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“I guess you will just have to trust me,” he chuckled.
“We both know we don’t trust each other.”
“Exactly,” he replied, kissing my neck as his hand slid higher and began working on the buttons of my shirt.
“Fuck, please, my pussy could use a break.”
“Why should that matter to me?” he taunted as he continued to open my shirt before his hand slid to my pants but didn’t unfasten them. He rested his hand there. “Come on, slave, you’re the perfect manipulator—manipulate me.”
“Manipulate you?”
“Make me believe I have a good reason not to kill you,” he whispered, his arm around my waist tightening, almost crushing me against him. “Give me a reason. Any reason.”
“Um…” My head was a whirlwind. I couldn’t think with his hands resting where they were and his warm breath fanning against my neck. It made my knees weak, but Jared grew impatient with me as I hesitated to give him an answer. He sighed, annoyed, before with quick movements, he unbuttoned my pants. He spun me around, then roughly stripped them off before he got me out of them. He lifted me up, and I instinctively wrapped my legs around him. My body seemed to respond effortlessly now, with no need for teasing. He placed me on the railing, the cold stone eliciting a hiss from me, but the coldness paled in comparison to the sensitivity of my sore skin—a peculiar mix of cold and heat as my abused skin met the stone. However, Jared barely let me dwell on it before he pulled me to the edge. I leaned back a little, but there was nothing to support my back. My hand instinctively reached for something to hold onto, but all it found was a long fall. I gasped, glancing over the side, and in my fear, I reached for Jared, wrapping an arm around his neck, as he held me tightly to him. His laughter echoed in my ear as I peered down at the dizzying drop.
I barely noticed him opening his pants and freeing his cock before I felt the broad head of his cock at my entrance. Shit, just that sent a sting through me, but as I turned my head, I watched him suck on the tips of two of his fingers before he moved them between us and began stroking my clit.
“Ah, fuck!” I cried out, feeling this strange blend of pleasure and stinging pain.
Jared slid slowly inside, and I let out a little scream. My body couldn’t decide if it hurt or felt better than anything else, as I was being taken so close to the death. He pressed me further back, with only one arm around me as he thrust inside me repeatedly. I glanced over the side again, seeing the ground straight below me, and I clung to him even tighter, wrapping my legs around him while I felt that sweet orgasm approaching.
“I could drop you right now,” he growled in my ear as I buried my face in his neck, hiding from the abyss below. “It would take nothing.”
“Then what are you waiting for?” I panted, the orgasm rushing closer, making it difficult to focus on my impending doom.
“Anything, Alison. Just give me something,” he groaned as he stroked my clit a little harder, making it sting again before it merged with the pleasure. “Just something...”
"W-Why?”
"Because I'm telling you to," he snapped.
"You know who I am… shit, ah! Yes, Master," I whimpered in his ear as he stroked over such a pleasurable spot.
"And yet you don't understand why you mean nothing to me."
"No, I do. I do, but I don't want to die," I breathed, my nails digging into his neck, but he didn't let out even a sound that indicated it hurt. His grunts turned darker, deeper, as he began nearing the edge. My body shook, the pleasure spreading.
“Then give me a reason not to kill you. Give me one!” he demanded.
“Because we can’t stop!” I cried out. “It’s so toxic, but it’s so good! We can’t stop this!”
I came hard, my head falling back, while I clung to Jared, shuddering around him as he worked himself toward his peak. My name left his lips just as he came, his hips jerking forward as he released inside me, then slumped down a little with a hand coming to rest beside me. Yet a strange silence fell over us as we recovered.
Chapter 29
-Jared-
I had asked for a reason, thinking I wouldn’t receive one. Yet she gave me something I had already come to realize, something Vince had made painfully obvious to me. Alison was right. It felt too good. Even her lips wrapped around my cock had become a source of pleasure in and of itself. Where was the need for humiliation? Where was the need for that torture? My anger still burned within me, my resentment toward her remained, and yet every time we played these games, every time I took her, the past seemed to fade into the background. There was just us, falling deeper into something I dared not try to define. This was precisely why I needed to let her go. This was why, after this month, she should occupy no space in my mind. She would have been extracted.
“Master?” she whispered softly, her voice almost making my body yearn for another round. Why was Alison a woman so perfectly designed for pleasure? She sounded so enticing, sending delightful shivers down my spine. Her husband had truly forgotten what he had in her, because Alison had always been fire, both in the business world and in the bedroom. But these thoughts were unsettling to me, and I quickly pulled away, avoiding her curious gaze.
“It was a nice try,” I whispered darkly, not daring to meet her eyes. “But it’s just toxic. That’s what I derive pleasure from. I have no desire to continue this. It’s all about hurting you.”
I didn’t linger, pulling out and adjusting my clothes before storming out of the room. I slammed the door shut behind me, then hurried down the staircase and outside in front of the house. It felt like the air was too thick in my lungs. I couldn’t think. I was overwhelmed by frustration and anxiety, feelings I hadn’t experienced in years. The past seemed to encircle me from all sides, pulling me in deeper.
“What the fuck?” Vince exclaimed, tossing an article into my face as I sat in the dining room eating breakfast. It landed almost exactly where I believe Vince intended it to. I slowly picked it up, a sense of shock spreading through me as I read the words on the page. The magazine was clearly one of those shallow gossip rags with sensational headlines designed to pique your interest, only to leave you with more questions as you read on. However, this article was shocking in more ways than one, and I turned to Vince, who was gripping the chair in front of me so tightly that it creaked under his force.
“Explain,” he demanded.
