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“Enough questions,” I told her, shaking my head.
“But—”
“Eat up.”
She sighed but knew that fighting me wouldn’t help. Instead, she finished what she had left, and then I ordered her to stand. I waved her with me, and she followed behind me over to one of the poles by the end of the bed.
“Knees,” I ordered.
“I thought you said you didn’t have the time to punish me,” she said as she slipped to her knees.
“I don’t. I’m just making sure you’re prepared for when I get back, so we can have some fun like last night.”
“I’m guessing you aren’t referring to the part when I tied you up,” she guessed, making me smile a little. I wasn’t going to tell her that the idea made my cock stir a little, ready to be teased by her again. Instead, I left her there, telling her to wait. I walked to the closet, finding a blindfold, restraints, the same clamps from last night, and a new plug. As I came back, I saw her eyes fall closed for a moment as she sighed.
“Of course.”
“You knew I wasn’t referring to you tying me up and being disobedient. I want to fuck your ass again when I come back. The thought of it will keep me warm.”
“You mean disgustingly warm,” she retorted.
I chuckled and began the preparations. This time, Alison accepted the plug more readily, not resisting as I inserted it and affixed the clamps, though I didn’t apply them as tightly as the previous night. They would provide a gentle pressure without impeding her circulation. Afterward, I locked her wrists together and blindfolded her.
“Is that all?” she asked.
“Not quite.”
I left the room again to equip myself, taking a set of guns and a holster, strapping it securely around me before affixing a knife to my thigh. Returning to Alison, I seized her wrists and held them above her head, eliciting a gasp of surprise. I nodded as I gauged how far her wrists could go and then used my knife to carve into the wooden pole.
“What are you doing?” she whispered.
“Since I don’t have hooks, this will have to suffice.”
I carved deep enough into the wood, angling it slightly downward to create a makeshift holder for the middle chain of her restraints. As I released her, and she felt her restraints fall in place, realization dawned on her.
“You’re going to leave me like this?” she asked.
“If your arms grow completely numb, you can stand up and relieve some of the pressure. But don’t worry, I’ll be back before that happens.”
“I’m not sure if that’s reassuring because I know what happens when you return,” she retorted, making me chuckle.
I holstered the knife, leaned down, and grasped her chin. She gasped again in surprise as I turned her head and pressed my lips to hers in a brief kiss.
“If you’re sweet to me, I’ll go easier on you when I return,” I assured her.
Alison lifted herself, her lips meeting mine again, moving softly and teasingly before pulling back.
“Come back quickly, Master. I’ll need you,” she purred, and her sweet tone caught me off guard for a moment, rendering me motionless. However, I quickly regained my composure, ran my hand through her hair, giving her a gentle caress, and then walked away from the bedroom, leaving her behind.
Chapter 47
-Jared-
I stood alone at the harbor’s edge, the brisk wind cutting through my coat, and the conversations of the men behind me remained an incomprehensible chatter in their native language. Yet I had no inclination to try to engage in a friendly exchange with these very same men who had once threatened Alison and watched as I had tongue-fucked their cousin. Instead, I remained silently immersed in my thoughts, my gaze fixed upon the dark water, while we patiently awaited the arrival of a shipment that was running late.
The wait was an ordeal I loathed. My yearning was to return to Alison’s side. She possessed a warmth that could remove the chill of the relentless wind, but I couldn’t depart just yet. So I sought to occupy my restless mind with distractions. I turned my head to observe the distant city lights, thinking how Alison had once been among those countless individuals blissfully ignorant of the darkness lurking in their world. As long as that darkness remained at bay, they could continue living without fear.
I began wondering how Alison might reintegrate into her previous life. After all she had witnessed and endured, how could she ever regain a sense of normalcy? I attempted to convince myself that it didn’t matter. I had already resigned myself to the task of dismantling her life before it truly began. Yet, as the thought of unleashing those devastating secrets crossed my mind, it no longer held the same allure it once did.
