Page 43 of Corruption
“You haven’t lost your mind. You’re fine,” I whispered to myself, my voice weak. “You’re fine. You hate him.”
But my voice carried so little conviction that it only made the situation worse. I quickly rinsed off, wrapped myself in a towel, and hoped I could keep it on. I needed that barrier of clothing to separate us. When I returned, Jared was still standing, but he gestured to the couch where we had just fucked. I didn’t want to, but I sat down.
“Eat. I bet you’re still hungry too,” he teased, and I shot him a glare. However, I feared that if I opened my mouth right now, I might make him angry enough to reveal another secret. I reached out and grabbed some food, eating it slowly. Yet the silence didn’t last for long.
“Does your husband really not make you come anymore?” Jared inquired.
I started coughing, choking on the food I had just bitten into. I hastily grabbed the juice but could only manage a sip as it reminded me of its previous use. I set it aside and turned my glare toward Jared.
“He pleases me just fine,” I retorted with a sharp edge to my voice.
“Just fine doesn’t sound great. It’s like a ‘meh’. Pleasant, but not mind-blowing. It doesn’t rock your world. It doesn’t make you scream or announce when you’re coming,” Jared pointed out.
“Maybe I just don’t want to discuss what my husband and I do with the man I’m having an affair with!” I snarled.
“Well, you did admit that he doesn’t make you come anymore just a moment ago,” Jared reminded me.
“Then why ask?” I snapped.
“Because I enjoy seeing how much it annoys you that I can make you beg for an orgasm. But I already know your husband doesn’t go down on you, and apparently, he doesn’t even take the time to warm you up. Does he just go in all dry?” he teased, forcing me into this humiliating conversation while establishing himself as the superior lover.
“You’re the one who makes me dry,” I shot back.
“Is that why you get so wet that even your asshole gets drenched?” My face wasn’t just burning. It was ablaze as he continued to highlight mortifying facts that were excruciatingly difficult to deny, especially when he had just had his tongue all up in my pussy.
“Just answer,” he demanded.
“I did answer!”
“I want to hear you say that he doesn’t satisfy you when you’re completely aware of your own actions and aren’t in an orgasm-induced haze.”
“Will that make your cock seem bigger?” I retorted.
“You already know it’s big. You choke on it every time you try to take me into your mouth,” he countered with that infuriating smirk.
“You’ve changed,” I whispered angrily. “You weren’t always this cruel.”
“Maybe that’s because I never had the chance. Now you don’t have your minions around. We’re not in school anymore, and you chose to protect a cheating husband, giving me leverage over you. You dug your own grave.”
“Or perhaps you should have sought therapy and moved on from the past,” I retorted.
“Yes, because years of torment should just go unpunished. Now, answer.”
“That’s the healthy approach.”
“Answer, Alison,” he ordered, his tone dark and demanding.
I glared at him, but deep down, I knew he wouldn’t let this go. One way or another, Jared would get what he wanted, and it seemed I had inadvertently taught him too well.
“No, he doesn’t fulfill my needs anymore. That’s why vibrators were invented. Husbands often fall short,” I snapped, earning a smile from Jared.
“When did it start to go stale?”
“Why does that matter?”
“I just want to know how long you endured endless unsatisfying sex,” he prodded.
“When a psychopath forced me to sign away my right to refuse,” I replied sarcastically.
