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“The problem is, Jared, I can tell you all those things. I can tell you to send her back, and you will. But what about her?”
“What?” I asked, perplexed.
“Alison doesn’t listen to me. Now she’s seen where you live, she knows what you do, and your plan always ended with her crawling back to you.”
“And I would send her away again,” I insisted.
“I thought that would be the end of it. I truly believed there was nothing she could say that would make you want to keep her. But I was wrong.”
“What could she possibly tell me that would make me want to keep her?”
Vince smiled slightly, thinking I was still slow. He stood up, placing his hand on my shoulder as he leaned toward me.
“Three words. Eight letters.”
“She’s already said them. I felt nothing,” I snarled.
“That’s because you don’t believe her yet. The next time she says them, you’ll collar her for good, tie her to you so she can never leave. Love is pain, son, it’s the only form we understand, and she’ll always give you pain with that sweet pleasure on the side.”
He patted my shoulder twice before walking away, leaving me there to grapple with his words. They left me feeling dizzy and trapped, and I sank back into my chair. Burying my face in my hands, I was overwhelmed with fear.
“It isn’t true. It isn’t true,” I whispered, shaking my head. “It’s not true!”
My words echoed in my ears, but Vince had planted the idea in my mind, and now I couldn’t shake it. I felt utterly trapped and paralyzed, grappling with the possibility that there might be some truth to his words. But if they were true, it only fueled my hatred further, because who could be so cruel? Who could do the things Alison had done to me if she truly... if she even... It made no sense...
Chapter 34
-Alison-
Waking up without restraints or confinement felt truly liberating. However, my morning remained far from peaceful. As I opened my eyes, the sensation of having slept better than I had in a long while was abruptly shattered. There, right in front of me, sat Jared. My initial reaction was a startled yelp before I quickly composed myself, sitting up.
He occupied a chair beside my side of the bed, his shirt undone and a glass of alcohol in one hand, a gun in the other. His fixed gaze was unsettling, to say the least.
“Jared... I mean, Master, is something the matter?” I asked, my eyes flickering toward the gun, my heart racing. “W-Why are you holding that?”
“It calms me.”
“Holding a... gun?” I questioned incredulously.
“Yes, it’s oddly soothing.”
His demeanor, his entire presence, felt off. I checked the time on the watch and noted that it was already 10 in the morning. Turning my gaze back to Jared, I felt an eerie, cold sensation wash over me, accentuated by the way he was watching me.
“H-How long have you been sitting there?” I whispered, my voice trembling.
He offered no response. Instead, he downed his drink before placing it down with a forceful clink on the nightstand, causing me to jump. He then placed the gun beside it. His attention shifted to the blanket, removing it from me. I was still wearing the dress from the previous day, having fallen asleep in it. I could sense his annoyance at seeing me in it, but he didn’t command me to remove it. Instead, he seized my arm and pulled me forward, turning me onto my hands and knees. The skirt of my dress was flipped up, exposing me.
There was an eerie stillness in the air as he moved with an unsettling silence. My body had grown accustomed to the pleasure that typically followed, regardless of his mood. I could feel the anticipation building, making me wet and prepared to receive his firm thrust. Yet amidst this anticipation, an unsettling feeling crept over me. I couldn’t shake the strange sensation that filled the room as he continued without uttering a word. It made me tremble slightly, but there was no time to delve into his mood further.
He seized my hips and brought me closer to him, swiftly sliding inside me, causing me to gasp at the speed of his entrance. I wasn’t entirely prepared for him, and a slight sting followed. Nevertheless, the pleasure of his thrusts quickly enveloped me, causing me to relax and yield to his advances. I began to meet his thrusts with my own, intensifying the pleasure. My grip around him tightened as I felt his cock grazing all the right places, resulting in a soft moan escaping my lips.
One of his hands clamped onto my collar, exerting pressure on my throat, as he altered the angle of his hips, causing my impending orgasm to slip away.
“No, fuck,” I whimpered.
“You’re not allowed to come,” he warned me, his voice devoid of the usual warmth or the playful tone that often marked the start of our games. It sent a shudder through me, catching me off guard as I realized that a darker, more intense mood had overtaken him. Jared continued to thrust, his passionate groans filling my ears, and the sound only served to heighten my desire for him. Wetter and more desperate, I longed for his touch.
Jared let out a frustrated sound, and then I felt him pull me closer to him. I pushed up from the bed, but my entire body froze as I sensed the cold, unyielding metal of the gun pressed against my temple. However, this new position allowed Jared to hit that exquisite spot within me, causing my eyes to flutter closed. Conflicting emotions surged through me, leaving me uncertain whether I was more frightened or on the brink of ecstasy.
