Page 27 of Corruption
“If there’s a hell, you’ve got a one-way ticket,” I warned him.
“Perhaps we’ll go there together,” he teased, a wicked glint in his eye. “You’re no saint, after all.”
“Just get it over with. But for once, be creative,” I implored.
He laughed again. “Creative. Of course. Whatever you desire.”
He moved away from me, allowing me to recline on the bed, which left me somewhat bewildered. Propped up on my elbows, I observed as Jared retrieved some restraints from his bag. I sighed, fully aware of what was to come. Without complaint, I extended both of my hands toward him as he approached, then turned them, presenting two defiant middle fingers.
“You really don’t know when to quit, do you?” he remarked.
“I thought you said you wanted me to resist you.”
“Fight me, yes, but don’t be bratty,” he cautioned, leaning in closer. “Or slap me. The next time that happens, everything you hold dear is going to crumble.”
“What does that mean?” I asked, but he didn’t offer a response.
He took one of my wrists, sliding a leather cuff around it, and then had me shift with him to the top of the bed, securing it to the pole. Next, he moved to the other side, fastened the second wrist, and left me entirely stretched out, which caused my shoulders to ache.
“Comfortable?” he teased.
“Obviously not!”
“Good.”
Jared circled behind me, and I attempted to turn my head to see what he had in store, but what he retrieved from one of the bags was far from what I had expected. It wasn’t an oversized dildo or a whip for some sadistic use. Instead, he brought his laptop. His laptop? Jared returned, then began typing away on it while standing beside me. He noticed my gaze fixed on him and turned his head, offering a cruel smile.
“Are we watching porn together now?” I mocked. “Or do you possess a secret recording of me in the shower?”
“Now, that would be something, wouldn’t it?”
“I wouldn’t put it past you to have installed cameras in my house too,” I snarled.
“Who’s to say I didn’t?” he mused, making me narrow my eyes at him as he glanced my way.
“Just tell me what you’re up to.”
“You seem to have forgotten why you and I are reluctantly tied together by that little contract of mine.”
“You say it as if you were forced to sign it, when we both know I’m the only unfortunate soul here,” I sarcastically retorted.
“True, I wasn’t coerced, but you’ve still forgotten what landed you in this predicament.”
“Yes, I know! I covered up for a man-child and a cheater who would never extend the same courtesy to me! That’s how desperate I am to keep everything together,” I admitted.
“Oh, so you finally agree he’s a cheater?” Jared inquired, his smile sly as he asked.
“I never said he wasn’t. I said he had ceased the affairs.”
“But your trust was shattered, or you wouldn’t get tested regularly,” he reminded me.
“It’s always good to be cautious.”
“Perhaps, but it doesn’t erase what he did, or that you still defended a rapist.”
“How many times must I—”
“Say he isn’t?” Jared interjected. “You could utter it a million times, and I still wouldn’t believe you, because I know you.”
