Page 80 of Payback
“I had a boyfriend!”
“Why should that have stopped you?”
I raised an eyebrow. “Can you not see how hard I fight for my marriage? Let me ask you, during all that time you stalked me, did you ever catch me cheating with someone?”
He looked down, lost in thought, then met my gaze again.
“All right, I might be inclined to believe you didn’t sleep with any teacher,” he conceded.
“Finally!”
“But that doesn’t alter what you are.”
“Of course not,” I retorted. “In your eyes, I’m still a monster.”
“In the eyes of everyone. No one liked you then, Alison, and no one likes you now.”
“I’ve changed, and people have recognized that. I do have friends,” I remarked.
“Sure, friends.”
“And what about you? I don’t see any pictures adorning this house, and you don’t venture out to spend time with those you care about,” I pointed out.
“I’m on vacation too.”
“Sure, a vacation,” I countered. “You’re still the same loser, and you always will be.”
Chapter 41
-Jared-
She was getting cocky again, and if she wanted to be the sassy one, then she was going to feel it. I managed to break free from her grip, placing her on the bench. I went to fetch some restraints so I could secure her to it. She seemed ready to make a break for it toward the cage, but I was quicker. I caught Alison before she could get too far and instructed her to lie on her stomach. She muttered a curse under her breath as she complied, and I cuffed her to the sides of the bench. Then, I went to retrieve one of those canes she had used to strike me. I glanced at my arm, noticing the bruise that had formed. She had undoubtedly put all her effort into it, leaving a sore mark. Now it was time for her to feel it too.
“I thought I had already taught you what happens when you challenge me, Alison,” I stated darkly, moving out of her line of sight and positioning myself behind her. She tried to glance over her shoulder, but her view was obstructed. I delivered a firm blow to the soles of her feet, and she winced, curling up slightly.
“Want to take your words back?” I asked, running the tip of the cane over her skin, watching her flinch. I administered a couple of smacks to her calves next, and she hissed, cursing again.
“Well?” I pressed, trailing the cane’s tip over her ass. She looked sideways, glaring at me. “No?”
“I stand by every word,” she retorted, smiling. I struck her ass, and she groaned, burying her face in the bench. Another strike followed, leaving a red mark on her skin. However, this wasn’t about causing severe injury. That would only make her recoil from my touch and fear it. I ensured I held back my strength, causing her skin to burn without inflicting intense pain. Yet, there was a noticeable discomfort from each strike, and her skin became more sensitive with every blow. She began to squirm more, and just as I was about to deliver a sixth blow to the same spot, she called out, obviously realizing her defiance wasn’t worth the reddened skin.
“Yes?” I taunted.
“I... I think you hit like a girl,” she turned to me and remarked.
Her words caught me off guard. It appeared that whatever I had subjected her to tonight had only fueled her desire to push back even harder. I felt a mixture of admiration and annoyance, and I proceeded to deliver more blows to her ass and thighs, hearing her gasp and wince in response. Yet, she had asked for this. She knew how to make it stop, and yet she chose to taunt me. However, her bravado didn’t last much longer, and she began to request me to cease.
“Ready to say you’re sorry?” I asked.
“Fine,” she croaked.
“You’re not uttering the words,” I reminded her.
I guided the tip of the cane between her ass cheeks, causing her to shift forward unexpectedly. I moved it lower until it was caught at her moist entrance.
“W-Wait,” she panted before I pushed it a bit deeper, and she clamped her legs shut.
“You’re still not apologizing,” I reminded her. “And open your legs.”
