Page 88 of Corruption
“What the hell?” I growled, my instinct urging me to push up from the bed. Yet, to my dismay, I was trapped and heard the familiar clinking of restraints. I turned my head and saw that my wrists were securely bound together by leather cuffs, and the chain was wrapped around the bedpost, effectively imprisoning me. I yanked at it with desperate strength, causing the bed to creak, but it was clear that escape was futile.
Slowly, the realization dawned on me as to who could be audacious enough to orchestrate this situation. I turned my head slowly, casting a dark glare at the woman dressed provocatively in dark lingerie that left little to the imagination, and she was wearing my mask! Under different circumstances, I might have found her incredibly alluring, but my overwhelming emotion was anger.
“Alison,” I growled menacingly.
A light chuckle emanated from behind her mask, further fueling my rage. She playfully lifted the mask to reveal her face and teased, “I think it’s ‘Mistress’ to you.”
“Alison, release me. Right now!” I bellowed, my fury obvious, as she let the mask fall back into place.
She shook her head playfully and allowed the whip’s tip to descend slowly down my body.
“Alison! If you use that thing on me, you know the consequences!” I warned, the desperation evident in my voice.
My exposed, naked form was now devoid of the blanket’s cover. She initiated light, teasing taps with the whip, not causing pain but clearly asserting her dominance. Her actions revealed that she knew she was pushing my boundaries, and therefore, didn’t have to hit hard. She continued to run the tip of the whip lower and lower, with both of us aware of its intended destination. I was completely exposed and vulnerable, having foolishly left myself open for her to seize control. I chastised myself for not being more vigilant, assuming she had learned the consequences of defying me.
“Alison, let me go now, and I will go easy on you. You know I’m going to get free at some point, and it will end very badly for you,” I warned, pulling on my restraints as the tip of the whip slid between the hairs at the root of my cock.
“Yeah, I know how it will end,” she chuckled wickedly before she whipped my cock. “But I plan to enjoy this for as long as I can.”
My frustration grew as she whipped my cock, this time with a bit more force, causing me to groan in response.
“Fuck, you’re in so much trouble, woman,” I warned through gritted teeth, my eyes flashing with a mix of anger and desire. “I can’t even begin to describe the things I’ll subject you to once I’m free.”
That mischievous laughter filled my ears once more before the tip of the whip met my cock once again. It wasn’t so forceful as to send me crumpling in pain. Rather, it delivered an uncomfortable yet strangely arousing sensation that sent waves of heat coursing through my body. Alison didn’t merely leave the sting. She expertly soothed it away by gliding the whip over my cock.
“Fuck, and here I thought you only had sadistic tendencies. It seems like pain gets you going too,” she observed. She wasn’t wrong. My cock was growing harder, and with every stroke of the whip, my breath grew more ragged, trapped in the uncertainty of when she would target my sensitive point again. Yet, paradoxically, I found myself almost craving it. “Maybe I did learn something tonight.”
“Taking lessons from that cunt?” I snarled, tugging on my restraints, which caused the bed to creak, though it remained unbroken.
“I think she actually took lessons from me. We both know who had you first,” Alison countered. She then carefully slid the whip’s tip over the tip of my cock, sending shivers of delight through me. Why was this turning me on? Despite my loathing of Astrid’s control, I felt an insatiable desire to urge Alison to continue, to provide me with all the sweet torture she could offer.
It’s pain. Love will always be pain for us, and that’s why she draws you in. She provides you with precisely what you crave…Vince’s words echoed in my head. I remembered his warning about Alison, about why he considered her a danger to me, and once again, I found myself trapped in her control, torn between fear and the intoxicating pleasure she was inflicting upon me. I vomited from Astrid’s manipulation, but being tied up and seemingly having my cock teased by Alison was making me inexplicably hard, my cock stirring to life. Alison raised the mask, which I had come to appreciate on her, then moved lower, her eyes locking onto mine as she followed the trail of pre-cum that had trickled down my cock, tracing it with her tongue.
“Fuucck…” I groaned, my entire body shuddering. It seemed that everything was intensified under her control. Fear intertwined with the pleasurable sensations she was bestowing upon me, and I was torn between instructing her to continue or tell her to release me. Alison had plans for me, and she promptly took me into her mouth, eliciting a surge of pleasure that caused my body to tense. Yet, it was only a tease. She withdrew, and once again, the mask concealed her face.
“No, go back…” Did I just beg for her? I was losing my grip on reality, and the sound of her laughter served as a grim reminder that I needed to escape this situation before I completely surrendered my control. “Alison, you’ve had your fun. Now unlock me, and I might choose not to reveal any of your dark secrets. Don’t forget I still have them.”
“If I let you go, you could decide to do it anyway. No, if you’re already screwed, why not go all the way?” she countered.
“And what do you have in mind, slave?”
“I think you’re forgetting who is tied up here,slave,” she retorted, sliding the whip up my inner thigh, then tapping my balls with it, causing me to groan before she moved it lower. “Maybe we should start with having your ass trained.”
I attempted to push up from the bed, but it held me down firmly. “You could try, but you haven’t restrained my legs, so I’m guessing there’s something else you want to torture me with.”
“We wouldn’t have the time anyway,” she chuckled before delivering a particularly hard blow to my stomach, causing me to feel the sharp sting of it.
“Oh, I don’t think my anger can be put into words,” I groaned as she whipped my stomach again before moving to my chest, leaving red marks. Although I felt the pain, I quickly masked my reactions, maintaining my gaze on her while she wore my mask. Damn it, the longer she wore it, the more captivating it appeared on her, and I found myself oddly entranced as I watched her approach me. Leaning over me, she reached for something on the nightstand.
“Remember this?” she asked, holding up the choker I had used on her earlier.
“It won’t fit me. Neither will your other one. They’re designed for you, my little slut.”
“But this small part can be tightened,” she informed me, displaying the band that was connected to the collar.
“Don’t you dare,” I warned her.
“I searched for cock rings, but they weren’t in the bag.”
