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“Then you have nothing to fear.”
“Count aloud,” she commanded, and only this once would I oblige, as my very being was humming with anticipation.
Chapter 40
-Alison-
“No!” I exclaimed, wriggling in Jared’s grasp. My hand had brushed against one of the doors leading to the blue room, but his sudden grip had seized me from behind, wrenching me away. I unintentionally elbowed his face, prompting a groan and loosening his grip. I bolted toward the room, yet he wasn’t deterred. He lunged after me, seizing me in his arms, and we tumbled, crashing to the floor and into the room.
“I made it!” I triumphantly declared, struggling to break free as I found myself atop him.
“I caught you!” he countered, laughter in his voice.
As the one being pursued, fear and adrenaline mingling within me, but the bastard was finding our game amusing, chuckling as if it were all in good fun. I pressed my palms to his face, intent on pushing him away. If I could just reach the cage, maybe I could lock myself inside. I slipped from his hold, his grip faltering on my bare skin. I maneuvered over him, about to stand, but he snagged my ankle. I turned quickly, landing a kick before wriggling away once more. I reached the blue leather bench ahead, considering it a prop for leverage. But Jared was quick on my heels, pinning me against it and holding me bent over, his form pressed against mine.
“I made it!” I protested.
“I caught you,” he repeated, his breath coming in pants as he held me down. He positioned himself behind me, parting my legs.
Before I knew it, he was between my thighs, thrusting in, and a shared moan escaped our lips. The twisted allure of our hunt seemed to possess us with a kind of morbid intoxication. Perhaps it was the surge of adrenaline that fueled our arousal. I should have anticipated he wouldn’t honor his word. He kept me bent over the blue leather, his panting and groaning echoing around us as he established a rapid rhythm. His cravings had escalated as he pursued me, the mingling sense of edgy exhilaration making things no less challenging for me. Sensations of pleasure surged, but this time I was more conscious, granting me a little power to resist. Yet Jared disagreed with such restraint. He withdrew, only to shift me around, raising me onto the bench. He hoisted my legs over his shoulders, using his strength to hold me above the floor while I rested against the bench, my back supported.
He delved in, his tongue expertly seeking out my clit, applying calculated pressure. I required no more encouragement. My body yearned for that sweet ecstasy. I cried out, a rhythmic rocking of my hips meeting his ministrations as he brought me to climax once again. The unwelcome hypersensitivity of my body merely weakened my will. Resistance proved futile against the allure of the euphoric pleasure that cascaded through me, sweeping me along.
Yet, he didn’t grant me long to savor it. He retreated, leaving me breathless and legs falling to the floor. Swiftly, he lifted me, my legs encircling him, lowering me onto his hard length. I clung to him, not wanting to risk falling. He urged me to move, guiding the swaying of my hips as I rode his cock, his face buried in my neck, nipping and teasing the skin, coaxing me into a frenzied pace. My initial protests seemed distant and irrelevant as I surrendered anew to the sensations he awakened, unable to focus on anything beyond the pursuit of that intoxicating release.
Jared climaxed before I did, the fiery intensity subsiding slightly.
“Shit, I was close,” I murmured.
Jared pulled back, grinning with a sated demeanor.
“Need your Master to make you come again?”
As he posed the question, it felt like a sudden dousing of cold water. I pushed him back in an attempt to extricate myself, but he held on firmly to me.
“I made it to the room!”
“But I caught you,” he retorted.
“I should have known you wouldn’t honor your word.”
“I did honor it, but I caught you. The instant I had you, the condition was for you to surrender to me.”
“That wasn’t the agreement!” I snapped.
"But it was. When I said 'make it to the room', I was implying that catching you beforehand was not acceptable. However, I did catch you, Alison, and I had my way with you. I win."
His proclamation rubbed me the wrong way. His words ignited a surge of dark anger within me. Jared wasn’t meant to triumph between us. He wasn’t meant to assume control. I was the one who was typically dominant. However, even when I rode him, he directed my actions. He dictated the tempo and the sway. His dominance was evident. He didn’t need to spell it out so overtly.
“Just this once.”
“And when haven’t I won since I stepped into your office?” he taunted.
I groaned, attempting to squirm out of his grasp, but he held tight.
“Can I go clean up?”
“Admit that you enjoy it,” he instructed.
