Page 65 of Payback
She started moving her hips, riding my fingers. While I had already coaxed her into leaning into my touch, it was intriguing to see her yielding so readily. Her nails dug slightly into my skin.
“Ah, fuck, it feels good,” she gasped.
I withdrew my fingers, and she moaned in protest.
“No, don’t,” she pleaded. Moving them higher, I found her clit, and she moaned sweetly, releasing all those sounds she had concealed. She might try to deny it, but she wanted an outlet for those noises. With her performance, she could set them free.
“You truly ache for my touch, don’t you?” I provocatively asked, and she nodded.
“Yes, Jared, for so long.”
She couldn’t resist it any longer. She had to confess, just as she had to acknowledge the consuming sensation coursing through her. Her whimpers grew louder until she trembled, climax washing over her. I guided her through the delightful waves, pushing her as far as I could before allowing her descent. Her gaze locked onto mine once more, a hint of fear flickering as she realized she had surrendered herself entirely. This was precisely what I desired—for her to lose herself in the sensations without restraint. Only then could I make her addicted to them.
-Alison-
Oh, clever bastard,I thought, as I concentrated on Jared. I knew I couldn't fight back, and the more I immersed myself in this role of being madly in love with him, the more it consumed me. I didn't even think about resisting the orgasm as it began to wash over me. I simply surrendered to the sensation, just as I surrendered to our roles. However, I snapped back to reality a bit after climaxing, realizing what had transpired. The smirk on his lips didn't help at all. It became abundantly clear to me what he wanted. He desired this. He wanted me to cry out in pleasure. I was about to tell him to go to hell when he leaned in again and kissed me. He pushed me into the bed. I contemplated biting him again but held back because the roleplaying wasn't over. I had to see this through, and gradually, I eased back into character.
Jared positioned himself and slid inside, my body welcoming him. I wrapped my legs around him, and he began moving as we locked eyes. It felt incredibly intimate, like the world around us had vanished, leaving us in our own private universe. He quickened the pace, warmth building within me again.
"Oh, God, yes, Jared!" I cried out.
"Fuck, Alison," he groaned, both of us getting lost in the sensations.
He buried his face in my neck, kissing and playfully biting it as he thrust into me, his movements growing more urgent. I could feel another orgasm approaching, and I had no defenses against it. This was the character I had to be right now—the woman utterly infatuated with Jared, longing only for release.
"Oh, more, I need more," I gasped, not even sure how much of it was acting at this point.
Jared created some space between us and kissed me again.
"Touch yourself," he whispered darkly.
I reached between us and found my clit as he continued to move. I began to stimulate myself as he picked up the pace, his need to climax mirroring my own. Pleasure surged to new heights and then exploded inside me, making me cry out. But the words that escaped me were unexpected.
"God, I love you!" I cried out in the throes of ecstasy, with Jared groaning deeply as he reached his peak too. We both lay there, still entwined, trembling in each other's arms, feeling the euphoria wash over us.
Yet as we panted together, my own words echoed in my head. They sent a chilling shiver down my spine, taunting me.Just a game,I told myself. It was all about the roleplay. But as I replayed those words in my mind, they sounded so convincing. I was just a skilled actor, right? I hadn't lost myself in the moment. That could never happen!
"Well, I can't say your acting skills have gotten worse," Jared remarked, pulling away as I let my arms fall.
I gazed up at him, noticing the smug smile on his lips.
"For a moment there, I almost believed you meant those words," he chuckled cruelly.
"We both know there will never be a time when they're true."
"Never say never, Alison."
"I can't even look at you without feeling disgust."
"You can try to deny it now, but you just climaxed twice and begged me for more," he reminded me.
"It's called acting."
"It's called being in denial, but it's cute that you try."
I was on the verge of calling him an asshole, but he could see it on my face and leaned in closer.
"Yes?" he prodded, ready to punish me for my disobedience.
