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I continued to glare at her as she left the room with her cousins following behind her. As they disappeared from sight, Alison and I turned to each other, but neither of us said a word.
Chapter 42
-Alison-
After enduring everything Jared had put me through, one might think I would have taken some satisfaction in witnessing Astrid’s actions, teaching Jared a lesson, revealing to him what it felt like to kneel and be used just as he had used me. But that wasn’t what I felt. The sight shocked me to my core as I watched him drop to his knees and pleasure her until Astrid screamed—something Jared had subjected me to. I knew I hadn’t been his only partner, but I had never witnessed him with anyone else. It felt so wrong to watch, yet I was immobilized. A gun was pressed against my face, and after Astrid left, we simply stood there, at a loss for words. It had profoundly shocked both of us, and we were grappling with the aftermath.
However, as I observed Jared, noticing the way his body trembled and the haunted look in his eyes, all I wanted was to reach out and touch him. I took a step forward, but he abruptly stormed past me.
“Jared…” I called out, hastily following him. He took the same route I had when I went to clean up, locating the bathroom and slamming the door shut before locking it. I wasn’t quick enough to stop him, my hands slamming against the door as it closed. “Jared!”
Then, I heard the sound of him retching, and I stared at the door, stunned. While I understood that he had not wanted to pleasure Astrid, I hadn’t anticipated his reaction. It didn’t last long, followed by the sound of the toilet flushing and the faucet running. I thought he would emerge shortly, but the water continued to run and minutes ticked by. Eventually, I leaned against the wall behind me, waiting for him. It felt like ages, but he finally emerged, his face dripping with water. He wiped his hand across his face, then took the leather band from my wrist and slid it onto his.
He pulled me along, and I assumed he might want to go home now. However, he walked downstairs and began collecting alcohol from any shelf he could find. He located a quiet living room and placed all the bottles on a table before unscrewing the cap of the first one and began downing its contents. I watched as the alcohol disappeared at an alarming rate and quickly lunged forward, snatching the bottle from his hand.
“Stop! You’re going to poison yourself,” I snapped.
“You don’t tell me what to do. Just stand there and be quiet!” he growled low, his anger frightening me. This wasn’t the Jared I knew. This was anger taking control, and I had never seen him like this before. Slowly, I began to understand why his reaction wasn’t a surprise at all. I watched him unscrew the cap of another bottle and begin drinking from it instead. A voice whispered in my head:remember what happened to him. This wasn’t the first time he had been assaulted, and as he consumed the alcohol, a sharp pang of sympathy struck my heart. I felt helpless watching him spiral into despair, but I couldn’t help him because he didn’t want it. I simply stood by, watching him get dangerously drunk, until Vince found us and helped me get him out of there.
I was pulled forward as I guided Jared to the bed. Still connected by the leather wristband, I stumbled onto his big body as he sprawled out, arms and legs everywhere. Strange drunken sounds escaped his lips as he lay on the bed, and I wondered if he had already fallen asleep. Then, he started clumsily undressing.
“Is warm, Addison!” he slurred while attempting to disrobe, only to become entangled in his shirt after successfully removing his jacket.
Suppressing a laugh, I reached out and began loosening his tie. “You need to get the tie off first,” I explained, taking it off and tossing it aside. Then, I helped him remove his shirt, but it got caught on our chain. Without much thought, I unclasped the band and tossed his shirt away. He fumbled with his pants, struggling with the belt.
“Addison,” he sighed.
“It’s Alison,” I corrected with a slight smile.
“That’s what I said!”
I bit my lower lip to stifle my laughter. It was a pitiful sight, I reminded myself as I assisted him in removing his shoes, socks, and pants. Once he was completely naked, I helped him get under the covers before stepping back to watch him drift off into a deep sleep within seconds. As the room grew silent and Jared slept soundly, I leaned my head back and exhaled deeply. This night had turned out far worse than I had anticipated. I knew it wouldn’t be a pleasant evening, but it had descended to depths I couldn’t have imagined.
Turning to get ready for bed myself, I felt the tug of the chain and glanced down to see that I was still connected to myself. Slowly, my eyes shifted to Jared, who was passed out on the bed, drooling slightly and dampening his pillow. My gaze then landed on the clothes strewn on the floor. I knelt down quickly, searching through his jacket. The key clinked as it hit the ground, and I grabbed it with a smile, holding it triumphantly in my hand. I unlocked the collar, letting it and the wristband fall to the ground. I heaved a sigh of relief, running my hands over my newly freed neck. Regardless of their size, collars always gave me a suffocating feeling because of what they symbolized. But now, I was free. I couldn’t help but revel in the sensation of not having a collar around my neck.
Grinning with my newfound freedom, I stood up and looked down at my unconscious Master. For a moment, I simply stood there, smiling with a sense of victory, knowing he couldn’t punish me for releasing myself. Then, a mischievous idea crossed my mind as I realized something. I moved closer to Jared, my face hovering over his.
“Jared?” I called, but he didn’t respond. I reached out, poking his cheek, and he protested with a mumbled sound but otherwise remained still. “I think my Master hits like a girl.”
I quickly retreated, but Jared continued to sleep soundly, unfazed by my insult. I knew that one would have provoked a reaction, considering how much my backside had stung from his punishments.
“You have a tiny dick?” I tried, but Jared continued to sleep peacefully. “You aren’t as scary as you think you are.”
Nothing seemed to work. He was in a deep slumber.
“Nothing,” I mused, then looked at the whole feast before me. That devilish voice in my head, the one that had already gotten me into enough trouble and had deemed Jared a delectable piece of candy I should use in my next fantasy when we first met, was suggesting something even better. It was something I knew would come back to haunt me twice as hard, but perhaps there was a lesson to be learned from tonight. It was going to hurt, but it would be worth it.
I smiled mischievously as I went to Jared’s closet and began undressing. Jared should have known better than to let his guard down around me. As they say, what goes around comes around. With the dress falling to the ground, I returned to the selection of toys he had brought from the house and grabbed a pair of leather cuffs.
“Someone is about to have their ass spanked a bright red for being so naughty, and it won’t be me,” I chuckled softly as I returned to the bedroom.
Chapter 43
-Jared-
I sensed something glide across my face, then my lips. It wasn’t a typical touch. It felt cold and exceptionally smooth. It was an annoying intrusion that disrupted my desperate need for rest. I groaned, attempting to shift away from it, but the strange sensation persisted, like an insistent insect. My head throbbed with exhaustion, and my stomach churned unpleasantly. All I wanted was to drift back into sleep, but the feeling forced me to wake up.
I slowly opened my eyes, my vision a bit blurred, and a sense of discomfort lingered in my stomach. However, my sleep-induced fog evaporated instantly when I focused on the masked figure looming in front of me, using the tip of a whip to caress my face.
