Page 11 of Corruption
In a swift movement, he spun me around. His hand pushed my long hair aside before they began sliding down my back. My eyes fluttered closed, my body reveling in the sensation of his fingers gliding over my skin, pressing in a few places to check for injuries. He asked me if I felt any pain. My answer was always a no because I was not feeling pain. Rather, I felt the warmth of his touch even more intensely.Just the adrenaline, I reasoned with myself, but I struggled to suppress a pleased sigh from escaping me. His hands moved even lower, and my eyes shot open when he reached my butt.
“Why are you checking my ass for injuries?” I asked, glancing over my shoulder as both his hands grasped the soft flesh and began kneading it.
“You seem fine,” he pointed out, a sinister smile playing on his lips.
“Yes, and therefore my ass is being searched too?”
He chuckled, then smacked one cheek, causing me to take a step forward as it stung quite a bit.
“Now that I know you’re fine, I don’t have to go easy on you,” he remarked.
“Easy? I’m surprised you even know the term,” I mumbled, rubbing the cheek he had spanked. “That hurt.”
“Good, because I am pissed,” he admitted.
“At me? I was the one almost dying tonight.”
“Just pissed.”
“But why—"
He didn’t offer any further explanation. Instead, he reached out, grabbing my collar and pulling me back to him with a forceful yank. I let out a little whimper as my front collided with his. His breathing had changed, yet I wasn’t sure if it was his anger that made him breathe deeper or if he genuinely desired sex right now.
“What did I tell you about those questions?” he growled low.
I sighed, looking down.
“Don’t ask any...”
“Exactly. And how many times have you asked a question? We’ve been here less than 15 minutes, and they just keep pouring out of you!” he reminded me.
“I am trapped in a strange place after having a gun pressed to my head. I’m sorry if I have questions!” I shouted. “How can I not?”
“Because your only focus while we stay here is for you to please me. It’s for you to ensure I’m satisfied. That’s what a good slut does for their master.”
“I don’t even know where we are or why those people tried to have us killed, except something about a guy called Pete!”
“Forget that name. You focus on one thing,” he told me, holding up a finger to emphasize his point.
I sighed, feeling increasingly frustrated by his unwillingness to share even a shred of information. My head was spinning with so many unanswered questions. I understood the concept of ignorance being bliss, but this was pushing me dangerously close to madness.
“Let me guess, sucking your cock?” I taunted.
A smile replaced his slight snarl, and he reached out with his other hand. His thumb swiped over my lips, and I thought he might try to force them apart, but instead, he pushed me toward a closed door.
“You have 10 minutes before I join you in the shower. If you don’t get out before that, I fuck you against the shower door,” he informed me.
“Does death and blood make you hard?” I mocked.
His smile grew. “Yes,” he replied calmly.
I should have known that would be his reply. I turned away, walking over to the door leading into his bathroom. It was grand, much like his bedroom, with dark blue tiles that gleamed in the soft lighting, and a pleasant scent wafting through the space. Despite its eerie appearance, this place was well taken care of. I closed the door behind me, taking a quick look around, attempting to find some answers amidst the luxury. However, a voice reminded me that I needed to be fast if I didn’t want to get caught by Jared.
I went over to the shower, turned on the warm water, and stepped underneath it. Shampoo was already conveniently placed, and I lathered up, running my fingers through my tangled hair. When was the last time I had had a chance to brush it? Jared had kept me busy—chasing me, fucking me, and nearly getting me killed. I groaned, working my fingers through the knots as best as I could. However, when I glanced down, I noticed how red the water had become. It felt as if I could hear the gunshot again, and my body tensed. I looked around, reminding myself that I was not dead. The men who intended to kill me were gone now. But what was Jared going to do with their bodies? Surely, someone in the neighborhood must have heard. Would the police arrive and discover the gruesome scene? Or did Jared have the police under his control as well? My heart pounded, and I couldn’t help but wonder: Who was Jared? Who was this enigmatic man I was trapped with? I had found it odd when he had visited my office, seemingly knowing so much about me and claiming to be wealthy. Was it all tainted blood money? My head swarmed with questions, but Jared had forbidden me from even asking.
I grabbed my hair hard, attempting to calm my racing thoughts. However, as I stood there, contemplating it all, I began thinking back to earlier in the evening and what Jared had told me. The fear and adrenaline had made me forget, but as I regained control over myself, I recalled his words. Guilt washed over me, a sharp sting that spread into a painful throbbing in my chest. Tears welled in my eyes, but I wasn’t sure if it was guilt or the overwhelming emotions that brought them forth. I didn’t have time to figure it out, because then the door creaked open. I turned my head, seeing Jared enter. He leaned against the sink, his eyes trailing down my wet body. Despite standing in the shower like an offering, he didn’t move. He continued to watch me with an unsettling calmness in his gaze. I swallowed hard, his predatory look making me feel as if he was already touching me, thrusting into me with punishing force. My body betrayed me, responding to the image with a surge of warmth. I was getting too accustomed to what Jared was doing to me, but I couldn’t deny that I deserved every bit of it.
“A-Are you waiting for something?” I whispered.
