Page 44 of Corruption
Jared chuckled and shook his head. “Answer.”
“When the affairs began.”
“And why did they begin?” he asked. “You do satisfy him, don’t you?”
“I satisfy him, but we both know why the affairs began. It’s not rocket science. Even today, women are often valued for just one thing, and I’m not talking about sex,” I said, my voice laced with pain that I couldn’t conceal. I turned away, unwilling to delve into this painful part of my life that I would always be measured against. Why, even today, were women only seen as valuable if they could bear children? Weren’t we individuals with worth beyond that? However, I had never voiced these questions aloud. It was easier to plaster on a smile and let people see only the polished surface, rather than the flawed reality beneath.
“You’re aware that there’s something called divorce,” he stated, causing me to turn my head toward him. I was surprised that he didn’t use this newfound knowledge to further wound me by agreeing that I was somehow inadequate for not being able to bear a child.
“Yes, and oh, the scandal. Besides, everyone would want to know why I divorced him. You’re holding that very knowledge over my head, so you know I don’t want it to come out,” I reminded him.
“Is it better to be miserable for the rest of your life, then?” he asked.
“Everything else is running smoothly. Besides, our families are good friends as well. I wouldn’t exactly be able to escape him. And when everyone learns of who failed in the marriage, how much warmth do you think I will receive?” I asked. “Do you think they will take my side?”
“He cheated on you,” Jared pointed out.
“But in this world, somehow the man always comes out on top. A cheater can be excused when they know his wife can’t carry his child. I can already hear the excuses. ‘Oh, he simply needed a whole woman’, ‘she could have just let him have a child with someone else’, ‘if she truly loved him, she would love him through his slipups’. Tell me, can’t you already hear it as well?” I pushed.
“Well, I don’t come from your world,” he reminded me.
“But you know it. You know what those people are like, and you know how our society still views women. We haven’t come that far from how it used to be. Now women just have the option of walking away if they want to, but it’s not without their name getting dragged through the mud,” I snapped.
Jared watched me with an unexpected expression on his face. The words flowed from my mouth, carrying anger I had harbored for so long. Somehow, it was easier telling Jared. He already knew so much, and he would find the answers he wanted, whether I chose to speak or not. Or maybe it was because I knew that once the month was up, we could simply forget it all.
“What? Why are you looking at me like that?” I asked.
“No reason. You just admitted more than I expected,” he replied.
“It’s not like you wouldn’t have pressed for information.”
“I wouldn’t have known to ask for that,” he pointed out.
“Sure,” I mocked, and he smiled before swallowing the last bite of his food.
“Finish up quickly,” he ordered me. “Because I won’t be back for a while.”
“Where will you be?”
Something flickered in his eyes, a brief moment of hesitation, but then he raised an eyebrow.
“Right, that was a question,” I mumbled.
“Good slave,” he teased, and I quickly loaded up on the food before he instructed me to stand. “Off with the towel.”
I let it fall, but surprisingly, he threw some panties to me. They were a sensual shade of purple, almost see-through. I looked at him, puzzled.
“What are you waiting for?” he asked.
I put them on as he moved all the bags to the closet, clearing the space in front of the coffee table before walking over to the bed.
“Bend over it,” he told me.
I did as he instructed, bending over the end of the bed. I could hear the squirt of lube. I knew I wasn’t getting out of having my ass trained again today. I felt him grab the tiny string of the panties, pushing it to the side before he began inserting the insistent toy into my back entrance. It was so well lubricated that there was no fighting it. It slipped in faster than I was ready for, causing me to groan into the bed as it found its place inside me.
“You’re getting better at this, my good little slut,” he praised before mocking me further by kissing one of my ass cheeks and then letting the panties fall into place.
“I can barely breathe with these things inside me,” I panted, lifting my head so he could hear me.
