Page 29 of Corruption
I couldn’t stop it. As the seconds ticked away, I felt it, an irresistible surge of heat spreading through me like a wildfire. I transformed into a whimpering mess, climaxing while being cruelly forced to watch the timer reach its conclusion. On the screen, a goddamn spectacle unfolded, complete with tiny fireworks and a blinking congratulations.
“Oh God!” I cried out during my final throes of ecstasy as Jared surrendered to his desires inside me. His grip on my collar tightened further, and he grunted as he released himself, filling me with his cum, all the while dismantling my life. When he was done, I could discern, even in the rhythm of his breath, the satisfaction he exuded. There was a certain lightness to his panting, and his hold on my collar gradually slackened. As I slumped forward, I felt his lingering sense of triumph behind me. He leaned over, brushing my hair aside.
“Now, tell me, my good little slave, who is your Master?” he taunted in my ear.
Chapter 13
-Jared-
“Well, my little slut, who is your Master?”
I had a nagging suspicion that I might need to reveal a portion of the secrets Alison had bargained away her dignity to protect, but I wasn’t entirely certain. Up until now, she had not pushed me to such an extent. That was until she decided to slap me. True retribution was the only suitable punishment for her transgression, and I could feel her trembling beneath my grasp. I understood that it wasn’t just anger coursing through her, but also the orgasm I had coerced from her while she watched her life unravel. Those pictures were bound to raise many questions, and Alison would not be able to simply sweep it under the rug when she returned home. This was merely the start of her downfall. Alison turned her head slightly, her pretty blue eyes filled with an anger I had never witnessed before.
“What have you done?” she whispered, her voice barely audible.
“I thought that was obvious, but remember, I’m the one asking the questions here.”
I could see her inclination to fight back, but then I leaned over her, typing away on my computer and locating her fertility test results. I knew she would guard them even more, as her inability to conceive was somehow more embarrassing to her than a cheating spouse. It was an even greater source of shame, likely due to the widespread infidelity within her social circle. She shook her head vehemently.
“No, please,” she pleaded.
“Who is your Master?” I reiterated, a note of satisfaction evident in my voice.
“You! It’s you!” she exclaimed, her words escaping in short, frantic breaths, her fear of me revealing another one of her secrets obvious.
“That’s more like it.”
I snapped my laptop shut and withdrew from her, observing as our mingled juices trickled from her. I left her restrained on the bed as I stepped away to clean up before returning to the closet to dress. Alison remained in her vulnerable position, her head hung low. I approached her, running my hand over her back. She recoiled from my touch, lifting her head to glare at me.
“Hungry? There’s still time for a late lunch,” I remarked.
“I hate you,” she replied calmly.
“Yes, I’m very aware of that. Is there something new you’d like to share with me?”
“No, I truly hate you. I can’t even begin to describe the profound loathing I feel.”
“That’s all right. Your eyes say it all,” I chuckled, pointing to her fiery blue gaze.
“I want to kill you.”
“You’re not alone in that sentiment.”
My response seemed to chip away at her confidence, and I ran my hand through her hair, feeling its softness. I pushed it back slightly as I leaned closer to her. She moved away a bit but couldn’t escape much due to her outstretched arms.
“Would you have reacted differently if I hadn’t revealed that I didn’t believe you were responsible for sending that football player after me? Would you have remained an obedient slave and not uttered a word about the timer?” I asked.
She turned her head slightly, our eyes locking once more. “I wouldn’t have slapped you if you hadn’t exposed your manipulation.”
“You’re absolutely right. I played you, and I played you exceptionally well. Then, I exposed what a despicable person your husband is. Wanna bet he’ll accuse you of leaking those photos?” I taunted. “It looks like that ring of yours is heading back to the shop.”
“I can turn this around,” she insisted.
“You’ve always been so manipulative, I almost believe you might pull it off, but it won’t erase those photos. As the adults always told us, if you don’t want it out there, then don’t send the photos.”
“This is entirely different! You’re using them against me!”
“Nudes are used against people all the time,” I countered. “Now, back to my question. Are you hungry?”
