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“No, I want you to thank me for making you come. Remember to make it sweet and add ‘Mistress’ at the end,” she ordered.
I shook my head, letting out a sigh, and allowed my head to fall back.
“Okay, the game is stopping now.”
I turned my body, swiftly moving Alison to the side. She let out a surprised squeal as she landed on the bed. I pulled back, sliding out of her. Then I twisted, the narrow gap between the cuffs not allowing me to turn far, but I was determined to free myself from this if Alison wasn’t going to release me. She had enjoyed her fun, but it was time to revert to our usual roles.
“Jared, stop!” she implored urgently. “You’re going to break your arm if you pull like that!”
“You’d be surprised at what my body can endure,” I retorted.
Alison’s anxiety was obvious as I continued to pull, the bed creaking and groaning under the strain. She grew increasingly concerned, but I pressed on. It was time to remind my little slut of her place. My body trembled with exertion, and the bed protested even louder.
“Wait! Stop! Just stop!” Alison relented, her worry becoming too much to bear. She jumped forward and began to release me. The moment I was free, the restraints fell away, I removed the collar on my cock and seized the opportunity to assert control. I grabbed her hair with a force that elicited a loud wince from her, and then I brought her close to me, leaning down so our faces were mere inches apart.
“You’ve been very bad, my little slut. It’s time your Master reminds you who’s in charge,” I growled darkly before tossing her onto the bed and swiftly turning her onto her stomach. A resounding smack on her ass made her scream and curl up, but I caught her ankle and yanked her toward me.
“Come here,” I demanded with a sinister chuckle as I pulled her to the edge of the bed. My tie lay on the floor nearby, and I straddled her legs. I brought her arms behind her back and expertly bound her wrists together. The beast within me reveled in the sight of Alison finally beneath me. Her games had been amusing, but I had no intention of letting her push me to the brink of begging and thanking her as if she were now my Mistress. No, I had allowed her to play for a while because I was momentarily bewildered by how pleasurable it had felt. However, we were returning to our familiar roles, and it was exhilarating to be back in control.
Alison squirmed beneath me as I admired the handprint forming on her ass. I reached out and firmly grasped her ass cheeks, kneading the soft flesh. She whimpered into the bed, but those panties drew my attention to her ass in an entirely new way. I tugged on the string between her cheeks, ripping it away from her body, and repeated the same with her minuscule, see-through bra that provided no real support. It was merely designed to tease a man. With Alison now naked before me, I knew precisely what I wanted to do with her tonight, but first things first. I reached for the knife she had used on me, and as she noticed the blade, her eyes widened in alarm.
Chapter 45
-Alison-
I lay on the bed, my body aching, blood seeping from my wound, and his cum still coating my throbbing pussy. He had subjected me to a series of stinging spanks on my ass after cutting me with that knife, and then he left me alone, bleeding and sore. I listened to the faint sounds of his movements in the closet, mirroring what I had done to him earlier. In the heat of the moment, tying Jared up had felt exhilarating, but I knew there would be repercussions. However, could anyone really blame me for seizing such an opportunity? He was practically begging for it. However, as he struggled to break free, causing the bed to groan and creak, I had to abandon my game.
As I lay there pondering the sudden shift in our roles, I grew perplexed. It was easy for Jared to cast me aside, but he hadn’t done so right away. He could have stopped me quickly, yet he only moved me when I requested his gratitude. Why was that?
My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of Jared’s return. I had expected him to come back with an array of torturous implements, but only three objects landed on the bed. One of them caused my eyes to widen, and I began shaking my head vehemently.
“No! Absolutely not!” I protested loudly, turning to Jared, who was wearing a sinister smile. “Have you seen the size of that plug? It’s not going inside me!”
“It is, and then I am,” he replied.
“WHAT?” I exclaimed, alarmed by the dark satisfaction in his expression. He reached out, forcing me onto my knees with my face buried in the bed. “Jared, my ass isn’t prepared for that. Are you out of your mind? You’ll tear me apart!”
“That’s the plan.”
“Not funny!”
“Perhaps you shouldn’t have worn panties that left me unable to think of anything else but fucking your ass,” he suggested.
“They were just panties!” I protested, failing to see how they were any different. But Jared had already made up his mind. He grabbed the plug and the lubricant that would stretch me wide open for him, ready to introduce his cock into the equation. A shiver raced down my spine as I heard the lid of the lube open, the slippery substance being dispensed, and then he spread my legs even wider. I felt the cold metal pressing against my asshole, and I instinctively pushed forward, but he seized my hips, urging me backward. Then I felt the cool lube being applied to my entrance, making me as slick as the plug, before he began to insert it.
“Nope! Nope!” I vigorously shook my head against the bed, adamantly refusing to take that enormous plug inside me. It was nearly as big as his own cock.
Jared noticed my resistance and sighed in exasperation. He slid his fingers to my front, skillfully teasing my clit with expert strokes, coaxing my body to relax. But I stubbornly shifted away from his touch, unwilling to yield.
“You’re being a difficult slave tonight, aren’t you?” he chuckled darkly before relenting, withdrawing his hands and the plug. I breathed a sigh of relief into the bed, but my relief was short-lived as Jared turned me over onto my back, revealing the third element he had prepared.
“What is that?” I asked, apprehension growing as I eyed the long chain connecting two clamps to a third lower down. It took me a moment to comprehend where the third clamp was intended to go. “No!”
“Yes,” he countered, firmly placing a hand on my chest before straddling my legs, effectively pinning me down.
“You’re not putting a clamp on my clit.”
“You’ll torment yourself every time you shift, even a little. So, either you let my fingers bring you to climax, or this clamp will,” he warned me.
