Page 28 of Corruption
“Well, I know you too,” I retorted.
“I don’t think you really do. Or did you not scream at me yesterday, ‘who are you?’,” he countered, and I had to agree with his point. I had been utterly taken aback to witness this new side of him. I hadn’t believed he was capable of killing, but he had taken two lives right before my eyes, displaying no shock at seeing someone die, suggesting he had done it before.
“Well, I haven’t had the same opportunity as you to delve into all your dark secrets,” I reminded him.
“Secrets! Exactly!” he exclaimed, leaving me bewildered.
“What?”
At that moment, Jared finished typing. He was slower with only one hand to use, but when he was finished, he placed something right in front of me. It was a timer, but as he scrolled down, I noticed pictures of my husband balls deep in the woman Jared claimed he had raped. I turned to Jared, my expression one of fear.
“W-Why are we watching this?”
“Because in five minutes, those pictures will go public. Your friends, colleagues, and even strangers will learn your husband cheated on you. Don’t worry, I have her permission to use the pictures as long as I blurred her face,” Jared informed me.
“That wasn’t the part I was concerned about! Jared, stop this!” I demanded, tugging on my restraints.
“I know you believed I was bluffing about revealing one of your dirty secrets if you pushed too hard. Now it’s time I proved just how serious I am. And should you choose to slap me again, another secret will be exposed, and then another, and another, and another,” he warned with a chillingly satisfied smile, suggesting he might have a few screws loose. However, what shocked me even more was that he began undressing.
“W-What are you doing?” I stammered.
“You’re mine, Alison, because you chose to bury yourself in those dirty secrets,” he reminded me, tossing aside his t-shirt before unbuttoning and discarding his pants, along with his underwear. His hard cock stood proudly, ready for release. He encircled himself with his hand, stroking with a desperate longing, all while I was rendered powerless in more ways than one. Not only was I forced to kneel on the bed, my arms outstretched and slightly bent forward, unable to escape, but I was also forced to watch a part of my life unravel before my eyes.
“Jared, end this now!” I demanded, as he reluctantly released himself with a soft hiss, craving that release with an urgency that was obvious.
I felt the bed shift as he moved behind me. His hand slid down my back and over my ass, then sought out my pussy, teasing my clit and causing my body to jerk forward.
“Jared!”
“Wrong name,” he reminded me, his touch a bewildering mix of warmth, desperation, and anger.
“Okay, okay, Master, I’ve learned my lesson, just stop the timer!” I pleaded.
“No, I’m going to fuck you while we watch your life crumble, and you’re going to climax as the timer reaches zero.”
“What?”
“We’re both going to find satisfaction in watching your pristine image tarnished by just a few pictures,” he taunted.
“Jared, please, end this!” I implored. “Don’t… Ah!”
He didn’t wait for further discussion, plunging into me without warning, his grip firm on my hips as he pounded into me at a frenetic pace. While my position was anything but comfortable, Jared’s intent was clear: he wanted me to reach climax while watching that timer tick down. With 1 minute and 30 seconds remaining, he savored the moment, thrusting vigorously and making my arms stretch as I was tossed back and forth by his forceful movements. His dark groans and light chuckles filled the room as he continued to possess me through my worst nightmare.
“Jared!”
“You’re so bad at this,” he laughed.
“Master, God, whoever you want to be, just stop! I went too far. I will never slap you again!” I promised, tears welling up in my eyes. But the worst part was that I wasn’t crying due to the pain or the timer’s countdown. While I felt desperate for this to end, my voice was losing power because my body dissolved into a sweet mess, yearning only for the thrusting of his cock inside me.
“Master…” I hadn’t meant to moan his title, but I couldn’t stop it as the sensations intensified in my lower abdomen, and my head drooped forward.
Jared reached out, clutching my collar and pulling it back to ensure I was gazing at the screen.
“30 seconds left,” he taunted. I tugged at my restraints, still thinking I could prevent this revelation from being unleashed, but Jared adjusted his hips, striking a spot within me that made me frantic.
“Ah, yes! I mean no!” I groaned, hearing how much he relished every moment of it. “Just… ah, stop it!”
“Fuck, it’s too late,” he declared, his voice waning as he neared climax.
