Page 12 of Corruption
“You just can’t leave those questions alone.”
“This wasn’t about tonight,” I reminded him. “Can’t I ask questions about our arrangement?”
Jared pondered for a moment, then shrugged with an air of indifference. Yet he remained in place, a prolonged silence stretching between us as we locked eyes.
“Well, are you waiting for something?” I prodded.
“Does my little slut need me that badly?” he asked, a smirk curling his lips. “You’re practically begging me to join you.”
“You said that I had 10 minutes.”
“There’s still a minute left,” he informed me, “But stay there, and I will have you pressed up against the wall in no time. I need a fucking outlet for all this stress you put me under.”
“Me?” I exclaimed, confused.
“Choose, Alison. In or out?” he insisted, still not explaining how I had caused him any stress. Tonight, I was not the one playing James Bond.
My anger grew, but I refrained from sending a snarky reply his way. Instead, I stepped out of the shower, grabbed a towel, and wrapped it around myself. However, when I tried to pass Jared, he extended his arm, blocking my path.
“I guess you’re going back on your word again,” I murmured.
“Back on my word?”
“You said that if I reached the room, you wouldn’t fuck me.”
“But I caught you,” he countered with a smile.
I sighed, refusing to rehash the entire incident. While the cane had certainly left bruises on my body, I was well aware that I had brought that upon myself, and I couldn’t deny that he had brought me to such intense pleasure, I despised myself more than words could express.
“So, what’s the problem? Can’t I just go back to the room?” I inquired.
Jared sighed, looking weary, which bewildered me. “I’m still injured.”
“I didn’t stab you!”
“I’m not accusing you of anything, but it’s painful for me to lift my arm. You need to undress me,” he instructed.
“I’m what?”
“You need to undress me,” he ordered, his dark voice allowing no room for discussion. As I opened my mouth to protest, he silenced me with a warning in his eyes. I knew what would happen if I attempted to tell him he was on his own. Plus, the nagging voice of guilt grew louder, reminding me that undressing him was the least I could do. I tightened the towel around myself and reached out to unbutton his shirt. I concentrated on the buttons, handling them one by one, yet I had the uncanny feeling of being watched. When I glanced up, I was taken aback by the way Jared was looking at me. I had never seen that look in his eyes before. It made me pause with the last button between my fingers.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” I whispered.
“Like what?” He feigned innocence, but the expression in his eyes was too unsettling for me to ignore. It wasn’t anger or resentment, nor was it the usual dark, sinister look he gave me just before subjecting me to humiliating acts. His gaze seemed almost tender, although I knew it had to be a product of my imagination. Jared hated me, and I despised him. Hatred defined our relationship. Hatred, and now, blood. So I continued to focus on my task, unfastening the final button. I knew I had to be careful around the wound on his shoulder. To ensure I didn’t cause any discomfort, I helped him remove the shirt from his good arm first, then moved to the other side and gently grasped the collar, sliding the shirt down his arm. I heard him emit a small groan, but I understood that a bit of discomfort would be difficult to avoid.
“You know, there is still something called a hospital,” I muttered.
“No.”
“Of course...” I sighed, placing the shirt on the counter. When I turned to Jared, he was still looking at me expectantly. “What now?”
“Do you expect me to shower in my pants?”
“You can’t even take off your pants?” I asked.
“It doesn’t matter. Your Master commands you to take off his pants,” he instructed.
I was poised to retaliate, the fire still burning inside me, eager to assert my dominance over Jared. But the nagging voice of guilt surged forward once more, prompting me to close my mouth and drop to my knees. With trembling hands, I reached out, unbuttoning his pants and gently pulling them down. His shoes were already off, making it easier to remove his clothes. However, I couldn’t avert my eyes from the sight of his fully aroused cock, standing upright and demanding release. How could he find this situation arousing at a time like this? We had nearly lost our lives! Nevertheless, as I slid the last pant leg off him, he reached out, grabbing my hair and pulling me toward him. There were no warnings, no commands. He brought me to him, and I reluctantly admit that I was growing accustomed to being his obedient little slut. My mouth fell open involuntarily as his thick length slid deeply into my mouth, brushing against the back of my throat, making me gag. Yet he didn’t relent, forcing me to push my own limits.
