Page 26 of Corruption
“That’s precisely how I want you.”
“What? Angry?” she screamed. “Because I am! Do you have any idea how you made me feel?”
“Do you have any idea how you made me feel? For years?” I countered.
“No, but this is so fucking wrong!”
“Yes, as if burning another kid or making him think he might have to suck off a whole team of players isn’t wrong!” I retorted.
“Well, I think you’ve exacted your revenge for that, haven’t you?” she asked, gesturing to the spot where she had just been kneeling.
“I would have stopped it, just as you did with me.”
“You’re such a mimic, it’s pitiful!” she screamed at me, finally allowing her pent-up anger to surface.
“Want to keep calling me that?”
“What else is there to call you?”
“I think my slave forgets my true title,” I reminded her, then reached out before she could stop me, looping a finger down her collar, pulling her toward me.
“Who is Master’s little slut?” I asked in a seductive tone.
Too much anger was swirling inside her for her to engage in my game. She couldn’t heed the alarm bells in her head, as all the energy she had bottled up was now in control, urging her to let it out. She pushed against me, trying to shove me back, and I was surprised by her force, taking a step back. But her resistance merely amused me. I grabbed her, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her closer to me. I pressed us tightly together before my lips descended on hers, kissing her again, well aware of how much she despised it. She detested it more than when I had sex with her. Yet, I had underestimated how deeply I had provoked Alison’s anger. In her fury, she lost all control and moved back, her hand came across my cheek faster than either of us had anticipated. It was as if time stood still as the echo of that slap reverberated in both our ears. Fear filled her eyes as she realized what she had done, yet the world seemed motionless as we both grappled with the fact that she had actually slapped me.
Chapter 12
-Alison-
This room, devoid of echoes, somehow amplified the resonance of that slap. It taunted me, warned me, and made me acutely aware that I wasn’t merely in a difficult situation. I had willingly doomed myself. I had assumed I’d only relinquished my right to say no, but it seemed I’d just signed my own death warrant. As we stood there, locked in a tense silence, a persistent voice in my head chanted,you’re so fucked. You’re so fucked.
An overwhelming energy seemed to envelop Jared, his body expanding, telling me that I had crossed a boundary I couldn’t uncross. However, given that I was already in dire straits, why not continue to defy him?
“You deserved that,” I asserted, attempting to sound more resolute than I felt.
I anticipated that he might punish me more severely, perhaps keeping that plug inside me while shoving me out of the room. I wouldn’t have been surprised if he went as far as to bring the guard back to finish what he had started. But that wasn’t his plan. To my astonishment, he began to smile—a dark, cruel smile that always signaled trouble. Jared started to push me toward the bed, and I resisted, shoving him back and wriggling about.
“Let me go!” I yelled, but he was stronger, and I ended up on my back. He seized both my wrists, pinning them above my head with a single hand. I struggled, attempting to turn my body, and a torrent of curses spilled from my lips. “You despicable bastard! I hate you! You’re disgusting, pathetic, a miserable loser!”
“Keep going,” he urged in an eerily calm tone, causing my confidence to wane, and the words ceased to flow. I quivered beneath his hold, unsettled by the cold and sinister gleam in his eyes. “What’s the matter? Weren’t you just telling me how much you despise me?”
“You’re worse than me,” I murmured, lifting my head slightly until there were only inches between our faces.
Jared lowered himself a bit, and I felt his hard cock against my stomach, prompting a groan from me and another futile attempt to squirm away.
“How can you be hard right now?”
“Because I love when you fight me,” he chuckled darkly.
“That’s sick! It’s utterly twisted! You’re deranged!” I cried out.
“It’s only getting better,” he laughed. “Vent it all out, and we can proceed with your punishment.”
“What? Going to spank me until I can’t sit down? Fuck me before I’m ready so that I’ll bleed? Come on! Just get it over with! Or better yet, summon the guard back! Apparently, I wasn’t finished with him,” I retorted. “No, no! I’ve got an even better idea. Why don’t you invite that older man with the scar down his face? You two seem to be such good friends. Shall I service him too, Master?”
My words hadn’t darkened Jared’s eyes when I mentioned the guard, but when the older man was brought into the conversation, Jared reached up, his hand closing around my throat, and he began to squeeze.
“Don’t ever suggest that again,” he warned me with deadly seriousness, rendering me utterly speechless. I noted a vulnerability, a soft spot, which I could potentially exploit. However, I clamped my lips together, resisting the urge to push harder. I knew that the punishment was inevitable, regardless of my actions.
