Page 83 of Corruption
“I could, but now you have the chance to avoid an audience. So, are you going to take it?” I asked.
I knew she would seize this opportunity for escape. Being watched was obviously not on Alison’s list of preferences. She valued privacy in such matters, so it would be intriguing to see where she might choose to hide. She didn’t know this house. I didn’t even know this house. Would she manage to find a secluded spot before I caught up to her?
“Count slowly,” she commanded.
“Just because I’m in a generous mood, I will.”
Alison began to back away, and I started counting. “5...”
She swiftly turned on her heel, and I watched as she sprinted off. I grabbed my drink, but then noticed Astrid watching me. I downed it before deciding I couldn’t endure Astrid’s snake-like gaze any longer.
“3, 2, 1,” I counted quickly, wanting to leave.
I rose from my seat and followed Alison. The door slid shut behind me, and I glanced briefly into the rooms I passed, but unless Alison had a desire to participate in orgies or subjecting herself to degrading acts at the hands of strangers, she wouldn’t enter any of those chambers. I hurried down the hallway and ascended the narrow staircase. As soon as I reached the next floor, I heard it—the rapid clicking of heels against the floor. Alison had decided to pick up the pace. I smiled, following the sound along the hallway and toward the entrance. When I arrived at the nearly half-circular entryway, I noticed the doors were wide open. I stepped outside, scanning the area, but all I could hear were the chirping grasshoppers. Alison had attempted to make me believe she was escaping, but we both knew she wouldn’t gain anything from evading me now. I still owned her, and if necessary, I would pursue her to the ends of the earth before that contract expired.
However, my slut was learning. She was becoming more cunning, and I relished it. I stepped back inside, shutting the massive doors behind me, and absorbed the eerie silence. Everyone else remained downstairs, and it prompted me to look higher. If Alison couldn’t run straight ahead, she would go up. Downstairs held the risk of her running into someone else, and while I enjoyed the hunt for my sweet slut, it didn’t mean others were entitled to do the same. I chuckled softly, climbing the stairs to the next floor two steps at a time before I held my breath and listened intently. She must have removed her shoes, I thought, and just as I rounded a corner, my little slut had left me a subtle clue. One of her shoes stood by the corner, and I picked it up before scanning the surroundings. She wanted me to follow this path. It led to a second staircase, but I knew Alison wasn’t a fool. She may have made unwise choices to protect her husband, but we both understood why she had done so—to safeguard her perfect life. She was not unintelligent, and she knew I would locate her sooner or later. She simply hoped for the latter. I proceeded the other way, turning right instead of left. I didn’t get far before I encountered a door. I opened it and peeked inside, discovering a small bedroom. I entered cautiously, spotting her other shoe on the ground.
“Taunting me?” I called out into the room, but there was no response.
My eyes swept the room before I strode over to another door. I opened it, only to find that it led to a second door, which in turn led back to the hallway. I quickly spun around, returning to the hallway, and caught a glimpse of something red. I smiled, allowing the shoes to drop before I pursued Alison. She rounded the corner leading to the next staircase, and I was about to follow her as I rounded it as well, but then I froze with one foot on the step. Something had captured my attention—a subtle movement in the still air. I glanced over my shoulder, noticing the large curtains partially concealing the balcony doors. My smile grew as I moved closer, taking my time to let Alison feel the sharp surge of adrenaline coursing through her body.
“You could have chosen a less exposed spot, but fine, if my slut wants to be taken right out in the open, then so be it.”
I grabbed the curtain, pulling it aside, but to my surprise, Alison was not behind it. Instead, her mask lay on the ground. I picked it up, feeling a mix of slight annoyance and genuine admiration. My slave was genuinely trying to outwit me tonight, and doing so quite strategically. I chuckled softly, tapping the small mask against my hand as I looked around.
“Now, where could my naughty little slut be hiding?” I teased, unexpectedly enjoying this pursuit more than I had anticipated. My initial goal had been to escape Astrid and her insistent desire to have me submit to her in front of everyone. Now, however, I was genuinely having fun. A real smile graced my lips, and I appreciated how Alison was making this chase more challenging. I wouldn’t simply catch her and take her. I would need to unravel her clever hiding game first. My blood pumped faster, not just from the physical exertion of running around, but from the exhilaration of the hunt and the anticipation of what would come next. I reached down to adjust myself in my dress pants, which were ill-suited for this game, as my cock grew harder with each passing second. I knew I wouldn’t last long once I plunged deep into Alison’s sweet channel.
A soft creak from the hallway straight ahead drew my attention, but my gaze wandered upward, considering whether she had truly taken the stairs. Would I find more discarded clothing if I walked down the hallway, or would I discover something on the highest floor? She had only her dress left, and I was certain she wouldn’t wander the halls naked in this place. I preferred it that way too. Alison belonged to me, and only if I chose to share her would others be allowed to look at her. However, I had no intention of doing that. I hadn’t worked this hard to savor that delectable cake just to let someone else have a bite.
“Alison?” I called out, my voice laced with taunts and dark promises of what I would do to her once I caught her. “Are you certain you want to continue this game? You know the longer you make me wait, the rougher it’s going to be for you. Do you truly want to be pleasured so intensely that your cries reach those downstairs?”
I was only testing whether my words would coax her into surrender, but the house remained eerily quiet.
“Fuck, why is it so hot when you defy me?” I groaned, feeling the uncomfortable restriction of my throbbing cock within these pants. My little slut was going to have her work cut out for her once I captured her.
Chapter 40
-Jared-
I walked forward, choosing the hallway where I had heard the creak. I noticed a door slightly ajar and pushed it open further to peek inside. It was a simple room with a small table and empty shelves. As I advanced, ready to check the next room, I heard the creak again. A shiver coursed through my body as I slowly turned to look over my shoulder. The creak had originated from within the room I had just walked by. I began to back away, retracing my steps. I hadn’t ventured far into the room, assuming it was empty. But where could she be hiding? Had she discovered a hidden hole in the floor? I examined the floorboards, but they appeared perfectly even. Nonetheless, I took a few cautious steps forward, trying to recreate the creaking sound. As I moved across the floor, I heard the soft padding of footsteps running across the wood. I spun around and saw the door across from the one I had entered standing wide open.
“There you are!” I chuckled darkly before I dashed out of the room, intent on catching up to Alison as she ascended the next flight of stairs.
I pursued her immediately, only to halt when I saw her heading into yet another room. She glanced back at me, a mischievous smile playing on her lips before she entered the room. Was she surrendering? I hurried to the room and swung the door open. I quickly realized that we had entered Henrick’s office. The office exuded a warm and homely atmosphere, adorned with book-lined shelves and portraits of Henrick’s two children, as well as his late wife. However, as I gingerly nudged one of the portraits, I discovered a concealed safe hidden behind it. Indeed, the room seemed inviting and cozy, but there was more than met the eye. It undoubtedly safeguarded its share of sinister secrets, but I couldn’t help but wonder if it also hid my little slut as well.
I turned my attention to the seating area farther away, consisting of two couches facing each other, seemingly perfect for secretive meetings. Even the assortment of alcoholic beverages on a nearby table seemed poised for service.
I inched closer to the couches and crouched down, checking to see if Alison had taken refuge beneath them. That’s when I heard her running again. This time, she had less time to escape. Alison had concealed herself beneath the desk and was now sprinting past it toward the door. I leaped away from the couches and pursued her. She had only just opened the door and was attempting to flee when I wrapped my arm tightly around her waist, pulling her back.
“No!” She pressed her hands down on my arm, attempting to wriggle free, but my grip remained unyielding. I chuckled as she struggled against me and closed the door before turning us around.
“I must admit, you’ve impressed me tonight, my sweet little slut. You’ve actually made me work for it.”
“I told you I wouldn’t make it easy for you the next time you hunted me.”
“Yes, but I hadn’t anticipated that you’d be attempting to outwit me,” I confessed.
“Perhaps I’ll manage to outrun you one day.”
