33. Chapter 33

Chapter 33

-Alison-

Jared beat me to the shower after our rigorous training session, leaving me feeling a touch perplexed. Despite being cleared for physical intimacy, he hadn't taken the initiative, which left me with questions. He had spoken of wanting to "make up for lost time" once I regained my strength and even entertained the notion of starting a family, a dream I knew to be impossible, yet his willingness to pursue it was evident. However, none of those intentions had come to happen.

I grasped the need for caution, especially considering our tumultuous past, but I couldn't help but wonder how long it would be before we could truly connect on a deeper level. Jared's touch didn't instill fear in me. Instead, it felt grounding, reassuring. Was I rushing things, or was it a matter of confronting my fears head-on? Yes, there was the risk of shattering, of losing myself in the process, but what other choice did I have? Should I allow my fears to dictate my actions?

Lost in these thoughts, I began to undress, making my way toward the shower. The door stood wide open, offering a clear view of Jared standing beneath the warm cascade of water. His back was turned to me, revealing the intricate tapestry of scars etched across his skin. My gaze traced down the contours of his muscular physique, down to his firm ass. In that moment, I finally understood his penchant for playfully biting my own rear. His was indeed perfect.

I shed the last of my clothes before stepping into the shower with him. Recalling his old warning, I avoided touching him from behind, instead positioning myself directly in front of him. A faint smile graced his lips as I approached, the collar still gracing my neck. His fingers brushed against it before he took it upon himself to cleanse me. Though I welcomed his touch, part of me yearned for it to escalate beyond mere cleaning. Yet Jared remained within the boundaries of safety, refraining from further intimacy. So, I took matters into my own hands, drawing him in for a kiss. He reciprocated, albeit with restraint, before resuming his task.

Why was he holding back? My hands traced a path down his chest, silently urging him to go further, but he intercepted my movements, swiftly turning me and pressing my body against his.

"Did I give you permission to touch me?" he teased, his voice laced with authority.

I grinned. "May I touch you?"

"No," he asserted, punctuating his words with a punishing nip to my shoulder.

I was perplexed. Was our playful dynamic off-limits tonight? Jared withdrew, rinsing off before exiting the shower, leaving me there. I watched him disappear, shaking my head in confusion as I finished washing away the soap. Eventually, I decided to follow him. Clad in a pair of pants, Jared inquired if I wanted something to eat. I was about to express a different kind of hunger when inspiration struck.

"Yes," I replied.

He nodded before exiting the room, and I immediately set to work. Draped in a towel, I hurried into the closet, intent on finding Jared's mask. To my surprise, nestled among his usual gear, I discovered another mask—a smaller one with delicate contours, still entirely black but tailored to fit someone else.

Could this be for me? Excitement surged through me, and without hesitation, I grabbed it along with a pair of dark purple panties, matching the collar. Discarding the towel, I dashed back to the bed, donned the panties and the mask, and placed a set of restraints beside me, ready for his return.

Jared reentered soon after, carrying more food, his expression calm. He didn't glance in my direction, assuming I was dressing. He called my name as he set the tray down, but when I didn't respond, he turned toward the bed, finally noticing me. Confusion clouded his features as he took in my appearance.

"You've been snooping again," he accused, but I remained silent.

His narrowed gaze conveyed his displeasure with my lack of response. Drawing closer, he shook his head, but I was prepared. Anticipating his approach, I swiftly cuffed his wrist, leaving him momentarily stunned as he watched my hands move with precision. I hadn't fully restrained him. I merely wanted to make my intentions clear.

"Alison, what the hell are you doing?" he asked, a hint of amusement coloring his tone.

"We both know you enjoyed what I did last time," I teased.

"I don't know what you're talking about," he retorted.

"Oh, really? Didn't the whole bed shake when you came?" I pressed, noticing the subtle darkening of his eyes that betrayed his enjoyment of relinquishing a bit of control.

As he hesitated, I swiftly connected the cuff to one side and leaned back, meeting his gaze. Though he still held power with one hand free, I waited to see if he would engage with me.

"What's the point of this?" he inquired.

"You don't want to touch me?" I challenged.

"You're correct, I don't," he admitted.

I recoiled, stung by his words. He could likely sense my hurt through the holes in the mask. Hastily, he continued, "Alison, it's only been a little over three weeks since you returned. Are you sure you're ready for this?"

"I crave your touch. It helps me forget," I confessed.

"But you were just cleared," he pointed out.

"Do you think I'll break?"

"You panicked the last time," he reminded me.

"And you comforted me," I argued.

He sighed, worry flickering in his eyes. His concern touched me, but with the uncertain future looming and no time for tears or breakdowns, I chose to seize control.

"Be a good boy and lie on the bed," I instructed.

Jared narrowed his eyes, then reached for my collar, pulling me toward him. "Never call me that again," he hissed.

"Fine, be a good doggy and lie on the bed," I corrected, noting the anger fade from his eyes, though he still didn't seem overly pleased.

"I think you forget who's in charge here," he asserted.

"You can top from the bottom," I teased, sliding my hand over his bare arm, coaxing him with my touch. "But we both know you enjoyed what I did last time. Pain, any pain, turns you on."

His resolve seemed to waver as he considered it. Then, slowly, his fingers released my collar.

"Only because I know it helps to assert some control over the situation will I comply this time. But if you try to collar me again or bring out any toys other than these restraints, you won't sit comfortably for a week, and I'm not talking about spanking your ass. That's not what will have you squirming," he warned, and I gulped, feeling a rush of heat throughout my body.

"W-Why else would I squirm?" I cautiously asked, and Jared's dark smile widened, indicating his meaning. "W-We haven't done that in a while."

"And if you want it to feel good and ensure I train you properly for it, then don't push me," he clarified, pushing me back slightly so I scooted away.

He discarded his pants, becoming naked before lying down on the bed, relinquishing complete control to me this time. For a moment, I hesitated, realizing the last time I had initiated this had been to provoke him, to try to level the playing field. It had also resulted in me experiencing being fucked in the ass for the first time.

"Well?" he inquired, extending his other wrist for me to manipulate.

I seized it, preparing to cuff it. "It's not quite as exhilarating when you're cooperative," I teased, yet while I enjoyed the game, I respected his consent.

A faint smile played on his lips, but he indulged me, attempting to retract his hand before I could finish.

"Hey!"

"What? You said you didn't want me to be willing," he countered playfully, prompting me to chase his wrist around.

"Yes, but you're also stronger."

"Then outwit me."

As he spoke, an idea struck me. Behind the mask, I grinned before shifting my position. Straddling his shoulders, I pressed my backside against his face while reaching for his wrist. Caught off guard, he froze beneath me as I quickly secured the cuff.

"Slide back a bit," he murmured, likely focused on the delicate string between my cheeks.

"No," I replied, teasingly moving.

"Fuck, Alison," he groaned, his hips reacting to the tantalizing proximity.

He tried to rise, but I eluded his grasp, fastening his wrist to the small hoop on the pole. A frustrated sound escaped him as I remained just out of reach.

"Shit," he muttered, realizing he had missed his chance to delve into my most intimate place.

I chuckled, feeling a surge of excitement coursing through me once more. Jared was correct. There was an undeniable thrill in having complete control, especially knowing how difficult it was for him to relinquish it. His submission added depth to the experience, making it all the more meaningful. This was certainly deserving of a reward.

Leaning back, I made a deliberate display of my hair cascading down my back, a signature detail I knew he adored. Remaining perched atop his chest and shoulders, I sensed his futile attempts to lift himself closer to my pussy. With the restraints securely in place, however, he remained frustratingly out of reach, eventually letting out a defeated groan as he fell back onto the mattress.

"Alison," he called out, his voice tinged with a hint of desperation.

I glanced over my shoulder, meeting his dilated pupils filled with desire, relishing the sight of me in this empowered state.

"Yes?" I responded, a playful grin dancing on my lips.

"Enough teasing. Come back here," he commanded.

I chuckled in response. "No," I replied, enjoying the game we were playing.

"Ride my face," he urged, his desperation becoming more obvious.

The tone of his voice sent a jolt of heat coursing through me as I relished the idea of him yearning for such intimacy. His obvious desire made my panties grow damp, and I pressed myself closer to him, subtly grinding against him as I rested my hands on his stomach. I felt the tension in his muscles, reveling in his response as his cock grew hard before my eyes. The sight of his body reacting to my touch was utterly captivating.

Leaning forward, I made sure to offer him a perfect view of my enticing ass, teasing him further with each deliberate movement.

"Fucking hell," he murmured, clearly yearning for me to come closer. Instead, I leaned down, lifting the mask just slightly so I could extend my tongue and glide it over the head of his cock.

A guttural sound escaped him as his taste exploded on my tongue. I had missed the sensation of him beneath me, the taste of him on my lips. Teasingly, I toyed with his length, licking, sucking, but never fully engulfing him, relishing the opportunity to savor each moment. His panting filled the room as he squirmed beneath me, the cuffs clinking against the bed frame as he pulled on them. His cock throbbed with anticipation as I stroked him, feeling the intensity of his desire coursing through his veins.

When I stopped, a hiss escaped him. I bit down on his hip bone, causing him to thrust into thin air. Pain was clearly an aphrodisiac for him, I noted, biting harder and relishing his moans. Moving further down, I nibbled on his inner thigh before resuming my stroking.

"God!" he cried out, thrusting against my hand. The tension in the room was obvious, his desperation evident in every movement.

He tugged harder on his restraints, his desire for freedom growing with each passing second.

"Enough playing," he demanded through gritted teeth.

Reluctantly, I released him, turning to face him as I caught his impatient gaze.

"But I've only just begun," I countered, watching as his head fell back in frustration.

"I'm on edge here. If you want to ride me and make you come, now's the time," he informed me.

"So you're saying if I continue, you'll climax the moment I slide down your cock?" I teased, noting his reluctance to admit it. He enjoyed prolonging our games, but his desperation betrayed him.

Ignoring his response, I straddled his waist, facing him directly.

"Jared?" I began, meeting his gaze. "While I was away, besides Astrid, did you sleep with anyone else?"

"Besides Astrid, I haven't been with anyone since dealing with the last bully," he confessed without hesitation, surprising me. Although we spent a month together, I wondered what happened afterward.

"Not even during my captivity?"

"I only spent that one night with Astrid after your return," he revealed. "She utterly repulses me."

A smile spread across my face, dissipating my anger. His admission that he hadn't sought solace elsewhere warmed me. Running my hands down his chest, I savored the feeling of his body. He had been waiting for me, and now I had the perfect way to tease him.

As I slid off him to remove my panties, relief washed over him, assuming I was finally surrendering myself to him. However, I had a different plan in mind. Straddling him once more, I began teasing my body, starting with my breasts. His confusion was evident as I traced my thumbs over my nipples, feeling the heat radiate through me. When my hand trailed down my body, he realized my intentions.

"Alison, don't," he cautioned. "You don't come unless I say so and how I say so."

"Really? How will you stop me?" I taunted, his eyes flicking to the cuffs before returning to watch my hand.

With fury burning in his eyes, he observed as I slipped my fingers inside, the sound of my arousal filling the room. Despite the initial discomfort, I found my rhythm, my hips moving in sync with my hand.

"Don't you dare come," he commanded, but the pleasure continued to build, my breath quickening as the room filled with my moans. "Alison!"

"Mm, shit," I groaned, shifting my fingers to my clit, succumbing to the intense pleasure that consumed me.

Jared tugged harder on his restraints, firmly believing he had control over my pleasure, but I could feel the orgasm building within me.

"No, don't you fucking dare," he growled, his tone a mix of frustration and desire as he heard my whimpering and felt my trembling thighs.

"Oh, God, I'm so close," I panted, using my free hand to brace myself against his lower stomach for support and to offer him a better view.

"Alison!" he snapped.

"Mm, say my name again," I murmured, even his angry tone sending waves of pleasure through me.

"If you don't stop and ride my cock until you come, you won't be happy when I'm out of these restraints," he warned, his frustration evident.

"Planning to punish me, Master?" I teased.

"Yes, I fucking will!" he hissed, his anger mounting as he realized I was on the brink, my fingers speeding up.

"Going to make it hurt?" I taunted, unable to resist pushing his buttons further.

"Jesus, Alison, stop touching yourself!" he pleaded, his control slipping.

"I can't…" I whimpered. "I'm coming."

"No, you're not! Alison!" But it was too late. My body convulsed with pleasure, a delightful storm coursing through me, banishing all negative thoughts. I panted, writhed, and whimpered as I rode out the intense sensation, ensuring Jared could feel every movement against him. He cursed darkly, watching as I succumbed to the pleasure, defying his orders.

As the euphoria began to subside, I met his dark gaze and couldn't help but chuckle at his expression.

"Go ahead and laugh now, slave, but just you wait," he warned, his eyes flashing with determination. Yet, instead of retaliating, he remained patient, biding his time like a predator.

"It'll be worth every spank," I assured him, running my wet fingers over his lips, tempting fate. He had the perfect opportunity to bite me, but he restrained himself, waiting for the right moment.