Page 72 of Corruption
“Well, you work too.”
“Oh, I do?”
“I’ve always admired your determination and need for independence. But we both know how I desire you when it’s just the two of us, alone and naked.” His voice dropped lower at the end of the sentence, and I tried to ignore the effect it had on me, simply smiling and nodding.
“With a strap-on, and you bowing before me?” I teased, expecting a scolding look, but instead, it made him laugh, and a smile spread across my lips as we continued to savor the meal. It was incredibly delicious, and the eerie energy in the room seemed to dissipate. Instead, a sense of tranquility enveloped us. I knew this place had potential for something more, but I couldn’t forget that this was all a game—a very strange game, but a game nonetheless.
“I missed you all day,” he admitted.
“Really? I barely thought about you.”
He raised an eyebrow, and I winked at him.
“Not at all?” he inquired.
“No, I was so busy. I hardly had time to think,” I confessed, starting to enjoy the freedom to be as cheeky as I wanted without consequences. However, Jared didn’t let it go on for long. He grabbed the side of my chair, pulling me closer before taking my free hand. He turned it, pressing a gentle kiss to my wrist, sending shivers down my spine.
“Then you must be exhausted,” he whispered before planting another kiss a bit higher up. I swallowed hard, feeling a sweet sensation spreading through me as he moved even higher.
“Completely drained,” I breathed.
“Then tonight, your husband should take very good care of you, right? So well, you can’t stop thinking about him the next day.”
“Sounds... like a good plan,” I whimpered as his lips traveled higher, teasing my skin. But before he reached the inner side of my elbow, he pulled away, snapping me back to reality.
“Eat up first. I have lots planned for you.”
It shouldn’t feel so good to hear, but my body responded to the dark promise. It frustrated me how easy it was to almost enjoy this moment, making it hard to focus on the food.
“Why do you want to play this marriage game?” I asked, momentarily breaking free of the role.
“What game? We are married,” he countered, showing me that I wasn’t allowed to stop playing.
This was frustrating, as I feared the power he would gain if I played this game until the end. I needed to find a way around his mind tricks. So with determination, I removed myself from my chair and stood up. Jared looked up at me, intrigued, and I placed my hand on his shoulder, pushing him back before I slipped down onto his lap.
“I don’t think that’s how you should eat your dinner,” he scolded with an amused tone.
“Why not? We are married, and I don’t like to be so far away from you.”
“You’re right beside me.”
“It’s not close enough,” I whimpered, rubbing myself a little against him and hearing him groan. If I was the wife, then I had power. I could act bolder. I wasn’t the slave, so if Jared wanted to play this game, then he wouldn’t hold all the control. I moved in, kissing his neck and moving higher, his hands tightening on my thigh and waist.
“Alison, we aren’t done.”
“Screw the food, Jared,” I teased. “Don’t you want to go right to dessert?”
His grip tightened even more, almost to the point of pain, and he began nodding. “B-But you prepared this delicious meal.”
“I don’t care about the meal. I lied when I said I didn’t think about you all day. I can’t stop thinking about you. You drive me to do things a boss shouldn’t be doing in her office when she’s alone,” I revealed, thinking about when he had been in my office for the first time. Wicked thoughts had formed in my head, a need to touch myself with him just sitting there. Now I could speak it out loud, indulge as I wanted to. It was just a game after all.
“And what does my wife do when she’s all alone?” he groaned darkly as I nibbled on his earlobe, teasing him.
“When I know no one is near, my head begins to fill with images of you, and I can just taste you. My hand gains its own will, sliding down my body... underneath my skirt,” I whispered, pausing to take his hand and slide it higher up my inner thigh, until it disappeared underneath my skirt and found my pussy. “I imagine how well my husband touches me. He always knows where... ah! Yes, there.”
Jared knew exactly where to touch me, and his finger began circling my clit, running across it only once in a while to tease me with electric sensations.
“I just can’t get enough of you, even when you’re not around,” I admitted. “Even when we were younger, even when I was too scared to admit I wanted you, you were all I could think about. I would touch myself at night, thinking it was you.”
