1. Chapter 1

Chapter 1

-Alison-

"Fuck, such a good girl. Oh shit, taking your Master's cock so well. Letting him do whatever he wants to you," Jared groaned as he neared his climax. His impressive length caressed all the right spots, sending waves of euphoria through me. I muffled a cry against the fabric he had tied around my mouth, soaked with my saliva, which gave me a sensation of being lightly choked. However, the overwhelming pleasure he administered made it impossible to focus on anything else.

I tugged at my restraints, the metal clinking against the large hoop to which I was secured. Jared's grip on my hips tightened, adjusting the angle slightly before thrusting even more vigorously. I tried to grasp something, anything, but aside from my metal cuffs, there was nothing. They dug into my skin, yet I had no desire to escape this enthralling experience. Tonight, I was his to command, and nothing appealed to me more than to be utterly possessed in this manner.

My eyes rolled back in my head as I gripped the hoop—poor leverage, but it was all I had to push back and receive him fully. Yet he tormented me by withdrawing suddenly and smacking my backside firmly. I voiced my protest into the gag and turned to glare at him, only to meet his stern gaze.

"You're enjoying this," he scolded.

I sighed and let my head drop forward. Mumbling into the gag, I tried to convey that I couldn't help it before I turned my head slightly. Yet seeing him there, naked and aroused, did nothing to dampen the burning need within me.

He shook his head as he looked at me, contemplating his next move. My entire body surged with desire, craving to feel him within me once more.

"Face forward," he commanded. I complied, turning away from him once again, avoiding his gaze.

I reached out for the wall in front of me, my leg trembling from the strain of the bent position and the earlier chase around the house when I had tried to "escape" my captor. Now, all I wanted was release, but Jared took his time pacing the blue room, deliberating on what he would use on me next.

I glanced behind me, unable to resist the urge to see what he was choosing to punish me with next. I despised the wait, and he was well aware of that. Inwardly, I rolled my eyes, wishing I could urge him to hurry so I could feel his wonderful cock inside me again. However, he continued to circle around me, deliberately taking his time as he selected the perfect instrument.

When he picked up the flogger, I let out a groan and shook my head slightly, catching his dark smile as he approached. He teased me, letting the tips trail over my perfectly positioned backside in anticipation of his strikes.

"You're not supposed to enjoy this, slave," he reminded sternly. "You detest me, remember? I can do whatever I want with you, and you hate me for it."

I smiled, knowing I didn't hate anything he did to me. But if I wanted to climax tonight, it all depended on playing my role convincingly. I recalled my character—the frightened, kidnapped woman—and began tugging at my restraints, emitting pleading noises and begging for mercy. I even managed to squeeze out a few false tears. When I turned to look over my shoulder, allowing him to see the feigned despair in my eyes, he smirked, clearly delighted.

But mercy was not forthcoming. He drew his arm back, allowing the leather to strike sharply against my skin. I leaned my head back, crying into the gag, each hit searing with pain. He struck again and again, relentlessly. Even as I tried to dodge, the impact was overwhelming. But he did not relent, showering both my back and ass with strikes. As I attempted to pull away, he grasped my hip with one hand, pulling me back into position. He aligned himself perfectly and surged deeply inside me once more, eliciting cries of both pleasure and pain from me.

Jared resumed with increased vigor, his groans of pleasure intensifying my own arousal. "Oh, fuck, that's better. You hate me. You hate me," he panted. The sound of our bodies colliding overwhelmed my senses, making me forget my assigned role as I pressed back to meet his thrusts, moaning into the gag.

"You bad girl," he growled, grabbing a fistful of my hair and bending my head back, forcing me to look at him. The intense look in his eyes only heightened my excitement.

"You're enjoying this again," he accused.

I let my eyes dart around, feigning innocence.

"Don't pretend you don't," he commanded. "I took you from everything you loved. I can do whatever I want, and yet you enjoy being taken by me, don't you?"

I shook my head, diligently staying in character.

"You're lying," he mocked. "This pussy is so starved for a good fuck, it would welcome any cock, wouldn't it?"

I shook my head again, and he landed a lighter smack with the flogger, eliciting a groan from me.

"Don't lie. You crave the touch of the one who captured you. What does that say about you, Alison?" he taunted.

I couldn't speak because of the cloth, so he loosened his grip on my hair to remove it.

"I have no idea what you're talking about. I'm just trying to survive your brutality," I replied, managing a smug smile.

"Ah, trying to appease the monster, is that it? You think you can please me?"

"Who's hard and inside me?" I retorted playfully.

His smile grew darker, then he withdrew again, prompting me to whimper in protest.

"So fucking needy," he scolded, delivering another smack to my ass and eliciting a groan from me.

"Knees," he commanded.

I sank to my knees, facing the wall initially, until he grabbed my hair to turn my head toward him.

"Lick me clean," he ordered sternly.

A shiver of need coursed through me, the climax tantalizingly near yet unattainable in this moment. When I hesitated, his eyebrow arched in a silent challenge. I met his gaze with a smile, then turned my head as far as he allowed. My resistance seemed to please him, so with a forceful tug, he guided me to his cock.

He dropped the flogger to part my lips before thrusting inside. It was brutal, yet my need was undeniable. He started panting and grunting as he sought his pleasure through my mouth. Unable to resist, I leaned into the sensation, savoring the taste of myself on him and the essence that was distinctly his. The vibrations of my moans around him and the teasing of my tongue seemed to infuriate him. He hissed in anger, yanking me away, and I gasped as he forced my head back.

"Nothing I do will make you stop enjoying this, will it?" he taunted.

I smiled and shook my head.

"You filthy one," he mocked, his tone laced with disdain as I licked my lips provocatively. "Very well. Have it your way. But remember, when I release you and you face those you care about, knowing that you enjoyed fucking your own captor, that will be your true humiliation."

I shivered just hearing his commanding tone, which brought back memories of our many similar encounters. When he finally released me, I trembled with pent-up need. Although I longed to spring up, I restrained myself, waiting to see his next move. He walked backward and took a seat on the bench in the middle of the room, reclining against the dark leather. His cock was still hard, with the head visibly leaking, signaling he was on the verge of climax.

"Well?" he prompted, noting that I still remained on my knees.

I started to rise, but he clicked his tongue disapprovingly.

"Come here," he commanded. "On your hands and knees."

Excitedly biting my lip, I began crawling toward him. His green eyes sparkled with a satisfied glint, clearly enjoying the view of me in this submissive pose. He particularly noted my breasts, his gaze lingering as I approached.

When I reached him, he simply observed me without moving. Cautiously, I placed my hands on his knees and slowly stood up. His silence was my cue to continue. With shaky hands, I reached out, placing them on his shoulders for support. He offered no assistance, content to let me use him as I pleased. The only gesture he made was to brush my hair back, ensuring he had an unobstructed view as I lowered myself onto him, taking him in while moaning deeply. He seemed captivated by the sight, watching intently as I descended, appreciating the view.

"Oh yes," I whimpered, lifting my hips slightly after fully engulfing him. He released a shaky breath, clearly more affected than he wanted to appear.

I began setting a rhythm, rolling my hips to hit just the right spots.

"You really can't help yourself, can you?" he taunted. Our eyes locked, and his muscles tensed beneath my fingers. "Using me to get yourself to come, we both know you aren't so innocent, Alison."

His voice sent shivers down my spine.

"Keep talking," I panted.

He seemed taken aback, but I was relentless, rocking my hips with abandon as I needed more.

"Did you just give me an order?" he asked, a hint of surprise in his tone.

Lost in the pleasure, I nodded, then seized one of his hands, guiding it to my breast.

"Oh, yes, yes!" I moaned, rocking against him, chasing that sweet release.

"You don't give orders here," he snapped, his voice hard.

"Mm, continue. Tell me how bad I have been," I urged, not backing down.

"Alison," he warned, his tone sharp, reminding me I was pushing the boundaries.

"Yes, Master?" I taunted, meeting his gaze again, seeing the challenge in his eyes.

"You don't give orders."

"No? Then why am I on top right now?" I mocked.

He let out a dark growl, then wrapped his arms around me, asserting control. He lifted me up along his length, only to forcefully bring me down on him so hard that I felt him deep in my stomach.

"Oh, fuck!" I cried out, teetering on the edge of pleasure and pain.

"You don't control anything in here," he growled, driving me down onto him repeatedly.

I clung to his neck, desperately seeking leverage to help me through this exquisite torment.

"Who's your Master?" he taunted, his voice hot against my ear.

"Oh, you! You!" I screamed, my body unraveling as the orgasm surged through me, searing every inch of my skin. Something intense broke within me, the release so overwhelming it left us both soaked. He groaned in delight, his hips jerking uncontrollably as he neared his own climax.

"You don't fucking deserve this, but sending you home, dripping with my cum—that will be a worse punishment for you," he rasped.

"Yes, yes, come inside me!" I pleaded.

His hand slapped my ass, then he grabbed a handful, forcing me up and down on his cock repeatedly. Soon, he began losing control, thrusting harder into me as he released himself. A dark groan escaped him at the peak of his pleasure, his body shaking beneath me from the intensity of his orgasm. I smiled, pleased, as we slumped against each other.

"God, that was amazing," I panted, feeling as though he had bruised something deep inside me, but the sensation was secondary to the blinding pleasure I'd just experienced, leaving everything in a sea of calm.

Jared began to trace kisses along my shoulder and down to my collarbone, teasing the sensitized skin. I shivered in his embrace, savoring the feeling.

"You're getting bad at pretending," he mocked.

I pulled back, feigning offense. "Excuse me?"

"You enjoy how I fuck you too much," he teased, leaning back and resting a hand behind him.

"Is that a problem? Should I start detesting your touch?" I inquired, squeezing his softening length inside me.

He groaned, his eyes warning me to tread carefully.

"You're getting soft in your old days," he continued to tease.

"My old days?" I chuckled, acting offended as I ran my fingers through his dark hair, now streaked with gray at the sides, which only added to his allure, giving him the distinguished look of a silver fox.

"Yes," he replied, the hint of a smile playing on his lips.

"Planning to leave me for some sexy little 20-year-old?" I teased, but he made a face of disgust. "No? Not appealing, considering you could be old enough to be her dad."

He let out a groan, and I laughed, knowing I had touched a sensitive spot.

"Just imagine, some tight little—"

"Alison," he interrupted sharply, and I laughed again, shaking my head.

"Then don't you dare say I can't pretend well. We both know who's the master of pretense," I warned him, my fingers still playing with his hair. Then I traced along his jawline where his stubble had grown thicker.

"I think that would be me," he declared with pride.

"Oh, honey, it's cute that you think so. I let you believe it, but don't forget who I am," I taunted, his eyes igniting with fire as my words fueled his desire. We both knew the effect my sass had on him.

"I should tie you up this instant and spank you until you're begging for mercy."

"Will you fuck me with your tongue afterward?"

"No, I'll leave you aching after using you for my pleasure," he stated flatly.

I smiled, not objecting, knowing the anticipation would only heighten the eventual release.

"I need to find new ways to torture you. You're starting to enjoy it too much," he teased, his finger tracing down my body and lingering on my sensitive nipple.

"Right, can't have me loving what you do to me."

"Exactly."

"Because we hate each other," I joked.

"Exactly," he echoed, but his gaze was fixed on my breasts, not my eyes, as he lazily played with them while we waited.

I knew Jared was gearing up for another round, but he wasn't quite ready. In the meantime, we indulged in exploring each other's bodies.

"You really need to shave soon," I chuckled.

"Why? Don't you like me like this?" he teased.

"All rugged?"

"Yes."

"You remind me a little of a street thug," I confessed, and he pulled back, feigning offense. I couldn't help but laugh, then shook my head. "No, you're sexy no matter what. But I know you've been busy lately. When I mention it, it's my way of saying you need a break."

"I'm taking a break now," he announced.

"Yes, and it's been almost two weeks since we last had sex," I reminded him, and he sighed, regretting his recent absence.

"Trust me, I'd rather be in bed with you or here, playing," he assured me.

"I don't doubt that, but I also want you to relax and recharge. I love that you choose to spend your rare downtime with me, but it's always about intense sessions, never just to cuddle."

He frowned slightly. "I don't cuddle."

I chuckled, rolling my eyes. We both knew he did.

"Right, I'm sorry, I meant to say instead of resting, you spend what little energy you have making me climax so intensely that we both end up soaked."

"And don't you love that?" he teased.

"I do, very much. But you're exhausted, and you're not taking enough time to care for yourself."

He sighed, his attention returning to my nipple, teasing it and eliciting a shiver from me. Yet, I knew that using my body was the best way to make him open up.

"Or maybe you're worried that if you don't satisfy me, I might find someone who will. Perhaps trade you in for a younger model?" I taunted playfully.

His gaze locked with mine, dark and warning. "If you did that, I'd serve his cock and hands on a platter for you before I took you, forcing you to watch my demonstration of loyalty while reminding you who you belong to."

I smiled, reaching up to touch the necklace that also served as a second collar—a subtle sign of ownership. Jared's expression brightened with joy as he watched my fingers trace it.

"Trust me, I would never want anyone else," I reassured him. "But I don't want my husband to burn himself out completely."

He sighed again, his hand drifting down the side of my body, his cock growing once more.

"Want to talk about it?" I asked gently.

"Not really," he admitted. "It's just work."

"When you say it like that, I know there's more to it," I pressed.

"There are always those who want power for themselves," he groaned.

"What does that mean?"

He shook his head, his hand sliding over my stomach and then moving higher, taking his time to caress my body.

"Jared?" I prompted.

"It means... It means an underdog is causing more trouble than he ought to," he explained.

"Is someone threatening your rule?" I asked.

"Threatening? No. Annoying me? Yes."

"What do you mean?" I inquired.

"Cargo has gone missing, along with some of my men," he admitted.

"What? Where is he taking them? Do you know who it is?"

"Yes, I do," he sighed.

"Who?"

"The youngest son from an old crime family. He's determined to prove he can make it on his own. And what better way than by taking down The Hunter?" he mused.

"He wants everything you've built," I retorted.

"That's how it goes. Besides, all of this isn't something I just acquired. It belonged to Vince before me, and someone before him. There's always someone else ready to take over."

"And are you going to let him?" I challenged.

Jared turned to me, his expression offended. "Is that what you think?"

"You promised me a life together."

"And you think I'm about to break that promise?"

"If you're working this hard, then I have a reason to be worried."

Jared didn't appreciate my questioning his authority. Suddenly, he lifted me, carrying me to a part of the wall where cuffs hung. I began to wriggle in his grasp, but he was unamused by my fight. He set me down and turned me to face the wall. He secured my arms high and out to the sides, immobilizing them. Then, he did the same to my ankles, stretching me out into an ‘X' shape.

I hissed and tugged at my restraints. He moved behind me, grabbing a handful of my hair and tilting my head back.

"You doubt my ability to protect us?" he accused.

"You're obviously concerned. Why shouldn't I be?"

"Because I handle these things, Alison," he snarled. "You stay here, warm and safe, waiting for me."

"Oh, so I'm just the warm body in your bed then."

"You're my wife. You belong in my bed, and I won't tolerate disrespect or doubt from you."

"Then why are you working so hard?" I challenged.

"That's not something you need to worry about."

"Of course not," I spat. "Jerk."

"What did you just call me?"

"I called you a jerk," I repeated, meeting his darkening gaze.

"I really have been neglecting you. You aren't usually this defiant."

"I think you've forgotten who you married."

"Just like you seem to have forgotten. But I'm about to remind you."