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“And what matters might those be? The fact that she has her own pet?”
Jared leaned back slightly, a small smile playing on his lips. With him so close, I could see a faint rosy color staining his cheeks. How much had he had to drink?
“You’re right. She enjoys dominating men,” he admitted.
“And I’m guessing you don’t want to be confined to a cage, coming only when she desires,” I retorted, hearing him chuckle before he buried his face in my neck. His lips kissed and teased my skin, his mask grazing me, sending shivers down my spine and igniting new sensations.
“We both know I don’t. Some are meant to kneel, Alison. Some are not.”
I despised the way he said it, as if he were deliberately emphasizing that I was the one meant to submit. It fueled my anger.
“So you’re just savoring your freedom before you get a ring placed on your finger or cock? Why don’t you just ask one of those dancers to fuck you?” I snapped, hearing the clear anger in my own voice. This night had me on edge. These people hailed from a world I was never meant to come close to. These places were teeming with individuals who no longer harbored any remorse, and with the collar around my neck, what would stop them from thinking that I was no different from the dancers?
“Why would I do that?” he countered. “I have a wet and willing pussy always ready for me.”
He was undeniably tipsy. I could discern the distinct amusement in his voice, devoid of any darkness or anger. His hand seized my thigh, lifting it over his legs and parting me.
“Shit, Jared, anyone can see me now!” I growled low, attempting to shield myself with my dress.
“No, it’s too dim in here,” he reassured me as his hand squeezed my thigh. “Don’t worry, no one gets a glimpse of my pussy. But I am going to tease it, get it ready for me.”
Yes, undoubtedly tipsy, I thought as his hand crept higher. However, then I noticed his head was slightly turned. I glanced down, realizing he was focused on the booth across from us, where Astrid still observed us. Another spectacle, another game, and I was the toy being used.
“Master, must you use me to make your point?” I snarled, gripping his hand, but it continued its ascent, the tips of his fingers tracing the slickness on my skin. My body had already surrendered. It knew what Jared could do with his hand, and it craved it. I cursed myself, but I couldn’t stop his hand. No matter what, I was forced to kneel. I closed my eyes, surrendering to the sensation because Jared would have it his way, and no other way. I was merely the slave.
Chapter 39
-Jared-
I shifted my gaze from Astrid to Vince, who sat farther down. His eyes were fixed on us, a clear warning evident in them. Despite the masks, I always knew where to find him. However, he wasn’t pleased with me now. He had missed the games Astrid and I had played at the table, but now he saw them, and a subtle shake of his head followed the warning. It told me not to provoke my future wife further. But I wanted to provoke her. I wanted to make something very clear to Astrid—I didn’t bow. So, I smiled at Vince before leaning in to kiss Alison’s neck. I felt how tense she was, even as I started running my fingers up along her inner thighs, inching deeper each time, her tension never relenting. She was a stranger in this world, unfamiliar with my realm, and I was determined not to reveal too much. Knowing too much would not save her. It would only drag her deeper into something she should never have been a part of. I withdrew my hand and had her straddle me, shielding her from the view of everyone else. I watched as she opened her eyes, the mask lending her an intriguing air of mystery. I knew it was Alison beneath the mask, but for a moment, it felt as though we weren’t quite ourselves. This place was, after all, designed to offer respite from real life, a luxurious escape into our darkest desires, but I already possessed what I craved. I slipped my hand beneath her long dress again, and this time, she was much more relaxed, not exposed to the rest of the crowd. I found her eager little clit, ready to be teased and pleasured. She whimpered, her nails digging into my shoulders as I began to touch her, sliding a single finger over the tight bud.
“Fuck,” she breathed, her pleasure building.
“I’m going to make you come, my sweet little slut, and then you’re going to run.”
Her eyes widened.
“What?”
“You’re going to run back the way we came, and you’re going to run really fast because the moment I catch you, I will fuck you, no matter where or who is watching. Better find a good hiding place if you don’t want an audience,” I warned.
Alison was about to protest, likely about to call me something, but the pleasure overwhelmed her, and she pressed herself against my hand, trembling as she climaxed. Now, with the world shut out, it was much easier for her to surrender to the sensation. She let out a little cry before I withdrew my hand, much too soon for her liking.
“No...” she protested, her pleasure ebbing away.
“If you want to come again, you better get moving. Run, my Sweet Alison. Maybe you’ll even escape me tonight.”
The last thing I desired was to spend my time down here. Everything I craved was right in front of me, and I had no need for some stranger grinding against me or blowing me while a group of onlookers watched. No, I possessed the most tantalizing prize in the world, and she slowly dismounted, still appearing uncertain. To signify her freedom, I slid the leather band off my wrist and placed it on hers, then flashed a smile.
“You have a five-second head start.”
“What if I make it to the door?” she inquired.
“I don’t mind taking you where anyone might come by,” I chuckled, and she rolled her eyes.
“Choose wisely,” I cautioned. “Anywhere I catch you, I will fuck you.”
“As if you couldn’t simply order me to get naked right now and put on a show for everyone.”
