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“Jared... I mean, Master?”
“Hmm...” was his response, leaving me uncertain as to whether he had truly fallen asleep.
“Your wound has been tended to,” I informed him, unsure of what else to say.
Jared’s grip loosened, and he suddenly withdrew, looking at me with a hint of confusion, much like how I felt.
“Good,” he said, but then he embraced me once more before getting up.
I quickly encircled his waist, and he carried me to the bathroom, placing me on the edge of the tub.
“I’ll find some food,” he told me. “I’m confident you can manage a bath on your own.”
“If I drown, I’m sure you’ll find a nice, dark place deep in some forest to bury me, so you can conduct your satanic rituals whenever you please,” I remarked sarcastically, though a smile played on my lips.
“Don’t give me any ideas,” he warned, his own smile showing.
He moved away, exiting the bathroom, and I turned on the warm water. As I caught sight of myself in the distant mirror, I gasped at the bruises and marks on my body. They served as vivid reminders of our night together, and memories of our time together flooded my mind, sending a powerful warmth through me.
“Fuck, this is not good,” I groaned, rubbing my eyes and berating myself for finding even a hint of pleasure in being so thoroughly used. The night had truly been torture, not solely because he had marked my body but because he had made me derive enjoyment from it. “Fucking Jared.”
I lifted my head, only for a memory to rush into my mind. I quickly shifted, turning my back to the mirror. I recalled him writing something. I couldn’t quite make it out from my current position, but I slid along the edge of the tub to get closer. As I did, the words became clear. I had to squint, but slowly, I began reading the letters written above and below the heart between my shoulder blades.
“I... heart... my MASTER’S COCK?” I exclaimed. “Oh that fucking asshole!”
Chapter 27
-Alison-
I extended my hand, grasping at the empty space in front of me, envisioning it as Jared’s throat. The writing would wash off eventually. It was the sort of thing you did to a passed-out drunk person lying on a couch, drooling. But this time, Jared had inscribed this message right after he had filled my mouth and made me climax so intensely that I had drenched myself with my release. He had written this explicit statement on my back, and it infuriated me.
“Uh, oh!” I groaned in anger, so furious that I couldn’t even find the right words. I should have been relieved that he hadn’t carved it into my skin, which would have been utterly humiliating. However, finding this message scrawled on my back was no pleasant surprise either. I just hoped I could scrub it off on the first try. I turned off the water and eased into the bath. Grabbing a cloth, I began to scrub and clean, but despite my efforts, while the letters faded slightly, they were still there as I turned around. Jared suddenly walked into the bathroom, fully dressed, and noticed me partially turned. He smiled, and I shot him a glare.
“What is on my back?” I demanded.
“Do you like it?” he asked.
“No, I don’t like it! You wrote, ‘I love your cock’!”
“And don’t you? You come so hard when I fuck you, it’s almost painful,” he teased.
“I can’t even describe my anger right now! Why would you write that?” I fumed.
“Because I was trying to decide what I wanted to write.”
“What?”
“I had different ideas. ‘I love sucking my Master’s cock’, ‘I love anal’, ‘I love Jared Tyler’. You see, there were endless great options, so I’m just trying them out.”
“Before what?” I asked incredulously.
“Before we make the words permanent.”
“You’re going to get me tattooed?”
“Oh, I thought of cutting you. Maybe a tattoo would be better. We could write it in bold letters,” he taunted.
“If I could actually lift my arm and hit you, I would!” I growled.
