Page 38 of Corruption
Alison looked up at me with wide, fearful eyes, but she shook her head ever so slightly.
“Good. Then you will be a compliant slave and remain on your knees like that while I finish myself on you,” I commanded, sensing the chaos of emotions flickering in her eyes, along with the unspoken question: really?
I smiled as I lowered my pants once more and exposed my still-erect cock. The need to climax was overwhelming, but what truly aroused me was the sight of Alison in such a vulnerable position. Vince was right that something was changing within me. I shouldn’t enjoy having her mouth on me, for that marked the descent into madness. As she knelt there with her panties gagging her, her lips protruding slightly, I began to stroke myself. The dark, gratifying sensations surged through me. This was precisely how it should be, I thought. My hand moved rapidly up and down my shaft, the rhythm intensifying. Her eyes still held anger and resentment for the degrading situation, but this was exactly how I wanted her—a vessel for my pleasure. It rekindled the impending orgasm, the delight electrifying every fiber of my being.
“Fuck, how I love the look in your eyes right now, my good little slut,” I moaned, observing her anger intensify within them. “Are you ready for your Master’s cum?”
She couldn’t respond with her mouth filled by her panties, and there wasn’t much time to answer anyway. The orgasm surged through my body, causing my cum to spill from my cock and splash across Alison’s face. She closed her eyes as my release covered her. A guttural groan escaped my lips as I finally attained the pleasure I had sought. When the last tremor subsided, a sly smile graced my lips. Watching my cum trickle down her face, occasionally dripping onto her body, was beyond description. Alison opened her eyes again, and I grabbed the panties, yanking them from her mouth.
“Now, what do you say?” I taunted.
Her anger blazed in her eyes, but she knew my expectations. “Thank you... Master.”
“That’s better,” I chuckled darkly. Then, I retrieved some fresh clothing and headed to the bathroom. “No moving from your spot!”
After getting ready in the bathroom and brushing my teeth, I returned to find Alison still on her knees by the couch. She trembled, but it was clear she wasn’t crying. Her fury emanated from her for having been used after my criticism of her blowjob skills. I approached her, positioning myself behind her, and seized a handful of her hair, tilting her head back. She glared up at me as I leaned in closer.
“Do you have something to say, slave?” I taunted.
“No, Master,” she replied.
“Then I’ll go fetch some food. You’re not permitted to move or clean up until I return,” I ordered before releasing her hair.
I could see the desire to retaliate in her eyes, but she remained in her position as I exited the room and descended the stairs to find something to eat for both of us.
Chapter 17
-Jared-
While I was perusing the kitchen, gathering a few items for my next game involving Alison, Vince found me.
“You’re up late,” he observed as he settled into a seat to watch me.
“I couldn’t sleep.”
“You never really sleep,” he noted.
“Well...”
“Are they back?” he inquired.
“Are what back?”
“The night terrors?” he probed. “They were frequent at the beginning, and you were always drained whenever they hit you.”
“It’s fine.”
“You’ve been under quite a bit of stress lately. It’s not surprising if they’ve resurfaced,” he said.
“Are you my therapist now?” I teased, noticing the smile that graced his face.
“Just answer,” he urged gently. I sighed and leaned against the kitchen island, focusing on him.
“It’s only been the last two nights that they’ve returned. I’m fine,” I reassured him.
“Two consecutive nights aren’t good, and I need you to be sharp and alert for tonight.”
“You mean for my potential demise once the wolves tear me apart?” I quipped sarcastically.
