Page 79 of Corruption
“Put it on,” Jared ordered.
A long dress came hurtling toward me, shrouding my face and obstructing my vision. I tugged it down, revealing Jared standing in the doorway of his closet, clad in a sleek, all-black suit. His appearance was undeniably striking, yet the somber mood that enveloped him cast a shadow over his good looks. He hadn’t spoken to me all day, not even spending a moment in the room until he returned in the evening to dress in silence. His peculiar behavior made it increasingly challenging to discern the appropriate way to interact with him. However, I understood the wisdom in not challenging a direct command.
Reluctantly, I shed the shirt I had borrowed from his closet, replacing it with the elegant, floor-length dress more suited to a gala. The dress, a deep shade of red, featured delicate straps, a plunging V-neckline, and a thigh-high slit. It was undeniably beautiful, but I couldn’t fathom why I was wearing it.
“Another game?” I ventured.
“No, dinner,” Jared replied curtly.
“Are we playing the married couple again?” I probed.
“No, we are having dinner.”
“What?” I exclaimed, bewildered by his statement. Yet he approached me, brandishing a pair of red shoes. I took them from him and began to fasten them onto my feet, securing the straps around my ankles before rising to my feet. As I stood, I noticed something startling in Jared’s hand.
“Is that...?” I began.
“The key to your collar,” he confirmed.
“But why are you—”
“Turn around,” he interjected.
Complying with his instruction, I felt him unlock the collar, sending a shock through me as the snug leather loosened and slipped away, guided by his hands. I extended my own hand, running my fingers along my slightly sweaty skin, a sense of relief washing over me. Jared deposited the collar on the coffee table and then extracted something from his pocket, prompting a frustrated groan from me.
“You can’t be serious?” I protested.
“Tonight, you may not be Master’s Slut, but you will still be reminded of your place, slave,” he asserted. He held up the much smaller collar, featuring a lock in the front that attached to a golden chain, with a small black leather ring at the other end—this end lacked a lock. Jared reached out, securing the petite collar around my neck. It resembled a regular choker and might have been mistaken for part of my outfit if not for the golden chain. He locked this new collar in place, tucking the key into his pocket. Then he held up the other end of the collar, ensuring I observed as he slid that part around his wrist.
“My God,” I whispered. I had believed the thick collar with its inscribed letters was humiliating, but this was an entirely new level. I had been quite literally chained like a dog. “Can’t I wear the other collar?”
“No. I can’t have you running off, doggy.”
“You’re insufferable,” I growled, but as Jared turned, I was abruptly yanked forward. He ushered us into the closet, positioning us directly in front of the mirror, granting me a clearer perspective. Placing me in front of him, Jared pressed his front closely against my back. As he gazed at our reflection in the mirror, a familiar dark smile slowly crept onto his lips.
“Fuck, it looks even better than I had imagined,” he murmured before sliding his hand beneath my dress. “Do you like it?”
“I-I hate it,” I stammered as his fingers glided over my wet flesh, setting my core ablaze with anticipation.
“I bet we can make you like it. It looks damn perfect.”
Jared continued to toy with my senses, his fingers teasingly tracing over my intimate part before brushing ever so lightly against my clit. The sensation sent me lurching forward, seeking support. My hands landed on the mirror, and the sight before me was undeniably provocative. It shouldn’t have looked so alluring, the collar around my throat, the chain connecting to his hand that was teasing my pussy, but it did. Sweet feelings coursed through me, threatening to ignite into an inferno. However, Jared was merely warming me up to the visual spectacle. He withdrew his hand, bringing his fingers to my lips, compelling me to suck them clean before seizing a handful of my hair and pulling it gently.
“I think your hair should be up tonight. Let’s make sure everyone sees who you belong to.”
“Who is ‘everyone’?” I inquired.
Jared remained silent. Now that he had me collared and tied to him, he could simply walk away, and I was obliged to follow, being tugged forward. I emitted a small groan. Being dragged around in such a manner was distinctly uncomfortable. He escorted me to the bathroom, granting me permission to prepare myself. As we left again, I anticipated his movements and followed suit, avoiding the sudden jerks. We departed from the bedroom and walked through the hallway before making our way down the staircase. The man I had yet to be introduced to awaited us at the foot of the staircase, flanked by two guards, one of whom I had nearly been ordered by Jared to pleasure. The man at the forefront fixed his gaze upon us with a look that sent shivers of fear coursing through me. I froze at the mere sight, but my connection to Jared forced me to continue moving. I stumbled slightly and reached out for support, ending up just behind Jared.
“Can’t leave the pet at home tonight, son?” the man asked.
“No, Vince, I can’t,” Jared replied with a sinister smile.
“Is that wise?”
“No, but I’m going to do it anyway.”
“At least you’re aware of your own foolish actions,” Vince sighed before shifting his attention to me. “Don’t say a word. Do you understand?”
