Page 20 of Corruption
“What are you planning?” His words weren’t a question. They were a statement.
“I’m being good, Master. Isn’t that what you wanted?” I replied coolly.
I could sense how my refusal to snap at Jared, to fight him, only seemed to fuel his anger further. He roughly pushed me to the side, causing me to land on my stomach with my legs sprawled over his. His hand descended swiftly and forcefully onto my ass, and I couldn’t stifle the loud groan of pain that escaped me.
“Fuck!” I exclaimed.
“I don’t believe you, Alison. There is nothing truthful about you. Your lies are what led you into this. Either you cease this game now, or you will regret it,” he warned me.
“I’m just being—”
“Complete that sentence, and I will lock you outside this room, naked,” he threatened.
I fell silent almost instantly. Being placed outside this room on display was a fate worse than his neighbors’ prying eyes. The energy in this house felt dangerous, and I’d be vulnerable to anyone residing there. I might have been exposed to his neighbors, people I had likely encountered on the street before, but at least a wall separated us. If Jared were to kick me out of this room, I’d be at the mercy of the wolves. So, I couldn’t push him any further. I simply lay there, too afraid to move. Jared pushed my legs away, causing me to roll from the couch to the floor. I groaned but didn’t fall far. I turned my head, peering over the small coffee table to see Jared rummaging through one of the bags on the floor. When he turned, I leaned my head back and sighed. It was another plug, and this one was even larger. He was progressing through the sizes rapidly, determined to claim my ass as quickly as possible. But if he thought he could make me enjoy it, he was sorely mistaken.
“Up,” he commanded.
“Yes, Master,” I grumbled, using the couch to push myself up.
“Bent over the armrest.”
I moved to the armrest, continuing to play the obedient little slave. Jared came up behind me, and I heard him squirt lube onto the plug before his coated fingers touched my asshole. I pushed forward, not wanting this, but he tossed the lube aside and grasped my hip, pulling me back.
“Denying me now?” he asked, amused, almost as if he wanted me to resist.
“No, Master...” I whispered, forcing myself to remain still as two of his fingers worked their way into my asshole. “Ah, shit!”
It didn’t hurt, but it was an intrusion, and I couldn’t help but resist a little. However, the lube helped his fingers slip inside, stretching me. I groaned into the couch, attempting to accept having my asshole stretched even wider. Once he had sufficiently coated me, the plug replaced his fingers.
“Fuck, you’re never going to get your cock in there,” I panted as the plug was eased in between my cheeks and then lodged in place, its flared base keeping it securely there.
“But you’re doing so well, my little slut. Look how well you took that,” he mocked me. He gave my ass a gentle tap, aiming for the plug, which made me push forward as I felt the strange sensation inside me. Jared laughed as he went to the bathroom to clean up. I remained bent over the armrest, breathing through this unfamiliar feeling. While I claimed to hate it, it wasn’t disgust I felt. It was simply the newness of the sensation that made it somewhat unpleasant. My body was becoming increasingly familiar with it, and after a few moments, it relaxed around the device. I pushed up slightly, resting on my hands and testing the waters. When I experienced no discomfort, only an almost teasing sensation, I pushed the rest of the way up. When Jared returned, he looked much more relaxed, knowing I had been able to handle a larger size. I tried to refrain from glaring at him, though I knew I was doing a poor job.
“Now, food,” he insisted before returning to the bags again. To my surprise, he didn’t pull out a humiliating maid outfit or lingerie this time. Instead, he retrieved something that left me unsure of how to feel.
“Absolutely not!” I burst out, eyeing the cream dress with no straps that was so short that even the slightest bend would give anyone around an inadvertent show. However, it wasn’t the dress’s shortness that irked me while it was in Jared’s hands. No, it was because he was invading yet another cherished memory. That was the dress I had worn to the party where Warren proposed. My mother had despised it because, truthfully, it was nothing more than a provocative dress unfit for public wear. But on that day, I had wanted to be bold. Warren and I were still deeply infatuated with each other, and I relished in teasing him because I knew how wild it drove him. Yet now, Jared was using it against me. I wondered how much of my clothing he had stolen.
“What? Don’t want to wear it?” he taunted.
“Just put me in another maid outfit!” I protested. “Or better yet, use my school uniform!”
“You do look good in it.”
“Pervert,” I muttered.
“What was that?” he asked with a cruel smile.
“Nothing,” I ground out between gritted teeth, but he dangled the dress in front of me like a taunt. “No!”
“Yes.”
“No!”
Yes, the voice insisted as Jared nodded. I couldn’t believe I actually agreed to this, but the guilt still gnawing at me compelled me to walk forward and take the dress. Jared seemed almost surprised that he didn’t have to force me into it. He knew precisely what this meant. He wasn’t just imposing on my honeymoon. Now, he was taking away a significant day from my past. What would be next? Him ravishing me in my wedding dress too? I inwardly chided myself not to give him any ideas before slipping into the dress. I then turned my back to him so he could zip it up.
“And now I’m to bend over something?” I taunted, unable to resist pushing back slightly.
“No, as I said, I’m hungry.”
