Page 41 of Corruption
“More food,” I instructed, and she withdrew briefly, only to repeat the cycle: feeding me, and then I, in turn, fed her. “Kiss me.”
Alison had grasped the routine by now. This time, she rested her hands on my neck, leaning over me. She seemed to want to exert a bit of control, teasing me. She allowed her tongue to dart out and trace along my lower lip, licking it. It sent delightful shivers through me, barely giving me a moment to analyze the sensation before our lips met. My hands still rested on her hips, but I felt a slight twitch in them, as if she were yearning to move against me. I smiled, pushing her closer to me before gently pushing her back, initiating a rhythm that I knew would excite her. The kiss tasted sweet due to the jam, intensifying her experience of being with me like this. However, although the kiss lingered a bit longer, she pulled back again abruptly, and I stopped guiding her hips. She looked at me with disdain in her eyes because she understood what I was doing.
“More food, Master?” she asked, her tone slightly mocking.
“Proceed.”
Alison reached behind herself, bringing the remaining toast with her. She had figured out that each time she fed me, a kiss followed. This time, she fed me piece after piece, momentarily forgetting herself, but when she had nothing left, she tried to reach for more. I intervened, hooking a finger beneath her collar and drawing her back toward me. It startled her, and a surprised gasp escaped her lips, her hands landing on my chest.
“Aren’t you forgetting something?” I inquired, my tongue flicking over my lower lip as I observed hers, conveying a clear message.
“A-Aren’t you still hungry, Master?” she asked, attempting to avoid kissing me again.
“I want that kiss first, slave. So, kiss. Me.”
“I repulse you, is this how you truly want to spend the morning?” she questioned, her voice lowering, a subtle huskiness creeping in. My hand slid lower, gliding over her ass cheek before grasping it and drawing her closer to me.
“Go on,” I urged.
Alison reluctantly drew closer, pausing just before our lips met. She closed the remaining distance achingly slowly, trying to prolong the moment. Eventually, our lips met once more. This time, I slipped my tongue into her mouth, and she moaned as our tongues entwined. My hand moved from her ass around her body, settling between her legs, teasing the wet skin.
“Ah,” she gasped against my mouth, pulling away slightly, but I still held onto her collar, so I pulled her right back to me, kissing her as my fingers teased her but didn’t target any particularly pleasurable spots. However, her hips began to make a subtle rocking motion, her own body chasing what she so clearly desired.
“That’s it, my good little slut. Drip all over your Master’s hand, let me feel how much you love my kisses,” I whispered darkly before claiming her lips once again.
“J-Jared, please,” she implored, confusion and desire mixing in her tone.
I relented, pulling back and seeing her eyes all glassy, but I wasn’t stopping for her sake. The game wasn’t over yet.
“More,” I told her, letting my hand slide away from her pussy to her hip again.
I could see that she had a hard time getting her brain to connect with her limbs, and her movements were a bit shaky as she reached behind herself, grasping a piece of pineapple. She came back to me, feeding me the piece before I instructed her to grab a piece for herself. She did, and I told her to eat it. But the moment it moved past her lips, and she had taken a single bite, I pulled her back to me. The kiss was a mix of sweetness and sourness as our lips were coated in the delightful juice. My hand slipped to her front again, finding her clit and stroking it.
“Oh, yes,” she moaned against me, making me smile as her defenses were falling away. It felt much like when I forced her to kneel outside my house. However, this time, my methods were less brutal. This time, I won her body not through punishment but through the sweet pleasure of food and my touch. Alison grew more desperate for pleasure, pressing down on me while the kiss turned rougher, both of us seeking control, but my slave couldn’t forget who her Master was. In a swift motion, I turned us, placing Alison beneath me. I pulled away, grabbed a strawberry, and dipped it in some hot chocolate. Alison stared up at me, surprised, as I let a little drizzle fall onto her lips. Her tongue darted out to lick it, and I took a bite of the strawberry, tossing the stem away before I kissed her again, the fruit mixing with the kiss, and she moaned against me. However, I didn’t let the kiss last for long again. It was meant to be overwhelming, distracting, never giving her enough time to put up her defenses, and it was working.
I grabbed the glass of juice, taking a sip before leaning over her again. This time she reached for me, pushing up to meet me, and I allowed the slightly sour fluid to slide into her mouth, feeling her swallow and hearing the pleasurable sigh that followed. We were growing desperate for each other with each passing moment. Alison had forgotten it was all a game, but I was more than aware.
I pulled back, tossing my t-shirt aside. Alison’s hands moved to my pants, quickly opening them, but I pushed her back by placing a hand on her chest and keeping her in place. I reached for the melted chocolate again, letting it drip onto her chest and down between her breasts, tracing a path down her stomach and stopping just before her pussy. I moved up again, letting some drip onto her nipples as well, and she let out a pleasurable moan. I set the chocolate aside before leaning down to lick her chest clean, then moved to her nipple. She wriggled against me, the delightful sensation filling her body and making her desperate for more. I moved to the other, sucking hard before running my tongue over her skin.
“God!” she cried out, surrendering herself to the intoxicating sensations.
I trailed my tongue down her stomach, savoring the exquisite blend of chocolate and Alison’s unique flavor. Her legs parted, and I licked along her soaked skin. Her body betrayed her, craving me despite her reluctance. More slickness flowed from her, tracing a path toward her asshole. I teased her pussy with my tongue before gently sucking on her clit, pushing her closer to the edge, but I wasn’t ready to let her climax just yet.
“Oh, please,” she panted as I continued my teasing assault on her sensitive core. “Master!”
“Would you like to come, my eager little slut?” I teased, my mouth never leaving her, pushing her to respond.
“Yes! Please!”
“You’ll only come on my cock,” I playfully admonished her.
“Then fuck me!” Her desperate plea caught me off guard. I hadn’t expected her to blurt it out, but her defenses had crumbled completely. My little game had worked far better than I anticipated. I withdrew, hearing her whimper her frustration. I quickly turned her over, getting her onto her hands and knees. I discarded my pants, my hands gripped her hips, and in one smooth motion, I plunged all the way into her wet pussy.
“Ah! Yes!” she cried out as I entered her, her inner muscles gripping me so tightly it took every ounce of my self-control not to climax instantly. I held onto her tightly, mentally finding anything repulsive to maintain my composure. Then, I started moving inside her, pulling back before thrusting deeply. The rhythmic sounds of our bodies meeting filled the room, mingling with our ragged breaths.
“Master, may I come?” Her pleas shook me. What had I reduced Alison to? Was she even aware of her own behavior? I had assumed my roughness was the key to her submission, but her desperate imploring made me realize what she truly craved. She had said her husband never pleasured her. Did he even bring her to climax, or was their sexual life as artificial as her daily existence?
I slid my hand higher, tangling my fingers in her hair and pulling her toward me. She pushed up from the couch as I continued to thrust into her. I wrapped my hand around her throat, squeezing gently as I whispered into her ear.
