Page 84 of Corruption
“And then I’ll simply track you down,” I reminded her, advancing toward her and forcing Alison to retreat. “Don’t forget that you’re mine for another two weeks.”
“But I learn quickly,” she countered, gasping as she felt the edge of the desk behind her. I lunged forward when she was momentarily distracted and slammed my hands down on either side of her. My head was spinning with excitement. It seemed that I relished our little chases more than I had realized, especially when Alison genuinely attempted to outsmart me.
“I’m aware of your smart mind,” I murmured, my gaze dropping to her pink lips, which I intended to make red and swollen before we were through. However, as I lifted my eyes to meet Alison’s, I noticed something unusual in her expression.
“What is it?” I inquired.
“I thought you would insult me, ridiculing me for getting involved with someone like you,” she confessed.
“We both know why you did that. You made some poor choices in desperate moments, but your cleverness has always shone through. I know you,” I asserted.
Alison moved closer to me, a surprise in itself. She extended her hand, gently grasping the edge of my mask. With deliberate movements, as if testing the waters, she slid it off and let it fall to the ground. The way she observed me was unlike anything I had seen before. There was no anger, no fear. She watched me with a mixture of intrigue, and perhaps a hint of sadness. Yet, I couldn’t quite pinpoint the origin of these emotions. Did she not understand what was about to unfold?
“I hate how accurate you are,” she whispered before her hands descended down my chest, moving toward my belt. Without waiting for instructions, she began to unbuckle it. “I hate that you know me so well. I don’t want you to, because we both understand where it leads. Suddenly, all my vulnerabilities are laid bare for you to exploit.”
I reached out, gripping her hair firmly and tugging it, forcing her to tilt her head back.
“Then perhaps you shouldn’t have spent every moment of our childhood tormenting me,” I retorted. “You created me, Alison. You shaped me into this. So, how could I not learn every side of your being?” I growled softly.
However, a smile graced her lips as she responded, “You’re absolutely right. I did create you. But doesn’t it bother you more? Who is truly in control when you’re my creation?”
Her words stoked my anger, and I tightened my grip even further, pulling her closer to me.
“You’re making it seem like I lack an independent mind. You pushed me into actions I never thought myself capable of, but I committed those acts with you in my thoughts. The blood I spilled, the people I hurt, every wicked deed was for you.”
“I’m flattered,” she replied sarcastically. “But how does that grant you power? How are you not simply mine to manipulate? I know the contract I signed, but who ultimately emerges victorious?”
“Because I believe you’re forgetting who’s going to be on their knees now. I no longer heed your orders, Alison. You follow mine. When I mentioned that I did all those things for you, it was to remind you that when I eventually descend into hell, you will be there waiting for me.”
“Perhaps I’ll make the devil my bitch next,” she retorted.
“Maybe you will, but we both knew that you secretly relish being on your knees. Always needing to maintain control, to appear composed. Aren’t you tired, Alison? Don’t you yearn to relinquish that control?”
“No, because it’s you who holds it,” she snarled.
“Very well, then we are in agreement. I am the one in control,” I replied with a smile, witnessing her shocked expression as she realized what she had just admitted. “Now, down, doggy.”
“Just so you know, dogs bite,” she snapped.
I chuckled as I tugged on her hair, forcing her to kneel in front of me. While she had already unfastened my pants, I was too impatient to allow her to take charge completely. This was going to be fast. I lowered my pants, a sigh of relief escaping me as my throbbing cock was liberated from its confinement. My blood raced even faster, and my grip on Alison intensified, rendering her utterly still. She obediently opened her mouth, but I didn’t immediately enter her. Instead, I took hold of my cock, tracing it along her cheek, inching toward her lips, and then forcefully thrust myself inside her, sliding deeper.
Alison had become more adept at this, and she quickly relaxed as I used her for my gratification. I guided her head up and down, each movement bringing my impending climax nearer, nearly toppling me with its rapid approach. However, I had made a promise that when I captured her, I would fuck her. I withdrew, hearing her gulp down a breath of air. I placed her on the desk, pushing aside her dress before seizing her legs and positioning her at the edge. As I slammed inside her, she gasped, tilting her head back. Our bodies drew closer together as I wrapped an arm around her waist, driving myself deep within her repeatedly. The sound of my grunts resonated in my ears, drowning out Alison’s voice. Tonight, I was louder than her, my desire to reach release overpowering. I continued thrusting hard, maintaining my grip to keep her in place. Alison’s arms encircled my neck, her fingers entwining in my hair, gripping tightly.
“Oh, shit, right there! Master, just like that!” she cried out when I shifted my hips slightly, discovering the perfect angle within her. I doubted I had the time or strength to hold back and ensure her pleasure, but Alison trembled in my arms, her cries of ecstasy filling the air as I thrust a few more times, succumbing to climax myself. My body trembled more than I had anticipated. This encounter was no different from our usual games, but my heightened anticipation had been fueled by my slave’s psychological maneuvers. It seemed I had enjoyed it more than I had initially thought.
As we rested, I needed a few extra moments to remain still. I didn’t want to move, savoring the wonderful sense of tranquility that enveloped me as I held Alison close. Perhaps we were even more deeply intertwined than I had imagined, and the thought that life might have taken a drastically different course if Alison hadn’t pursued me was unnerving. I was her creation, but was that truly a negative outcome? Thanks to her influence and that of my father, I could now endure so much more. Without Alison, perhaps I would never have managed to escape. These thoughts led me to bury my face in her neck, seeking solace.
“I’m glad that you created me,” I murmured against her skin before planting a kiss.
“What?” she asked.
But I chose not to repeat my words. Instead, I held her close, contemplating how things would change once I eventually released her.
Chapter 41
-Jared-
I stood in front of the office, leaning against the wall while Alison went to find a bathroom to freshen up in. All I wanted now was to go home. The last thing I desired was to linger in this house or at this never-ending party for a single additional minute. I longed to be back in my own bed, to rest, and to let my slave attend to my every need. Perhaps I wanted her to prepare me a meal, or maybe I desired a soothing massage. Alternatively, I might just want her to kneel before me on the floor. The exact choice hadn’t been made yet, but one thing was certain: I had no desire to stay here any longer. This night had been grueling and long, and we hadn’t even been at the party for more than a few hours. The night wasn’t terribly late, but as I waited for Alison, the clicking of heels reached my ears. Had she gone to retrieve her shoes? However, it wasn’t Alison who appeared at the top of the stairs, but Astrid, wearing a smile as she ascended.
