19. Chapter 19

Chapter 19

-Jared-

I assured Alison that I would return soon. Though it pained me to see her blissfully unaware, she had more than enough to deal with. There was no need to burden her with my impending torture. Closing the door behind me, I ensured it was securely locked before making my way to Astrid's room at the opposite end of the hallway.

Uncertain of the exact nature of the torment awaiting me tonight, I braced myself for what promised to be a far cry from pleasurable. Unfortunately, the body sometimes responded involuntarily to stimulation, and I knew she wouldn't hesitate to target my most vulnerable spots. Shuddering at the thought, I reminded myself that it was just one night. Soon, I would be free from such degradation. One night of surrender before I, too, became the predator.

As I approached Astrid's door, I heard the faint strains of music once more. This time, it wasn't classical. Rather, it was the kind of music one would typically set the mood with. I cursed softly under my breath as I stopped in front of her bedroom door.

Knocking, I heard her approaching footsteps, and when she opened the door, she greeted me with a smile, clad in lingerie and a see-through red robe that left little to the imagination. Astrid beckoned me inside, closing and locking the door behind us.

Glancing over my shoulder, I couldn't resist a taunt, "Are you worried I'll make a run for it?"

"No, it's simply a matter of privacy," she explained, circling around me and trailing her hand over my body, sending shivers down my spine.

"Have you been enjoying your time with your ‘slave'?" she inquired.

"She's unable to leave her bed. Do you still think I'm that sick?" I challenged.

"I was merely curious if you had any pent-up desires that might come out tonight," she clarified, running her hands down my chest, eliciting no reaction from me.

"It's remarkable how much control you exert," she teased.

"Or perhaps your touch is simply that cold," I countered.

"Ah, ah, tonight you'll be sweet to me. Perhaps even beg for me," she instructed.

I groaned, leaning my head back before meeting her gaze again. "Very well, Mistress. Where shall we begin?"

Her eyes sparkled with delight as she heard me address her as ‘Mistress', but I could play the role for one night. I had endured and survived far worse trials. As Astrid turned away, I surveyed the room, noting its seemingly normal appearance, though I knew darkness could lurk even in such a mundane setting.

Shivers ran down my spine as old memories threatened to resurface, but I swiftly brushed them aside as my gaze settled on Astrid. She had crossed the room to a table at the far end and retrieved a tiny tray, no bigger than the palm of her hand. Returning to me, she held it out, a small, slightly pink pill resting upon it.

"Is this meant to keep me aroused all night?" I inquired.

"No, it's to keep you relaxed," she responded.

"Relaxed?" I repeated, puzzled.

"Yes," she confirmed.

I groaned inwardly, not eager to be drugged. Even if it meant a night of awareness, I preferred to maintain a clear mind rather than risk becoming precisely what she desired—her compliant little slave. Yet, I had no choice. She demanded complete submission, and I intended to uphold my end of the bargain. With a resigned sigh, I accepted the pill, sliding it into my mouth and forcing myself to swallow it before refocusing on Astrid.

She beamed with joy, setting aside the tray before gracefully making her way to the bed and patting the middle. I couldn't help but notice the restraints fastened to it, and I sighed, feeling my body tremble with apprehension as I wondered when the drugs would take effect.

"Should I undress before you cuff me?" I inquired.

"No, first we'll indulge in a bit of fooling around," she replied.

"Are we acting like lovesick teens?" I teased.

She chuckled. "Come," she instructed, beckoning me onto the bed.

I didn't relish this. I would have preferred if Astrid were more like my father, taking what she needed and moving on. But it seemed Astrid demanded more from this encounter, seeking not just my body but my very soul.

Reluctantly, I approached her, climbing onto the bed as well. She eagerly reached for me, pressing me into the mattress and straddling my waist. I resisted the urge to groan, not wanting to feel her weight on me, but I forced myself to endure it as she leaned in, softly pressing her lips against mine. It was a stark contrast from what I had expected, but I reciprocated nonetheless, eliciting a moan from her.

Alison, just focus, Alison, I instructed myself internally, and it worked. Memories of Alison flooded my mind—her tender touch, her taste, her lips. Those lips , I mused, feeling my body respond, while Astrid's hand ventured lower, seeking my belt. The sound of its buckle being undone merged with the echo of Alison's voice, her sweet pleas for mercy. A surge of heat coursed through me as Astrid slipped her hand into my pants, her touch igniting a desire. However, it was Alison that fueled my arousal as I conjured vivid recollections of our cherished moments together.

My cock reacted, hardening, as my hands instinctively found their place on Astrid's hips, conveying eagerness that wasn't truly meant for her.

Yet, amidst the growing longing for release, Astrid abruptly withdrew, relinquishing her hold on my length. Her gaze bore into me, sharp and accusing.

"You're not fully present here, are you?" she observed, a hint of reproach in her tone.

I sighed, knowing her assessment to be true. "I thought you knew what it takes to arouse me," I responded, the frustration evident in my voice.

"Yes, the desperate pleas of your slave," she retorted.

"Well, then perhaps you should provide a different stimulus if you want my cock to stay hard for you," I suggested, but she shook her head resolutely.

"No, I prefer to wait until you're vulnerable, until your guard is down," she purred, leaning in closer.

"Why prolong this? What difference does it make who I'm thinking about?" I questioned, growing impatient with the charade.

"Because I don't have your submission if you're thinking of someone else, do I?" she snapped. "Would you let your slave think about someone else while you fucked her?"

Her words struck a chord, forcing me to confront the truth of her assertion. As she regarded me with a look of superiority, she crossed her arms and leaned back.

"Exactly," she affirmed.

"Very well. My Mistress demands my undivided attention?" I inquired, and she nodded in confirmation.

Seizing her hips firmly, I swiftly flipped us around, eliciting a surprised squeal from her. I immediately claimed her lips, pressing her into the bed. A moan escaped her as my focus shifted abruptly, her hips instinctively grinding against mine.

Sliding my hand down her body, I deftly moved aside the underwear, seeking out the sensitive, eager bundle of nerves begging for stimulation. Astrid's moans grew louder as she pushed against my hand, urging me to make her climax. I hoped it might temper her demands. However, she seized a handful of my hair, pulling me away with a smug grin.

"Taste me, slave," she demanded. "Make me come with your tongue."

Though I had no desire for such intimacy, I couldn't deny her command. Reluctantly, I complied, discarding her panties before positioning myself between her legs, trailing my tongue over her eagerly awaiting flesh. Her exaggerated moans seemed aimed at assaulting my senses, perhaps in a bid to evoke a reaction.

Yet, unlike her usual submissive partners, I harbored no desire to be present in this moment. I simply yearned for it to end. Blocking out her vocalizations, I focused solely on bringing her pleasure, and she reached climax swiftly, grinding against my face before requesting a pause.

Rising from the bed, she drew me closer, her tongue tracing the slickness covering my face. I hated the way she cleaned me, preferring a simple wash, but she demanded my attention. Her hands reached for the hem of my shirt, and I obliged by ripping it off, swiftly discarding it.

Astrid then demanded I remove the rest of my clothes, and soon we both stood naked before she had me lie down on the bed again. She secured my wrists while leaving my ankles free. Perhaps she saw no immediate need to maintain my submissive state, or perhaps she intended to reserve it for later.

As I lay trapped on the bed, the surroundings began to blur, forming rainbows. Shit, I'm being affected , I thought as Astrid went to fetch toys. It wouldn't be long before I lost control of my mind. This was her desire—to alter everything, to shape me in a single night. But I refused to succumb.

Alison , I thought again, conjuring her image in my mind, recalling her scent, her sweet panting. Instantly, my cock surged to full hardness. Was it the drugs amplifying Alison's power over me? The blood rushed so fast south, I nearly groaned. When had it become so overwhelming? I wondered, yet felt no sorrow about the effect. However, the urge to touch myself grew irresistible. It seemed the drugs were indeed amplifying my desires, making gratification an intense focus.

As Astrid returned, she found me in this vulnerable state, but she misinterpreted it. "Finally working, I see," she taunted before leaning down to slide her tongue along my length. I groaned, my mind still consumed by thoughts of Alison. For a fleeting moment, it was as if Astrid morphed into Alison before my eyes.

It reminded me too much of an image of my slave tying me down, wearing my mask, and whipping me. Suddenly, that memory became vividly real, dominating my thoughts as Astrid continued her ministrations.

"Shit," I gasped, feeling the onset of climax, but Astrid abruptly withdrew, producing the vibrating plug once more.

"Ready for some fun?" she teased, coating the device before climbing onto the bed.

I didn't resist her, the drugs aiding in relaxing my body just as she desired. She was able to insert that awful thing into me, yet somehow it didn't elicit the horrific sensation I remembered, perhaps because my world wasn't in focus. Things began to blur even more as warmth spread through me. I no longer felt like myself, and it frightened me.

However, Astrid was the one in control now, and before I could succumb to panic, she had already activated the toy on a low setting. A moan escaped my lips, one I couldn't control, and Astrid moved over me, placing her breasts in my face and pulling me by the hair to suck on them. I wasn't sure how it happened, but as my body was kept in this slightly satisfying state, I found myself surrendering to it all, sucking vigorously and becoming the slave she desired.

"Ah, yes," she gasped as my tongue caressed her hardened nipple before she directed me to the other.

She exerted total control over me, guiding me onto the bed and straddling my face.

"Be a good boy and make your Mistress come," she commanded.

I obeyed her commands, listening to her every directive and fulfilling her desires, bringing her to orgasm and even finding some pleasure in it myself. But my body felt different, more sensitive. It was as if I were in a dream, unsure what was real and what wasn't anymore. I lost control, becoming a submissive slave to her, lost in Astrid's cries and forgetting my own intentions.

When she grew tired of riding my face, I was left on edge, trembling and on the brink of climax but unable to reach it. She leaned down, her face not entirely in focus as she smiled menacingly.

"Beg me to ride you," she commanded.

"Ride me," I breathed, my voice husky and unfamiliar, a testament to my newfound submission.

"Add a ‘please'," she insisted.

"Please, ride me, Mistress," I implored.

I had no idea what was happening to me, but my words seemed to grant me the reward I sought. Astrid slid down onto me, sending shivers through my entire body as she rode me to oblivion. I shouldn't have been calling out her title in the throes of pleasure, but I was.

When I came down from that sweet release, I experienced a moment of clarity, only to feel disgust with my own actions. However, even though my cock had gone down, it didn't mean the night had ended.