Page 22 of Corruption
“So why is my slave trying to play with me?” he growled, tightening his hand around my throat while keeping me pressed to his body. His fingers pushed into the collar, slightly restricting my airway.
“I-I’m not!” I insisted, gasping for breath. “I’m... just making you breakfast.”
His grip tightened even more, causing me to emit a strangled sound, but he quickly relented, slipping his hand lower. He seized my thigh, spreading my legs so wide that they ended up trapped on either side of him, leaving me completely exposed as my dress had ridden up, revealing my pussy. His hand slid up my thigh, and my clit throbbed with anticipation, betraying me.Such a little traitor!I thought, but I made no effort to resist his advances. I had promised to be good.
“You would have stopped me by now,” he whispered, his warm breath making my eyes flutter closed as his hand moved higher. “You would have resisted my advances in any way you could. That’s why I know you’re playing me, Alison. But don’t you understand who runs the game between us?”
His fingers caressed the sensitive skin of my pussy with the lightest of touches, and I cried out, shocked at how such a feather-light stroke could send such an electric and pleasurable sensation coursing through me. It felt as though he had shocked me, and when he did it again, it took all my willpower not to attempt to close my legs. Those teasing strokes sent jolts of pleasure through my clit, and my pussy responded by growing wet, dripping onto his pants. He continued to trace the sensitive bud with his fingers, and I watched as they moved sensually over the delicate area.
“I-I understand,” I promised.
“Clearly, you don’t. And since you’re my slave to train, whenever she steps out of line, it’s my job to remind her of her place, isn’t it?” he taunted in my ear before biting my lobe and pulling back, creating a delicious sting.
His fingers moved lower, then penetrated me, and I felt myself clench around him, the plug in my ass limiting the space. He began sliding his fingers in and out, the sounds filling the kitchen heating my cheeks. His teasing had set my body on fire for his touch, and I knew he reveled in the fact that he had made me so wet. He wanted to hear how he affected me, to know that I surrendered to his touch. We both understood how humiliating this was for me, and I just wanted to grab his hand, pull it away, or beg him to stop. However, he moved his slick fingers back to my clit, circling it, making me whimper and cry out. Warmth washed over my entire body, and I yearned for that sweet release. I gripped the edge of the kitchen island, attempting to maintain my composure and be the obedient slave I was trying to be. I had to be good for the time we had left. It was the only way to try to even the score. However, it was a tumultuous internal battle because surrendering didn’t mean I wanted him to continue using my pleasure against me. Should I fight or not? I started to shift on his lap, uncertain if I was trying to create friction or escape his touch.
“Whatever you’re planning, it stops now. Fight me, and I will take you on this kitchen floor like a good slut deserves. But if you continue this game, you will deeply regret it, Alison,” he warned me.
“Fucking me is a reward?” I whispered.
He chuckled darkly in my ear and bit the skin just below my neck. “It is because you get to come.”
“But y-you know I don’t want that.”
“And yet, you aren’t fighting me now,” he pointed out. I was well aware of his tactics. He was challenging me, messing with my mind. I felt paralyzed, uncertain of which path to take, how to act, or even how to move. My body and mind were engaged in a relentless battle, and I couldn’t predict the outcome. Should I be good and allow the impending orgasm to happen? I knew I would despise every moment of it, but didn’t I deserve it? On the other hand, Jared sensed my internal struggle and would keep pushing me until I broke. But if I resisted, what about the debt I owed him? Oh God, I longed for someone to make this decision for me, to alleviate the burden of this difficult choice. Surrender or resist? I shook my head, unable to make a clear choice, and Jared increased his pace slightly. “Are you truly going to be good? Will you let your Master bring you to climax?”
Even his words fueled my desire for him, yearning for his touch, and I knew I was being utterly wicked.
“Fuck…” I moaned as the beginnings of an orgasm surged through me.
“Are you finally submitting, Alison? Is your body mine?” he taunted in my ear.
It no longer mattered what choice I made. It was too late. I pressed myself against him as I reached climax, letting out a small scream as my hips moved. My head tilted back, and a guttural sound escaped my lips as the pleasurable warmth spread throughout me. This time, I hadn’t resisted at all, but the exquisite sensation didn’t erase the fact that I had wholly surrendered to his touch. In the throes of ecstasy, I frantically grabbed his hand.
“No!” I cried out, attempting to wrest his hand away, but he withdrew it voluntarily. He then pushed me forward, causing me to slide off his legs and land on the ground on my hands and knees. I hissed as a small shard from the floor cut into my palm. I turned to glance over my shoulder, and Jared appeared larger and more menacing than ever. Was I merely pushing him, or had this place transformed him? He felt like a stranger, and I had no idea who the man before me truly was.
“So, what’s it going to be, Alison?” he snapped. “Are you done resisting and ready to become my obedient little slut? If so, you’ll accept every ounce of pleasure I bestow upon you. Or are you prepared to reveal the game you’re playing?”
“I’m not playing anything, Master,” I grumbled as I began cleaning up the mess from the floor.
“As if I could ever believe you, but fine. You want to continue down this path?” he asked.
I placed the broken pieces on a counter further away, adjusted my dress, and then grabbed a cloth to clean the food spill.
“I’m just doing as you’ve instructed,” I reminded him, my voice tinged with frustration from repeating myself.
“This isn’t your typical behavior. If you were truly following my orders, you would have from the start. No, you’re planning something. I just know it,” he growled.
“Or maybe paranoia has finally gotten to you,” I retorted before standing up. I noticed a faint smile on his lips as I returned the soiled food to the trash can and began preparing more food to serve him.
“If I am paranoid, it’s all because of you.”
“We haven’t seen each other since we were teenagers. How could I possibly have given you paranoia?” I shot back.
“Because I never knew when you might strike. I had to remain hyperaware. I don’t think I’ve slept since I met you,” he confessed, his voice brimming with anger. My heart constricted, bringing back an old memory of our first encounter. It brought with it a strange ache, so I quickly shook it away before placing more food on a plate and bringing it over to Jared. I was about to step away to create some space when he reached out and grabbed my hand, examining the trickle of blood from the cut on my palm. He glanced up at me with a scolding look, as if it were my fault that I had injured myself when he had not only made me drop the plate but had also shoved me to the ground.
“I suppose we should tend to this, shouldn’t we?” he remarked.
“I will get a band-aid when we go... hey!” Jared leaned closer, his tongue flicking over the wound, sending a rush of warmth coursing through my stomach before he began to suck on it. Then he ran his tongue along it again. I quivered with the urge to pull away, but I willed myself to remain still until he finally pulled back. The flow of blood had slowed, although it still oozed slightly. He released my hand, pushing it away, and resumed eating his food as if what he had just done was perfectly normal. I could comprehend why he had licked the wound on my thigh, but he wasn’t a vampire, for crying out loud! Did he really have to tend to my hand as well? Numerous questions piled up inside me, but I retreated, leaning against the counter behind me. I waited until Jared had finished eating before I was allowed to begin my meal. It was almost unsettling how swiftly we fell into the roles we had adopted in his other place. Home? House? I was unsure what to call it, as I didn’t know which place was truly his home.
