander ambition. Seeking revenge held far greater importance than attempting to forge any kind of bond.
“Tomorrow, I expect no repetition of today’s events,” I declared in a dark tone.
Her only response was a brief meeting of our gazes, followed by a swift nod. I found it surprising that she hadn’t yet adopted her characteristic sassy demeanor. Nevertheless, Alison remained silent.
“Done fighting? Do you understand the consequences now?” I asked.
She nodded again while continuing to chew her food. Perhaps she was merely waiting until she had finished eating. My assumption was that her hunger was currently outweighing her desire to resist.
“Good. Then there should be no cause for further punishment,” I stated, setting aside my meal as I completed eating. “We should have the plug and vibrator removed.”
She sighed, placing her plate down without complaint. She tidied everything up before I approached her. She turned around, presenting herself to me. Fuck, this was just too effortless. Had I already broken Alison? I couldn’t fathom that it was the case. It would be uninteresting if that were true. Nevertheless, I cleaned my hands before trailing them down her body, finding the vibrator first and slipping it out of her. Her body shifted slightly, but apart from that, she made no sounds. It was rather perplexing and not as enjoyable when she didn’t respond with any resistance. I placed the vibrator on a towel before moving to remove the plug. She reacted a bit more to this, a sigh escaping her lips as the plug left her. It joined the vibrator on the table before I pulled her closer to me.
Observing her standing there, fully prepared to be taken, ignited my desire for her once again. This was the perfect way to conclude the day, by ensuring she understood that I could possess her whenever I pleased. I lowered my pants, giving my cock a few strokes to achieve full hardness, then thrust into her, eliciting a small whimper from her. I grabbed her hair, tilting her head back, and began to fuck her, relishing in the sensation of her pussy enveloping me repeatedly. Yet, Alison remained completely rigid and silent. She didn’t respond in any manner, and I was taken aback by how much it impacted my mood. She simply endured it, which was not at all what I desired. It felt akin to fucking a lifeless doll. I could sense how it dampened my enthusiasm, rendering an orgasm an unattainable goal. Hoping that changing our position might alleviate the situation, I withdrew from her and had her kneel before me. I drew her closer, and she opened her mouth, waiting for me to guide her to me. I did so, but the outcome was identical. I had to exert control over her, or she wouldn’t engage in the slightest. Somehow, this was worse than having sex with her. I groaned in frustration, realizing that achieving climax was unattainable tonight.
I withdrew from her and adjusted myself before hoisting her to her feet. Her expression revealed shock, likely at my decision not to finish, but the encounter felt mechanical. When I referred to her complete submission, I didn’t envision this robot. I pictured a woman who engaged in the sex. While I would never find pleasure in simply having sex with her for my own satisfaction—rather than the knowledge that she despised it—I wanted her to relish it. I desired her to enjoy the touch of the last person on Earth she wanted to touch her. However, this current situation felt wrong. She was behaving like a slave, passively accepting but not participating, and it repulsed me.
“Have I already broken you, Alison?” I growled, my face close to hers. “Was that truly all it took?”
A slight twitch in her eyes indicated my questions were stirring her from her daze, and I smirked. She needed provocation, but not from my physical advances. It was my words that held power.
“I can’t believe the great Alison couldn’t handle a bit of public humiliation. It’s astonishing how easy it was,” I snarled.
“Easy?” she whispered.
“Yes, easy! You don’t resist at all. You just nod like a compliant little slave. Honestly, I expected more from you.”
Her eyes narrowed.
“But perhaps you’ve become weak. Maybe you’re not the same person anymore. Maybe you were right. You have changed, but not for the better. Now you make it effortless for me,” I taunted. She attempted to pull away slightly, urging me to release my grip, but I held on tightly. “It’s good to know that’s all it took.”
“Fuck you!” she yelled. “If you think that will break me, you’re wrong!”
“Is that so?” I asked. “Because since I brought you inside, you’ve been remarkably compliant.”
“That’s not the reason!” she shouted.
“Oh, then what is?”
“Your fucking proof! I challenged you today. I saw what I turned you into. However, I also realized that since I already pushed you to the edge, it would be insanely foolish to provoke you further and risk triggering you to push that infuriating red button!”
It struck me now why she had displayed such compliance. I hadn’t broken her, and I felt a certain satisfaction knowing that it would require more than today’s actions to accomplish that. There would have been no gratification in easily pushing Alison over the edge. That was clear to me now. But Alison was merely fearful that pushing me any further might lead me to ruin her. I reached out, running my hand through her hair as if soothing a pet. She regarded me with confusion.
“Don’t worry, after you endure your punishment, we’ll move forward. If I were to consider pushing that button, it would be an entirely new reason that triggered it,” I explained.
“Exactly, so I can’t exactly fight you.”
