34. Chapter 34

Chapter 34

-Jared-

Alison's descent down my body was excruciatingly slow this time, each movement deliberate and tantalizing. As she lifted herself to take me inside, I knew that resisting the overwhelming urge to let go would be the ultimate test of self-control. She had just treated me to a mesmerizing display, her taste lingering on my lips, and her teasing had left me achingly hard.

Her warm, slick pussy enveloped me snugly, her descend smooth but unhurried. Despite any discomfort she might have felt, she seemed to revel in the power she held over me, driving me wild with desire. I strained against the restraints, longing to take charge and thrust into her, but I was immobilized, forced to watch as she claimed me inch by agonizing inch.

"Okay, stop, stop!" I called out urgently as I teetered on the brink of release.

Alison froze, her grip loosening slightly, and I felt her inner walls clenching around me as she held herself in place. Confusion flickered in her eyes, but I was too consumed by the imminent explosion of pleasure to offer an explanation. I focused on taking deep breaths, attempting to distract myself from the overwhelming sensations coursing through my body.

"What's wrong?" she asked, her concern evident as she remained still, awaiting my response. But I couldn't find the words to articulate the turmoil raging within me. Desperate to regain control, I mentally commanded myself to divert my thoughts away from the intensity of the moment.

"Jared?" she called out again, her voice tinged with worry, but I remained silent, unsure if I could contain the mounting pressure.

Alison's concern deepened, and she began to slide up, perhaps thinking I wasn't enjoying our encounter. Panic surged through me at the thought of her withdrawing, knowing that any movement in the opposite direction would trigger an explosive climax.

"No, don't fucking move!" I ordered sharply, my tone leaving no room for argument. If she reversed course now, I would lose myself completely, and neither of us would escape the impending eruption.

Alison froze once more, her realization evident in her gaze as she listened to the sharp intakes of breath escaping me while I teetered on the edge of climax. I could see a mischievous glint in her eyes, a wicked smirk playing at the corners of her lips, as if she were relishing the opportunity to test my resolve. With a barely perceptible shift, she provoked a deep groan from me.

"You're really testing me now!" I hissed through clenched teeth.

"You're close," she taunted, her voice dripping with amusement.

"I warned you," I growled, but Alison seemed unfazed by my warning. With deliberate intent, she pushed down all the way, eliciting a primal moan from deep within me. Despite the overwhelming sensations coursing through my body, I managed to stave off the impending release, remaining on the brink but refusing to succumb completely.

"Shit, shit, shit," I panted.

Alison, her own need evident, emitted a sweet moan of satisfaction, savoring the sensation of me sheathed inside her. Her hands roamed tantalizingly over my chest and stomach, intensifying the oncoming release even further.

"Alison," I warned, my voice laced with urgency.

"Yes?" she replied innocently.

"Don't touch me right now," I instructed firmly.

"Or?" she teased, clearly reveling in my predicament.

"You know what happens. You want to enjoy a good ride, don't you?" I countered, my breaths coming in ragged gasps.

"I think I like seeing you lose control even more," she admitted, her tone tinged with satisfaction. "I know you relish having control over both our orgasms, but this time, you can barely keep yours in check, and I forced you to watch how I came just a moment ago."

"Yes, I was there," I snapped, my frustration mounting.

She chuckled softly, enjoying every moment of my torment, before resuming her movements. With a devilish grin, she moved up, only to slide back down, causing my muscles to flex so intensely that they threatened to cramp.

"A-Alison," I stammered, my voice faltering in its usual authority as she rode me with a mischievous glint in her eyes, a giggle escaping her lips. It was the ultimate torture, a sensation I both reveled in and detested simultaneously. Her hands moved to caress her breasts enticingly, their supple curves bouncing with each movement, and she made sure her moans filled the room, tantalizing all my senses and stripping away any semblance of control over my own pleasure.

One, two, three, four... and on the fifth bounce, I succumbed, a string of curses escaping my lips as my hips jerked upward, releasing into her as I trembled beneath her, consumed by ecstasy as if lost in an endless abyss. When I finally collapsed onto the bed, I felt drained of all energy, as if she had drawn every last ounce of strength from me with her intoxicating touch.

Struggling to lift my head, I watched as she removed the mask, a satisfied smile playing on her lips as she ran her fingers through her tousled hair, looking utterly irresistible.

"Okay, you've had your fun," I managed breathlessly. "Release me."

She bit down on her lower lip, shaking her head, and a wave of confusion washed over me as I realized she intended to prolong our game.

"Alison, what did we just discuss?" I queried.

"That if I continued down this path, you would punish me," she acknowledged, her voice devoid of fear, only brimming with excitement, a trait I found undeniably enticing.

"Exactly. Do you want me to reduce you to a whimpering mess?" I challenged, my tone laced with warning. But Alison merely shrugged, displaying a nonchalant demeanor.

"Don't test me," I warned.

"It's exhilarating when I push you," she countered.

"You say that now, but you always end up pleading for mercy," I retorted.

"I think it would be worth it. You left me lying there for an hour, stewing in my own frustration. Maybe it's time I returned the favor," she proposed.

"You attempted to flee. Your punishment was warranted. If you leave me here for an hour, do you really believe your tight little asshole is safe from me?" I cautioned, a hint of apprehension creeping into her expression, yet a part of her clearly relished the dark games as much as I did.

"So, what's it going to be?" I inquired. "Shall I treat you very nicely, or do we opt for the fun way?"

"Treating me nicely isn't fun?" she teased.

"Not as fun as watching you break beneath me," I replied.

"Yes, that you certainly enjoy."

"Your choice. How much shall I make it sting?" I queried, as Alison leaned forward, causing my cock to slip from her wet heat. She allowed our intertwined mess to glide over my skin, marking me with it, and yet the sensation only fueled my desire further. I wouldn't stay down for long.

"I don't mind a little pain tonight," she confessed. "After all, we have three days of pure indulgence ahead."

"And the moment I'm out of these restraints, I'm never relinquishing control again, sweet Alison. Remember that the next time you tease me," I warned.

She seemed to mull it over, then leaned down toward me, tempting me to try to kiss her, only to pull back before I could reach her, eliciting a groan from me.

"If I release you, do I earn a reward?" she teased, prompting a chuckle from me.

"Bad girls don't get rewards."

"No? You mentioned they sometimes do," she reminded me, making me pause to consider it, continuing to gaze up at her before finally making a decision.

"If you release me now, not only will I go a little easy on your punishment, but I'll make you come three times before I take you again in whatever position I desire," I declared.

"Three times?" she questioned.

"Three times," I confirmed.

"How many spanks?" she inquired.

"15," I replied.

"But only with your hand," she added.

"As if that's going to make it hurt any less," I chuckled darkly.

"And if I don't release you?" she pressed.

"You'll also stay tied up in bed for the next three days, but expect no orgasms," I affirmed.

Alison already knew her choice, but she relished making me wait, reveling in her newfound power. Yet, she had already made her decision, reaching for one cuff, then the other. The moment I was free, I sprang up from the bed, startling her, and she gasped as I wrapped my arms around her, drawing her close.

Those exquisite breasts demanded my attention. I captured one with my lips immediately, sucking to my heart's content, eliciting a sweet little cry from her. She writhed against me, seeking friction, but I halted her movements with a firm hand on her hip, keeping her in place as I switched to the other breast.

She pushed into me eagerly, craving my touch, and I sucked until she whimpered in pleasure before releasing the tortured flesh and tracing my tongue over it. Nestling against her, I reveled in the sensation of her skin against mine, loving her melodious cries of pleasure.

I trailed kisses up her chest before finding her lips, though the kiss was brief before I shifted us around, positioning her stomach-down on the bed.

"Stay," I commanded.

"Shall I bark too?" she taunted, earning a sharp slap on her soft ass cheek.

"We both know where that attitude gets you," I reminded her.

Grumbling into the bed, she complied, and I slipped away momentarily, bringing the pretty mask from the mattress with me. I made a mental note for her to wear it more often during our play, but not now. Placing it on the nightstand, I fetched a pair of cuffs to bind her hands behind her back before returning to secure her in her vulnerable position on the bed.

"Now, what did I tell you about not touching yourself?" I questioned, straddling her thighs, her ass poised for punishment.

She didn't respond, so I administered a smack to her rear, eliciting a gasp from her. "Fuck, you put power behind that!" she exclaimed.

"Did I not say I would?" I reminded her.

She groaned, evidently starting to regret her defiance. "Well?" I pressed.

"Y-You said I wasn't allowed to," she murmured before another stinging smack landed on her backside, the red hue spreading.

"And what did you do?" I prodded further.

"I… made myself come in front of you," she confessed, another punishing spank following.

"And why aren't you allowed to do that without my permission?" I questioned.

"B-Because you decide when I come," she replied, yet I didn't deliver another spank, waiting to hear her add an important detail. A long moment passed between us before she realized what I was waiting for. "Master," she purred.

"Good girl," I praised before delivering her punishment. She attempted to curl away from me as the slaps rained down on her pale skin, but she was restrained. As we neared the end, she began reaching her limit.

"Oh, please!" she cried out.

"Please what?" I taunted, delivering another smack to her sore skin.

"Please, stop it!"

"You've endured harsher ones," I reminded her.

"Yes, but it's been a while."

"Which is unfortunate for you," I mocked, landing another slap on her rear. She groaned into the bed, but I waited to see if she would plead for me to stop again, to truly beg me to cease. She didn't. Instead, she pushed her hips up slightly, surrendering to me as she received the last spanks before slumping against the bed.

I shifted off her thighs and pulled her higher, exposing her fully, my cum still coating her skin and marking her as mine. I spread her open, sliding my hand higher, and she moaned, pressing against me.

"Eager," I teased.

"Please, you said you would make me come," she whimpered.

"But not how fast. Didn't you tease me?" I reminded her.

She nodded, and I enjoyed watching her attempt to reach for my fingers. As she pressed toward them, I leaned closer, burying my face in her exquisite place and tracing my tongue along her skin. She screamed, trembling beneath me, and her intense reaction seemed to surprise us both. I realized her body was so accustomed to receiving something after her punishments that it was primed to respond in mere seconds. She didn't quite reach climax, but I suspected a tiny orgasm might have been coaxed from the anticipation and the shock of feeling my tongue there again.

"You really are a needy little thing," I teased, relishing her embarrassment at how quickly she surrendered to me.

I continued to pleasure her, eliciting another cry from her and prompting her to hump my face. Her actions made my cock hard as she demonstrated her desire for me, yet she remained entirely at my mercy.

"Please, Master, please," she implored, yearning for release, as my teasing strokes of my tongue weren't quite enough to push her over the edge.

"I'm relishing having your sweet pussy back for me to torture. I'm going to take my time," I declared.

"Oh, no," she murmured, knowing she would end up sweaty and crying out in ecstasy when I finally decided to grant her pleasure, and that's exactly how it unfolded.

With languid slides of my tongue, tantalizing every inch of her, I brought her to a state of desperation beyond anything she had experienced before. She quivered beneath me, shifting her hips in a futile attempt to coax more from me, but I continued my torment until tears welled in her eyes and my title escaped her lips in a hoarse whisper.

"Going to go against my commands again?" I questioned.

She shook her head. "N-No," she sobbed.

"Want to come now?"

"Yes! God, yes!" she cried out, and I gave her what she desired. With a mere suck on her clit, she screamed into the bed, pressing against my face in desperate need. Now that I had deemed her worthy of release, I offered her no respite. Only momentarily pulling away when she begged for mercy before resuming the torture. She squirmed beneath me, unable to bear the intensity of the sensations one after the other, but I persisted in my game. Her body convulsed, releasing her juices down her thighs and onto my chin. I even granted her a fifth orgasm before withdrawing and thrusting into her sweet opening, eliciting moans of delight as she continued to convulse around me.

I set a maddening pace, my own patience wearing thin after teasing her pussy to the point of weeping. With each thrust, we grew louder, our cries of pleasure spurring each other on as we reconnected in a passionate embrace. Her pussy clenched tightly around me, coaxing out my release, and I surrendered to its power, thrusting erratically as I finally reached my own climax.

We both slumped afterward, Alison trembling beneath me, her violent shivers indicating she had been thoroughly ravished. But she had initiated this game. If she thought it was over, she was mistaken.