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“I told you that you couldn’t come,” he reminded me.
“I-It’s not my fault you’ve taught my body to crave these twisted pleasures,” I whimpered. “Oh, yes!”
Despite my earnest attempts to resist, I couldn’t hold back any longer. The pleasure consumed me, and I began to shake and whimper as I reached the peak of ecstasy, drenching him with my release. Jared grew irritated with me, pushing me forward again before throwing the gun onto the bed, ensuring that I could see it. Strangely, these elements of dominance had started to lose their effect on me. His unsettling mood was far more disturbing than the weapon that had the potential to end my life. This realization was troubling in itself, but there was no time to dwell on it.
Jared wrapped his hand around my throat while his other arm encircled my waist. He pressed himself against me, our bodies merging as he thrust deeper and harder with every motion. It was an intense and gratifying experience, yet it also brought a slight discomfort, as it felt like he was asserting complete dominance over every part of me.
“Don’t you see how disturbing it is?” he groaned in my ear. “What I have done to you?”
I struggled to focus on his words as my body betrayed me once again, eagerly preparing for another climax.
“O-Of course,” I stammered. “But you’re still fucking me. What am I supposed to do?”
“Not come!” he snarled into my ear. “You despise me! You don’t want to come.”
“Oh, Master, I can’t control it! Please, you need to stop if you don’t want me to come.”
“No.”
He thrust even faster, forcing me to defy him. I couldn’t suppress my reactions. The orgasm refused to dissipate, and I began crying out as I moved against him, with limited space to maneuver. He persisted in pushing me through the intense waves of pleasure, relentlessly targeting those exquisite spots. It grew increasingly painful as he showed no mercy.
“Please... ah, fuck... I can’t take it,” I whimpered, the sting of my own pleasure becoming overwhelming.
“I hurt you. I hurt you all the time. You hate me, right? Say you hate me!”
“Yes, of course!” I screamed. “Just stop!”
The pleasure had turned agonizing, and I needed him to ease off a bit so I could recover.
“Say it!”
“I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! Satisfied?” I growled, and Jared stopped abruptly. I let out a relieved sigh as the pleasure finally subsided, no longer scorching me. However, I could still feel his hard cock inside me. I knew he wasn’t finished with me, yet Jared pushed up, his fingers sliding up my dress. I heard the zipper gradually descending. He slipped his hand beneath, caressing my skin with his large hands, and I struggled to suppress any sounds. My dress slid down my arms as I lifted myself. Jared’s demeanor was a rollercoaster this morning, shifting from rough and cold to deliberate and teasing. One moment he was dominating me with an icy detachment, and the next, his movements were calculated, laden with seductive intent.
He pushed my dress lower, freeing my breasts before allowing the fabric to get trapped between our bodies. His hands moved upward, tracing my sides before cupping my breasts, teasing my nipples with his thumbs and coaxing a moan from my lips. His thrusts became slower, his hips rocking in shallow movements.
“Say it again,” he whispered in my ear, increasing his pace slightly.
“I hate you?” I said, a hint of uncertainty in my voice.
He nodded against me, burying his face in the crook of my neck. It seemed as though my words were both comforting and arousing to him, as he quickened his pace once more.
“Fine, I hate you.”
“More convincingly,” he urged me.
“I hate you. Words can’t describe how much I detest you!”
“Tell me how much you fantasize about the moment you are free from me.”
“I can’t wait. I can’t wait to get as far away from you as possible. It’s going to be wonderful when I never have to have anything to do with you again,” I declared. Yet, with each sentence, a painful twinge pierced my heart. It was like a small sting, and I bit my lip to distract myself from it with a different kind of pain. However, Jared’s thrusts slowed down. My words seemed to have less of an effect on him compared to the previous ones.
“Fuck, I wish I could believe you,” he whispered in my ear. “But you’re a liar, Alison, and nothing that ever comes out of your mouth is the truth.”
He pushed me forward as he withdrew, causing me to tumble onto the bed. I turned to see him walking toward the bathroom. As I reached down between my legs, I discovered nothing but the wetness of my own release. He hadn’t even finished, and then he simply walked away. Why?
Chapter 35
-Alison-
