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A sharp hiss escaped his lips just before he began using my mouth as his release, gripping my hair firmly and thrusting himself deeply inside me. My mind struggled to keep pace with the overwhelming sensations. In one moment, he was grunting, forcefully moving my head, and the next, he abruptly stopped, pulling me off him. I looked up at him, his cock throbbing with need, pre-cum glistening at its tip. He hadn’t finished, yet with a wicked smile, he pushed me aside and stepped into the shower. If anything could make me feel like a used object, this was it. He had subjected me to a multitude of degrading acts, but now I truly felt like nothing more than a mere object. He treated me no differently than a prostitute, not even acknowledging my presence as he stood under the water, still painfully erect, craving more, yet he didn’t command me to join him. He said nothing as he leaned against the wall, resting his weight against his hands and letting the warm water cascade over his taut body. Every muscle was tensed, accentuated by the soft light that bathed him. I quickly averted my eyes, not wanting to be caught observing him.
I rose to my feet and exited the bathroom, hoping I wouldn’t face consequences for moving from my spot. He hadn’t issued any orders, so I wasn’t sure where exactly he wanted me to be. This night was growing more confusing by the minute.
Chapter 6
-Alison-
As I entered the bedroom, I went to where his bed was and sat down, exhaling deeply while clutching the edges of the bed. My body still trembled slightly, but I knew it was simply the shock wearing off. I would have to wait until my mind could make sense of this insane situation. I had anticipated a smoother month and a return to some semblance of normalcy. But now? What if I could never return because I had witnessed too much? Would Jared be forced to kill me and dispose of my remains? Maybe getting shot tonight would have been a mercy. Yet if Jared wanted me dead, then why had he saved me?
“Oh God, I’m losing my mind,” I whispered, leaning forward and burying my face in my hands. Perhaps it was better not to ask any questions. Being Jared’s plaything, I understood. Heck, I even believed I deserved this after what I had put him through. I hadn’t felt guilty for my pranks, but knowing someone had… had... I set the whole disaster in motion, didn’t I? Was there anyone left to blame but me for what had happened to Jared? “Fuck, I deserve this...”
The little voice in my head wholeheartedly concurred and informed me that I could never atone for what I had done to Jared. There was a reason why this was pushing me to the brink, but trying to dwell on it was too painful. I had to focus on being his obedient slave for the remainder of the month. With determination, I discarded the towel, letting it fall to the floor before I gripped one of the bedposts and sank to my knees, facing the bathroom door. I could still hear the water running, and I simply waited. This, I was certain, was a submissive position. Although I hadn’t ventured deeply into the BDSM world, and I knew that anyone serious about such practices would likely find Jared’s methods far from safe, it didn’t mean I was entirely ignorant. Even Fifty Shades of Grey, albeit far from accurate, had exposed me to certain aspects of these dynamics.
As I sat there waiting, my heart strangely maintained a sense of calmness. How much had I grown accustomed to this? What was Jared transforming me into? I reassured myself, this was merely an attempt to make amends for the past. I wasn’t remotely deriving any enjoyment from this situation. Once, I used to hold some power in the bedroom, but now I had none. How could I possibly find any pleasure in it?
“Fuck, stop with the questions,” I whispered to myself. They led to no good end. Yet, my mind continued to race. Questions were its only way to process the events of this night. Therefore, a relieved sigh escaped me when I heard the water shut off. It took a moment, but Jared emerged from the bathroom, wrapped in a towel. He had already dried himself, with only his hair remaining slightly damp. However, as he noticed me sitting on the floor, unclothed, he froze. I said nothing and kept my eyes lowered, avoiding direct eye contact. When he approached me, only the towel was visible in my line of sight. A brief silence passed between us before Jared firmly took hold of my chin, tilting my head upward to face him. A faint smile played on his lips, yet he issued no commands. It seemed that manipulative games were not his objective tonight.
With rough movements, he seized my collar and pulled me to my feet. He pushed me forward, positioning me on the bed on my hands and knees. I was convinced that he would take me immediately, as he had in the bathroom, without saying a word. However, I heard him moving about behind me. He opened a nightstand drawer and withdrew a slim piece of fabric and a pair of steel handcuffs. Was he seriously hiding these toys in his old bedroom as well? It appeared that his dark desires extended beyond me. Did that bother me? I didn’t have time to dissect my feelings before he moved up behind me.
He surprised me by not placing the fabric over my eyes but between my lips, securing it behind my head like a gag.
“I don’t have all the fancy toys here, Alison, but when I can, I’ll go back for more so we can really play. I’m far from finished with tormenting you,” he whispered into my ear before biting my shoulder. I remained unresponsive, having decided that I deserved this treatment, and thus I remained still.
“These bites,” he told me before grabbing both of my wrists and locking them together behind my back. My face was pushed into the bed, my ass elevated as I was rendered completely immobile. Between my legs, I could see him discard the towel. His cock hadn’t gone down. It still demanded the release he had denied himself. Jared seized my collar, applying more pressure than ever before. I could hardly breathe as he thrust into me, a deep, guttural groan escaping him. It was pure roughness tonight. It felt like he wasn’t just seeking an outlet. It was as if he was punishing me, although I couldn’t discern the reason. I hadn’t invited those men inside. I was the one who almost lost my life, yet his cock thrust in and out of me with forceful strokes that left me disoriented. I wasn’t quite ready to accommodate him comfortably, and it felt invasive as he penetrated me. Yet something unusual was happening. Despite the discomfort, the sensation was building within me. It was a fiery, simmering intensity, sending tingles throughout my entire body. Could I be climaxing from this? I began to whimper into the gag as his cock continued to pound into me. Jared’s sounds seemed to double in volume as I struggled to breathe with the restricted airflow. However, the boiling sensation was spreading. I grew almost fearful of it, as I shouldn’t have enjoyed this. I was supposed to be nothing more than a toy to be used. That was the agreement I had made with myself. I tried to pull away slightly, which prompted Jared to laugh. He pulled me back, thrusting even deeper, reaching the very end of my passage, causing me to let out a small scream.
“Where do you think you’re going, my little slut? Didn’t you ask for this?” he growled darkly before increasing the pace even more.
I could do nothing more than submit and whimper, the gag growing wetter from my saliva and feeling increasingly suffocating. However, I could barely focus on the discomfort. An orgasm had begun to envelop me, electrifying every nerve, creating a paradise of pleasure that surged within me. I screamed and pushed back against Jared, wanting his punishing thrusts. How could he do this to me? How could my body betray me like this? But I couldn’t stop myself from enjoying the fiery pleasure coursing through me as he continued to ravage me until he reached his own climax, filling me with his release that mixed with my own, sliding down my thighs. Fuck, it felt as though something had entirely shattered within me. As if my body was weeping. Jared slowly descended from his own high, emitting a dark chuckle.
“I’ll need a second shower. You’ve soaked me,” he informed me before withdrawing and slapping my ass cheek. “Seems you really enjoy it when it hurts.”
I felt an urge to respond but remained still. Even after Jared removed the fabric, relieving me of the sensation of suffocation, I stayed silent. I kept my eyes down, but Jared grabbed my chin, turning my head to face him. I could feel his eyes on me, but he didn’t utter a word. He released me and then unlocked one of the handcuffs, pulling me to my feet. He guided me over to the couch, pressing me down so that I lay on my stomach. He effortlessly stretched out my arms, sliding one cuff around the couch leg. He then secured my hands together once more, and I stared at him in disbelief.
“You’re cuffing me to the couch?”
“I don’t have a cage here,” he remarked, his satisfaction evident in his smile.
He watched me expectantly, clearly awaiting my protest. However, the small voice in my head emerged, silencing me. Why shouldn’t he cuff me here? It’s not as if he wanted to cuddle with me all night. Neither of us would enjoy that. It would be a punishment for both of us. However, as I pressed my lips together, I noticed Jared narrowing his eyes.
“What?” he inquired.
“What?”
He regarded me with suspicion, as if he couldn’t quite discern what was different, but I remained silent until I felt the chill envelop my body and the cum slide out of me.
“Can I have a towel and a blanket?” I asked, my voice curiously sweet.
Jared stood up, crossing his arms, his naked form right in front of me. While I had seen him naked many times by now, I found myself in an unusually vulnerable position that made this situation even more perplexing. I glanced down, but then Jared moved, retrieving the towel I had used from the ground. He walked past me again, then spread my legs open. It felt extremely degrading to be cleaned by him while being restrained. What was worse was that he covered me with the cum-soaked towel. When I glanced at him, glaring at him, he smiled, anticipating my resistance, but I kept my lips sealed, instead uttering a thousand curses in my head. His smile faded when he noticed I wasn’t pushing back, but why would he want me to? Didn’t he desire an obedient slave? We locked eyes for a while longer before he released a sigh and turned to the bed. He used the other towel to clean himself off before slipping into bed, ready to sleep. I was leaning a little over the edge of the couch, with only half of my back and ass covered by the slightly damp, cum-smeared towel. It wasn’t a comfortable position, but I knew Jared wasn’t going to offer to let me sleep without the cuffs. As he had pointed out, there was no cage to confine me. So, I placed my head down on the couch, closing my eyes. I didn’t think I would get much sleep, but I was utterly exhausted, and sleep found me almost immediately.
Chapter 7
-Jared-
The world had taken on a bleak, gray hue. Everything appeared distorted, sounds echoing loudly in my ears. My vision had narrowed to a tunnel, fixated on one person in particular: Alison. She stood there, a gun pressed against her temple, her eyes imploring me to rescue her. I would reach her. I couldn’t let any harm befall her. No one would lay a finger on her.
“Release her!” I demanded, my own gun aimed at the man who had her in his grasp.
He laughed, seemingly undisturbed by my threat. “Or what?”
