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“No, Alison, I’m having too much fun,” he whispered darkly, inching closer.
Chapter 37
-Jared-
A lot had occupied my thoughts ever since I delved deeper into Alison’s history. Questions began to surface. Who were her parents truly? Did I possess a genuine understanding of the kind of people they were? Did I grasp their true malevolence? Did Alison’s father also come to visit her in the darkness of the night? Was he an alcoholic like his wife? Did I truly grasp the reality lurking behind the façade? I had unraveled what lay beneath Alison’s skin, but what about her family’s secrets? I was aware her husband was an adulterous and a fucking bastard, whose social standing was solely propped up by his family’s influence. But what about the rest of her family? The desire to delve further gripped me, uncovering secrets I didn’t even realize I yearned to uncover. The arsenal I currently possessed was sufficient to shatter her life, but how did I shatter her soul?
These musings prompted me to step back, merely observing her. Yet, Alison couldn’t bear the weight of such intense scrutiny. It transformed her into a nervous wreck, and I detected new ways to toy with her. She was so tense that she begged for me to use her body, to torment her ceaselessly, because those were parts of me that she could understand and predict. However, I couldn’t permit that. She shouldn’t predict what was coming. My plans were numerous, with one already forming in my mind as I drew nearer to her. The sun was gradually sinking, casting its radiance through the massive windows. Soon, darkness would shroud us, obscuring everything from view, and that’s when I would strike. Alison’s intuition was correct. I was awaiting the opportune moment. I intended to invoke such terror in her that she would beg me to offer her solace. After the humiliation of being paraded nude before my neighbors, she had craved me. Even now, she yearned for me to claim her, striving to restore balance amidst the turmoil I had created. Yet, she remained oblivious to the true turmoil awaiting her.
Alison trembled so violently that even the strands of hair framing her face trembled in sync as I inched closer. Our breaths mingled, our proximity almost intimate, yet I refrained from kissing her. My lips only grazed hers, a shaky exhalation left her. She anticipated my onslaught, bracing herself for impact. She expected me to seize her, to turn her, and ravish her relentlessly. Perhaps I should introduce new toys to our games. If she derived pleasure from the handle of a spatula, should I introduce something else? Something bigger? Or sharp, perhaps? The satisfaction of carving into her flesh had been undeniable, but my aim wasn’t to mar her body. I desired her to return to her world appearing untouched by the hands of a demon. She would wear her smile, resuming her roleplaying, yet within her psyche, the truth would linger. It would keep her constantly on edge, uncertain if I might return for her once more. Maybe I would drive her to the brink of madness, forcing her to don a straightjacket. The mental image, twisted and arousing, surfaced involuntarily. She would shriek like a lunatic, proclaiming that I was out there, closing in on her. Perhaps I would pay her a little visit, sneaking into her room to fuck her on her bed while she lay helplessly bound. Shit, the idea was making me hard. I extended my fingers, hooking them into her collar, drawing her toward me. I captured her lips in an intense kiss, eliciting a whimper as I consumed her. She quivered against me, relinquishing a little of her fear as I finally took action. However, I didn’t prolong the contact.
“Maybe I do have a game in mind. You relish being constrained, don’t you?”
“No!” she exclaimed. “I despise it!”
“Good. Just confirming.”
“A-Are you planning to tie me to the bed now?”
An image of Alison completely restrained, not just her hands, but also her ankles, vulnerable and at my mercy, was an alluring thought, yet that would have to wait. I had something else in mind for tonight.
“Not tonight. I’m tired,” I informed her, though the low tone of my voice betrayed no fatigue at all.
“You’re not... going to do something tonight either?” she asked.
“No, I’m going to sleep, which means...”
“I’m going back in the cage,” she finished my sentence.
“Good doggy,” I taunted, observing her glare.
“Shall we?”
Bewilderment clouded her features as she cast an assessing gaze up and down my form, clearly apprehensive. She didn’t appear to trust that I merely intended to retire for the night and not conclude the evening with exploring new and intriguing ways to torture her with pleasure.
“Unless you’re up for another goodnight kiss.”
“You know I detest your kisses,” she sneered.
“I’m aware. The faint hint of nausea in my mouth is a small price to pay for a kiss, especially considering how much you loathe it,” I remarked.
“Why can’t you just reveal your plans for me?” she asked.
“Because where’s the fun in that? Now, would you like me to drag you there? I’m ready for bed.”
“Can’t you just get it over with?”
“Alison, I’m tired.”
“No, you’re never tired,” she observed. “You possess the stamina of a lunatic.”
I chuckled. “I’m glad you’re impressed by my stamina.”
“So, let’s proceed.”
She started to unbutton her minuscule shirt, and I regarded her with astonishment. This time, she was disrobing without any command. It caught me off guard momentarily, but I reached out, grabbing her wrists before she could fully unveil herself.
“You just need to admit you desire my touch,” I reminded her.
