Page 33 of Corruption
“Master,” I added, dripping with taunt.
He approached me, beginning to release one arm. I let out a long, contented moan as the restraints on one arm were finally undone. Then he moved to the other arm, setting me free. I sighed with relief, rolling my shoulders as he discarded the restraints onto the bed. His touch, as he placed his hands on my neck, was surprisingly gentle compared to what he had subjected me to earlier.
“Do you know what’s missing?” he asked.
“Is something missing?”
“You’re supposed to thank me,” he reminded me. “Every time I make you come, you’re supposed to show your gratitude.”
“It’s challenging to feel grateful when you’ve just witnessed your husband’s affair being broadcast to everyone you know, and even those you don’t!” I exclaimed, frustration and desperation mixing in my voice.
“That doesn’t matter. Your Master has commanded this, so you will listen.”
I glared at him, hoping that looks might actually kill, but he remained standing, forcing me to relent.
“Fine. Thank you, Master.”
“For?”
“For making me come,” I got out between gritted teeth.
“And?”
“And? What more is there?”
“For teaching you a lesson. You did slap me after all.”
“I have bitten you so hard you bled. Did that slap hurt?” I asked.
“No, not one bit,” he admitted. “But that is not the point, is it?”
I sighed, looking down, but he pressed his fingers underneath my jaw and forced me to focus on him again.
“Thank you for teaching me a lesson, Master. I shouldn’t have slapped you,” I snarled.
“Much better,” he praised before he took a step away. “Now turn around and I will remove the plug before we go down and eat.”
I was pleased about that part. I could eat without feeling something filling my ass. I turned around, and I was hating how easy this process was becoming. He was preparing my ass more and more for this, and I knew the moment he thought it was the perfect opportunity to strike, he would. Jared walked away to clean up and I got off the bed. I went to the bathroom next before coming out and seeing a completely normal outfit prepared for me.
“No teasing skirts? No short blouses?” I asked. “No wedding dress?”
He began chuckling. “I didn’t take your wedding dress. But good idea.”
I sighed, hating I let that slip and I crossed my arms. “What is the catch?”
“No, catch. You aren’t cooking tonight. There is food ready,” he explained.
“I’m not cooking?”
“I already ate,” he explained, then threw the t-shirt, jeans and underwear my way. I was surprised he had actually packed something normal for me, and not only ridiculous outfits for him to parade me around in. When I continued to simply gaze at the clothes, he called out to me. “What? Want to go downstairs naked?”
“No!” I exclaimed before I quickly began dressing. I had already underestimated him enough for one day, I did not want to risk having to go down naked. I put on the clothes, feeling relief wash over me at finally being able to wear some normal attire. Jared opened the door and motioned for me to follow. I walked behind him as we went through the hallway, and again my head turned to watch the pictures. I couldn’t remember Jared even being in the yearbook. Maybe he was, but I never took notice. However, as I passed these old pictures, I noticed a sudden change. I froze, taking a step back, then took one forward, to confirm that what I had seen was indeed true. From one picture to the next, Jared had changed so much. In the first, he was as I remembered, scrawny, thin, however, with shorter hair. In the next, he was bigger, maybe even slightly taller, standing beside a younger version of the man I had seen when we arrived. It was such a big change, I couldn’t help but shift my eyes between them, forgetting I was supposed to follow after Jared. I felt his dark presence suddenly appearing behind me, and I turned my head, seeing the annoyed look in his eyes. But I was curious now.
“What happened from here to here?” I asked, extending my finger from one picture to the next.
"I didn't tell you that you could stop," he informed me, grabbing my arm to lead me away. I kept glancing back at where the pictures hung.
“But what happened?” I inquired, pushing for an answer.
