Page 76 of Payback
“You’ve been doing that for years, and I never found it entertaining either. I’m merely giving you a taste of your own medicine. That’s the reason for all of this.”
“Bastard,” she breathed.
A smile tugged at my lips as I directed my gaze to the spot where she had bitten me. I was indeed bleeding, and my neck and arm stung where her attacks had landed. When Alison fought, she certainly did so with tenacity, employing nails and teeth as her weapons of choice. But this display of resistance only fueled my desire, as every attempt she made to evade me heightened the thrill. I was almost begrudgingly impressed by her vigor. Stepping toward her, I took hold of her arm and assisted her in standing.
“Back in the cage then?” she retorted.
“No, now you’ll fix the damage you’ve caused.”
“Me?”
Guiding her out of the room, I encountered minimal resistance, as her energy seemed to have waned. She allowed me to lead her along, albeit a little reluctantly.
“And how long have you been plotting this?” she asked.
“Not for long.”
“Did you block all the exits?”
“I did,” I affirmed.
“You’ve been building up to this moment,” she sighed, not so much asking as stating. I nodded in response. I guided her back to my bedroom and from there into the bathroom. Flicking on the lights, I located a first aid kit. Leaning against the counter, I indicated for her to proceed.
“You want me to patch you up?”
“You bit me,” I reminded her, raising my bleeding wrist. “Now it’s your responsibility to tend to it.”
“You hunted me, making me believe I was being pursued by a stranger!” she countered.
“But it was me all along, and you realized that before I fucked you.”
She shook her head, her glare fixed firmly on me.
“I’m surprised it took you this long,” I remarked as she extended her hand to reach for the disinfectant, still completely unclothed except for a torn sleeve hanging onto the collar of the shirt around her neck. She resembled someone who had been attacked by an animal, yet I was the one sporting scratches and bite marks.
“I was preoccupied fearing I was about to endure the worst violation imaginable,” she snarled.
My smile persisted as she leaned closer, applying the stinging liquid to her scratch. I winced, and her lips curled into a smile.
“Oh, my apologies. Did that hurt, Master?” she taunted, provoking a warning glare from me. Without hesitation, I reached around her, firmly slapping my hand onto her ass and pulling her closer to me. She squirmed against my grasp. “I can’t move!”
“You need to be close to properly tend to it,” I instructed.
She shook her head, though she didn’t resist me, and she continued to gently move the cloth over the wound on my neck. My mind was still racing, as was my body. While I wasn’t yet ready to bend her over the sink and have my way with her again, I was certainly not focused on receiving medical attention. Extending my free hand, I started to idly toy with her nipple. She glanced down, clearly displeased with my action.
“Carry on,” I urged.
“It’s a tad difficult when you’re deliberately distracting me,” she retorted.
“Oh, so my touch is something you enjoy?” I teased.
“No!”
My smile grew, finding the evening far more entertaining than I had anticipated. I continued to play with her nipple and cup her breast. “Then you can proceed. How is my touch distracting you if you dislike it so much?”
“When something doesn’t feel pleasant, it still has a distracting effect,” she remarked.
I chose not to respond and carried on with my teasing. She sighed, eventually finishing cleaning the wound on my neck and affixing a small bandage to it. My gaze shifted from her breast to the minor mark I had left on her neck where the collar hadn’t provided protection. She hadn’t wounded me with the knife, but she had certainly exerted pressure to remind me of the consequences if I attempted to take her. It had been more exhilarating than I had envisioned.
