20. Chapter 20

Chapter 20

-Jared-

I had expected Astrid to immediately subject me to the humiliating state of anal penetration, but throughout the night, she didn't torture me in the way I anticipated. Surprisingly, she almost acted like a pleasure dom. It was only later that I realized why she had behaved this way. I found myself repeatedly succumbing to her ministrations until I couldn't remain hard anymore and the effects of the drugs were slowly wearing off. As I started to feel more like myself, she seized the opportunity to bring out the strap-on.

Since my ass had been teased for hours with the plug, inserting the large toy wasn't as difficult as I had expected. In fact, it was almost pleasurable. Astrid made sure to make me beg for it, to desire it, as I remained restrained to the bed with only one cuff. It was utterly humiliating, but as the pleasure intensified, it pushed back the mortification, turning me into her submissive mess who found gratification in the degrading act.

She kept me in this state for multiple rounds, prolonging the agony. When she finally relented her torture, my mind was starting to clear, and I wasn't left with a feeling of pure delight, but rather a mix of pleasure forced from my body that turned into icy hatred and agony.

Yet, I felt a sense of relief when she finally withdrew, even untying me from the bed. I resisted the urge to reach for her and snap her neck. I wasn't sure I even had the strength to do it. She had achieved her goal of making me succumb to her dominance, but it was over now. The clock hadn't yet reached five in the morning, but it was approaching.

As she undid my restraints, she began to caress me, almost like giving me aftercare. To my surprise, my body seemed to welcome it, as I lay face down, knowing that if I looked at her, I might commit murder.

"You did so well," she purred in my ear, and I felt that powerful old hatred return, that deep fury I had harbored for all those horrible people in my life. I clung to that feeling, knowing it would help reverse the effects of tonight, though it might take some time to heal physically.

She continued to rub my skin, and while my body seemed to have become more accepting of it, I delved deeper into my mind, shutting her out and waiting for her to declare the night over. The moment my payment had been accepted, I was free. However, Astrid took her time. She even went to clean up before returning to bed, wanting to snuggle. As she continued to caress my skin, I kept my face turned away from her.

"You shouldn't feel embarrassed for deriving pleasure from it. Most men do," she told me.

It wasn't about that, and she knew it very well. People could engage in whatever sexual acts they enjoyed. What she did to me wasn't just about bringing me into a submissive state. It was about turning me into the vulnerable child I had once been, always at the mercy of others. She didn't desire to bring me pleasure. She desired to break me, to possess me for herself.

I tightened my grip on the sheets. That was Astrid's goal. She didn't like that someone else had my full submission in a way she could never achieve. I wasn't surprised she wanted to keep me as her own pet, but I should have anticipated her desire to alter me. But my allegiance to Alison was unique to me. She held a power over me that couldn't be explained with words, and as a timer went off on Astrid's phone, I knew the night had reached its conclusion.

"Wonderful," Astrid murmured, then patting my back. "You're free. Unless, of course, you desire another night."

That was never going to happen , I thought bitterly, but I said nothing as I climbed out of bed, feeling the ache in my body. Ignoring the discomfort, I reached for my clothes and dressed without sparing a glance at Astrid, who lounged leisurely on the bed, observing me intently.

"Cat got your tongue?" she taunted.

I maintained my silence, busying myself with readjusting my belt and shirt, careful not to betray any hint of the turmoil raging within me. Determined to rid myself of Astrid's lingering presence, I made a mental note to swing by my old room for a thorough shower, scrubbing away any remnants of our encounter.

"Nothing to say?" Astrid teased, her amusement evident in her tone.

I ran a hand through my hair before taking a deep breath. Dealing with monsters like Astrid had taught me that giving them any reaction was playing into their hands. Whether it was anger or enjoyment, it didn't matter. They thrived on knowing they had affected you. So, I maintained a neutral expression, surprising Astrid with my lack of visible emotion.

"It's sad that you need to drug your slave to make them enjoy what you do. Alison needs no drug. I make her beg for me because I know how to please her," I replied evenly.

Astrid's smile vanished, replaced by a look of pale shock as I walked away. Despite the discomfort from the ordeal, I refused to show weakness, even as I felt a lingering ache. Arriving in my old room, I discarded my clothes, leaving them in on the floor. I turned on the water, preparing for a long scrubbing session to cleanse myself of Astrid's touch. It would take hours to fully wash away the physical and emotional residue of the night, but I was determined to emerge from this ordeal with my dignity intact.

-Alison-

I lay naked on the bed, the thin sheets barely covering my form. An awful nightmare had jolted me awake in the dead of night, prompting an instinctive reach for Jared's comforting presence, only to find his side of the bed empty. Sweaty and trembling, I had remained awake since, finding some relief in the cool air as I shed my hoodie and pushed the sheets down, seeking solace on my stomach. My fingers traced the empty space beside me, a silent plea for Jared's return, yet he remained elusive until the early hours of the morning.

As the lock clicked and the door swung open, I pushed myself up, expecting to see a slightly fatigued Jared returning to bed for some much-needed rest. Instead, a freshly showered and oddly relaxed Jared entered, bearing breakfast. His gaze met mine, accompanied by a small smile, as he approached. However, I couldn't shake the subtle shift in his demeanor. It was imperceptible to most, perhaps, but I knew Jared—the way he walked, the way he carried himself—and something felt off.

Setting the tray down, he reached out to stroke my hair before walking away once more. Not a word had passed between us, leaving me even more bewildered. I reached for his hand, but he tensed under my touch.

"Jared?" I called softly, shifting my body to face him. His eyes flickered momentarily to my exposed breasts before quickly averting his gaze. Some things hadn't changed, it seemed. But deep down, we both knew I wasn't in a state for such intimacy. Tugging gently on his hand, I urged him closer.

"Come, you must be tired," I insisted.

He sighed, seeming unsure, but my pleading convinced him. Climbing in beside me, he settled on the right side of the bed, but he didn't engage with me as usual. Instead, he lay low, eyes closed, arm under his pillow. His behavior puzzled me. Usually, he would hold me close, almost afraid I would escape in the night. I reached out, placing my hand on his chest, but he jolted and seized my wrist, eyes wide with fear.

"What?" I asked, surprised by his reaction.

"Nothing," he murmured, releasing me and closing his eyes again. Confusion clouded my thoughts as I watched him, noting the tension leaving his body.

Then, it struck me. His demeanor, the way he closed off—it all reminded me of something I had seen too many times. A sudden realization dawned on me, connecting his behavior to the abuse he suffered at his father's hands. I sat up, tempted to wake him and ask, but I hesitated, realizing he needed rest. Still, something must have happened. Was I imagining things, or was I reflecting my own pain onto him?

As I pondered, a name surfaced in my mind: Astrid . Anger surged within me at the thought of Jared spending his night with her. But why would he? Were they still trying to conceive? Jared had said it was him and me, but did that only apply once we were free? Questions swirled in my mind, unanswered, fueling my growing anger. I didn't even want to stay in bed, my fury directed at Jared as well.

How much did he consent to? Was he still physically involved with his wife? Suppressing a growl, I forced myself out of bed, using furniture for support. The painkillers dulled my pain, but I needed to calm down. With slow, steady steps, I made my way to the bathroom, seeking solace in the routine of showering and brushing my teeth.