Page 90 of Corruption
“You’re lying.”
“You think I’m a manwhore?” I asked her.
She gestured with her hand, indicating how I was tied down, and I shot her a glare.
“It’s fewer if we don’t count those I didn’t really want,” I muttered.
“So, 11?”
I didn’t want to reveal the truth about my father. I tried my hardest not to think about him. It was better to keep that buried.
“Fine, 11.”
“I don’t believe you,” she said with a smile before I felt the knife’s tip dig into my chest, making me hiss.
“Why does it even matter?” I groaned as she traced the knife’s path. I remembered it being much more excruciating when she did it when I was younger, but this time it didn’t scare me. It barely hurt. My hips even moved on their own, thrusting into the air.
“I just wanted you to stop thinking I was a total slut,” she said. “It was getting tiresome. Now, don’t move.”
She seemed so absorbed in etching her ‘B’ into me, and I hated how much it aroused me to watch her doing it with such concentration. This wasn’t meant to be a hasty job. She wanted it to be perfect and distinct, right on my chest. Shit, she had to finish it quickly because I wanted her so badly. I wanted to ensure I marked her afterward. It was only fair. After she carved her letter into me, I intended to leave my mark inside her.
“Fuck, hurry up,” I breathed, and Alison laughed, assuming it was because I disliked the sensation. However, this experience was entirely different from when we were younger. Alison sat on me, half-naked, and her breasts were almost spilling out of her bra. I could feel the warmth emanating from her pussy against my skin. Everything about it was intoxicating, and I made no effort to resist as she ran the knife across my skin, eventually completing the ‘B’.
“There!” she exclaimed proudly.
“Good, now… fuck!” Alison didn’t let me finish my sentence. Instead, she leaned down and traced her tongue over the wound, mimicking what I had done to her, licking up my blood. My body shuddered as the pleasure became overwhelming, and my cock yearned for release. I had expected to feel nothing but anger from being tied up, but that anger had transformed into a simmering intensity, making room for all the delightful sensations she was bestowing upon me. She continued to run her warm tongue over my chest before pulling back, savoring the taste and flashing a smug smile down at me. I gazed up at her, utterly captivated, craving more of whatever she could offer.
“I think it looks quite good,” she commented, carefully running her fingers over the wound and spreading my blood. Strangely, I didn’t even feel the sting. I just craved Alison.
“Fuck me,” I urged her.
She looked puzzled.
“What?”
“I said fuck me. Slide back, get rid of those flimsy panties, and ride me,” I commanded. “Right now.”
“But the games have only just begun. Are you that on edge?” she teased, reaching back and starting to stroke my cock, which was swelling with blood. The makeshift restraint created pressure, making it unbelievably sensitive. My hips surged upward, thrusting into her hand. However, Alison believed I simply wanted to climax, an orgasm to quench my desire. But it was more than that. I needed her to ride me, take control, and bring us both to the peak of pleasure. Yet she wasn’t finished toying with me and continued to stroke me until I was on the verge, only to release me just before I could reach that blissful climax.
“Damn it, Alison!”
“I’m not done with you,” she said cheerfully before sliding off me and heading back to the closet.
“No, please don’t be,” I whispered as she walked away.
Chapter 44
-Jared-
I knew I was treading into dangerous territory more than I ever had before, but I couldn’t resist. I gazed down my body, the blood streaking across my chest, my cock harder than it had ever been, encircled by that small black band. A smile crept onto my face, and I couldn’t help but chastise myself for letting things go this far. I turned my attention to my restraints, yanking on them once more, causing the bed to creak even louder. Breaking free seemed almost plausible, but the mischievous enchantress returned sooner than I had anticipated. She held small items in her hand, and when she revealed them to me, I sighed, leaning my head back.
“Nipple clamps?” I groaned, and she nodded before affixing them to my sensitive flesh and tightening them further, eliciting a hiss of discomfort from me.
“Oh, they look so good on you!” she teased, causing me to shake my head. Then, she retrieved the whip once more, targeting those clamps. I groaned, my body reacting involuntarily, feeling a surge of heat rushing straight to my cock. Could I actually climax from the pain alone? It wasn’t like the searing agony of a stabbing. It was different, yet my cock throbbed so intensely that I grew a bit dizzy. Alison focused on the left clamp, alternating between them, making my skin burn and throb before sliding the whip lower, right toward my cock.
“How much do you think it’s going to hurt now?” she taunted, trailing the whip over my aching skin.
“Just add it to the list of things that will come your way when I’m free from this,” I groaned.
