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“It hasn’t prevented you from doing so thus far,” I countered.
“Maybe I’ve gambled enough for one day.”
“I’m in agreement with you. You certainly took a considerable gamble today. It’s wise to take a step back,” I commended, noticing her already perplexed expression becoming even more befuddled. “Now, tidy up here, and let’s return you to your cage.”
She rolled her eyes.
“Home sweet home,” she muttered sarcastically.
I smiled and took a seat again. As she cleaned up the area, I observed her movements, and once she was done, she walked over to me, standing there in wait. I stood up, and we made our way back to the blue room. Upon entering, she proceeded toward the cage. However, before she could step inside, I instructed her to remove the shirt. She complied, still avoiding further testing of my patience tonight. I locked her inside the cage and took the shirt with me.
“You could just leave me locked in this room!” she shouted after me.
“I made it clear, if you’re on the bed, we fuck,” I responded, emphasizing my point by pointing to the bed.
With a smile on my face, I exited the room and returned to my own room to prepare for bed. First, I intended to dispose of the shirt. In my room, I located a lighter and gathered the fabric, binding it together. As I approached the unlit fireplace, a strange hesitation came over me. Despite my aversion to the fact that her scent clung to the shirt, the urgency to burn it had lessened since it was no longer in contact with her skin. This unexpected sentiment perplexed me, and I shook my head, scolding myself for such irrational thoughts. There was no logical reason to keep it. The shirt had been in proximity to Alison, rendering it unsuitable for my use. However, it was as if my hand had a mind of its own, lifting the fabric to my nose. I inhaled, catching a faint whiff of her aroma. A dark surge of delight stirred within me, yet I swiftly withdrew the shirt, set it ablaze, and cast it into the fireplace. I watched it until the shirt was reduced to ash.
I had anticipated that this little game between us would be more straightforward, but it seemed I was becoming entangled in a much more complicated situation than initially expected. Perhaps Alison intended to retaliate as well. She had resisted me earlier today, and while my punishment had seemingly broken her, it appeared she was merely biding her time. The shift from her powerful defiance to her complete submission had killed my erection, but I found solace in knowing she hadn’t surrendered completely. She was only navigating around me with care, avoiding triggering my anger. This indicated she was strategizing, plotting. I eagerly anticipated discovering what she might concoct next.
Chapter 31
-Alison-
The following morning was much the same, though Jared appeared to be in a better mood. He seemed refreshed, a smile playing on his lips as he opened the cage. He took a step back, waiting for me to emerge, yet the cage had begun to feel like a haven of sorts. Though I was still confined, its modest walls provided a façade of security. I was fully aware that if Jared desired, he could squeeze himself inside and take me there. It would be tight, but it was possible. So cautiously, I eased out of the cage. However, as I tried to stand, he did something oddly familiar—he extended his hand, using the same command I had once employed on him.
“As I said, copycat,” I jeered, though his eyes revealed amusement rather than anger.
“Just wanted you to experience how it feels. Not pleasant,” he commented.
“So now that I’ve experienced it, should I finish what I began last night?” I asked, alluding to the fact that I hadn’t completed the task the previous night.
“Eager,” he taunted.
I shot him a glare, opting not to retort. With a snap of his fingers, he wordlessly instructed me to stand. Then he gestured for me to follow him. I disliked how he didn’t even bother telling me—his silent commands resembled dog training, a sensation far from pleasant. Nonetheless, I trailed him into the bathroom, where I watched as he removed his t-shirt. The sight of those prominent scars on his back reemerged, and I was tempted to ask about their origins, yet that would imply a certain degree of interest in Jared. He turned, his smile widening as he discarded his sweatpants. He stepped into the running shower and motioned for me to join him. I sighed, reluctantly complying. He shifted slightly as we both entered the stream of water. He reached out, gently touching the reddened skin, some areas more inflamed than others. A hiss escaped me.
“We should tend to this afterward,” he mentioned.
“Or you could have refrained from leaving me in the sun for so long.”
“Then my little slut wouldn’t have learned a lesson,” he taunted.
He reached for some body wash, squirting it into his hands before passing it to me. As I attempted to spread it over my body, he shook his head. Baffled, I looked at him, but he reached around me, grasping my ass and pulling me closer. I let out a startled gasp, placing my hands on his chest to steady myself. He smiled and started rubbing his hands over my ass, spreading the body wash before moving upward. I understood his intention, so I began running my hands up his chest, neck, and down his arms. It felt incredibly intimate, and an angry sensation stirred within me. Why couldn’t he have treated me as he did yesterday? Ruthless and cruel. Strangely, that version of Jared seemed preferable, even though it frightened me. It was interesting how much he could instill fear in me. His power display had caught me off guard. It wasn’t the Jared I remembered—the kid who never seemed to get angry, regardless of the situation. But the adult man could get angry, and his anger had the potential to shake me to my core. That’s why I knew I had to be cautious yesterday. I didn’t want to trigger another outburst. Now, it seemed his temper had subsided, allowing him to focus on playing with me once again.
Jared gripped my hips, turned me around, and then ran his hands up my body to knead my breasts. A moan threatened to escape my lips, catching me by surprise. He was warming me up, wanting me to give in to his touch, but I resisted. I’d never beg for his touch. I might plead with him not to humiliate me as he did yesterday, but I wouldn’t beg for his hands on my body. That was a line I refused to cross. Jared suddenly widened my stance slightly, then pushed me forward. I had no choice but to reach out and place my hands against the wall. His hunger was evident once more, seemingly even stronger than yesterday as his grip tightened on me, causing a hint of pain. Given that he hadn’t finished the previous day, I probably shouldn’t have been surprised. His other hand grabbed my collar, applying pressure before I felt the broad head of his cock. He slid inside, taking up so much space once more, prompting a groan from me. After the teasing he’d subjected me to, it wasn’t exactly uncomfortable, yet I unmistakably felt his intrusion as he claimed his territory within me. It was a mixture of thrill and anger, which only fueled my frustration. I tried to resist his pleasure again, but the room quickly grew steamy, making it hard to breathe as steam filled the air. The warm water cascading over us only fueled the fire. His deep moans resonated through the room, while I fought to suppress my own sounds and resist the dark temptation. Following yesterday’s battle, I understood that nothing could compare to the relief brought by an orgasm—not just any orgasm, but one delivered through Jared thrusting into me, forcefully asserting his dominance over me and my body. His rhythm quickened slightly, then slowed down as he noticed my determined effort to remain quiet.
“You’re fighting it again,” he breathed, deliberately thrusting slowly, attempting to recreate what he had achieved yesterday morning.
“No…” I whispered.
“You’re resisting it so intensely,” he teased, a hint of laughter in his voice. “But we both understand how much you yearn to surrender. My slut craves my touch. She just needs to admit it to herself.”
“Just because you know how to make me climax doesn’t mean I desire you to. It’s a simple…”
“Bodily response,” he finished on my behalf as I clenched my teeth together.
“Yes,” I managed to say.
“Was it the same way when you reacted to me yesterday? How you cried out, or when I touched you and you gasped as I found the right spot,” he taunted. “Don’t you grow wet from what I do?”
