35. Chapter 35

Chapter 35

-Alison-

With a firm grip on my hair, Jared guided my movements, sliding deeply into my mouth before pulling back with calculated precision. I surrendered to his rhythm, embracing the familiar ritual of our morning routine, where I knelt before him on the floor, eager to fulfill his desires. While he remained dressed in casual attire, I was stripped bare once more, a tantalizing sight for him to behold as he took what he craved from me.

Under his command, I hummed around his hardened length, his body leaning back on the couch for support as he thrust vigorously, driving me to the edge of choking. Tears welled in my eyes, but they only fueled his passion, and I focused on relaxing myself as much as possible, his gaze conveying his nearing climax.

Despite his efforts to prolong the experience, his primal urges prevailed, and with a muttered curse, he released into my mouth, his cum flooding my throat as his body trembled in ecstasy. He loosened his grip, allowing me to withdraw, and I took in deep breaths as his taste lingered on my tongue, keeping me in a state of heightened arousal while he adjusted his clothing.

I trembled with anticipation, aching between my legs, but Jared made no move to reciprocate. Instead, he reached out to wipe my moistened lips, praising my performance, yet keeping me kneeling on the floor like his devoted pet. He brought food closer, feeding me morsels with a mixture of tenderness and dominance, a gesture that simultaneously humbled and aroused me. Though it felt demeaning, I didn't protest, seizing the opportunity to express my own desires by sucking on his fingers, silently conveying my need for him.

Despite spending the past two days entwined in passion, exploring each other's bodies with unbridled fervor, we both still hungered for more. However, Astrid's three days of freedom had ended, signaling an imminent dinner engagement. I sensed Jared's reluctance to leave our sanctuary, his body tense with anticipation for continued play.

Surprisingly, he refrained from introducing more intense implements like whips and canes, opting instead for cuffs and a smaller plug, a testament to his concern for my well-being. Yet, thus far, I had maintained my composure, refusing to give into my fears.

We both still grappled with nightmares, seeking solace in each other's embrace upon waking. My struggles were more pronounced, yet Jared seemed to anticipate my need for him even before I stirred from sleep. The moment my eyes fluttered open, his comforting presence enveloped me, offering solace and reassurance.

I understood that Jared found solace in various forms through me, even in moments like this, where I knelt before him without complaint. Despite my lingering hunger and desperate longing, I remained on the floor as Jared consumed the last of our meal. He leaned back, his hand tenderly stroking my hair, yet refraining from further contact. My body quivered with pent-up desire, craving his touch like a parched wanderer yearns for water in the desert.

"We should remain vigilant tonight," he remarked. "Astrid is never one to play nice."

"I'm not particularly interested in discussing business at this moment," I confessed, crossing my arms over my sensitive breasts.

Jared's smile held a hint of darkness, though he made no indication that I could rise from the floor.

"I need you to stay focused and close to me, do you understand?" he queried.

"I need your head between my thighs," I countered, eliciting a chuckle from him.

"Later," he replied firmly.

"No, now!" I persisted.

"Slaves don't issue commands. After the dinner, you can ride my face for as long as you desire," he assured me.

"For as long as I desire?" I echoed, feeling a surge of excitement.

He maintained his smile. "Indeed."

With anticipation coursing through me, I accepted his terms, resting my arms on his thighs as I leaned closer, meeting his gaze as he continued to stroke my hair.

"All right, I'll stay close," I acquiesced.

"And refrain from engaging with her," he added.

"So I'm to sit quietly by your side?" I teased.

"Yes, I'm aware of how it sounds, but I need to discern her intentions first," he explained.

"Very well, no speaking," I relented.

"Good girl," he praised, his words sending a surge of warmth through me, compounded by the gentle strokes of his hand. It truly made me feel appreciated, igniting a newfound awareness of my fondness for praise.

"Why are you so concerned, though? Aren't you two working together?" I inquired.

"I suppose ‘working together' is one way to describe it," he muttered, his tone heavy with reluctance.

"But your arrangement ensures she gets everything she wants. Do you really think she would risk jeopardizing it?" I pressed.

He shrugged, a gesture laden with uncertainty. "That's the part I can't predict. I don't know how far she's willing to go."

"Hmm," I mused, leaning my cheek against his knee, lost in contemplation. It did seem peculiar that Astrid insisted on my presence as well, but it appeared we could do nothing but wait.

The remainder of the day was spent attempting to stave off our mounting apprehension. Jared refrained from engaging in any games, his focus squarely set on the evening ahead. However, he assured me that if all went smoothly, he would see to it that my desires were fulfilled. With that in mind, I abstained from teasing him, content to bask in each other's company, lounging in quiet companionship until we were summoned to dinner by a member of the staff.

After preparing ourselves, I requested Jared remove my collar, but he adamantly refused.

"I can't attend dinner with it on," I protested, gesturing to the elegant red dress adorning my form, its delicate straps and golden belt accentuating my figure.

"You can, and you will. You'll remain collared from now on," he declared firmly.

"We'll have to discuss that once we're free from this place," I insisted.

"No, we won't," he chuckled.

I rolled my eyes. "Fine, but can we at least find a more discreet collar after this?"

He pondered my request for a moment. "I suppose once we're out of here, we can find one that's less obvious."

Relieved, I nodded. "Good."

I smiled, pleased that he had agreed, and as he approached me, planting a kiss on my cheek, his gesture was sweet yet accompanied by a curious intensity in his eyes, leaving me unable to discern his intentions. Without revealing his plans, he guided me out of the room by gripping my hand firmly.

We navigated through the house and descended the stairs, where the sound of music filled the air. The scene felt straight out of a movie, but just as we neared the dining room, Jared abruptly halted, turning my body and pressing me against the wall.

"Take off your panties," he commanded.

"What?" I whispered incredulously, acutely aware of the closed doors mere steps away.

"Take them off, or I'll rip them off," he insisted.

Confusion clouded my thoughts at the sudden shift in demeanor. Nonetheless, as I complied with his demand, he began undoing his belt and opening his pants. Did he want to have sex now? I pondered, feeling a mixture of bewilderment and readiness. Heat surged through my body at the prospect of him inside me, and I smiled as he grasped me, hiking up my dress and lifting me. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I surrendered to the sensation as he lowered me onto his already hard cock.

Had he been growing aroused as we approached the dining room? I wondered, feeling him fill me completely. It seemed he had orchestrated this moment, and I found myself relishing it, still clutching my panties in my hand as he found his place within me. He wasted no time in moving fast, showing little inclination to savor the moment.

Though his urgency puzzled me, I had no desire for it to end. Perhaps I could achieve release before we had to enter the dining room. A satisfying orgasm would certainly provide some solace. Yet, Jared's movements remained hurried but determined, and I realized that I was not his focus. Despite my attempts to find friction, he held me in place, using me solely for his own pleasure.

This realization added to my confusion, and with one final, rough thrust, he climaxed inside me, leaving me feeling strangely hollow from the encounter. While his panting against my neck still carried a sense of tenderness, I couldn't shake the feeling of emptiness. What was the purpose of this?

He kissed his way up my neck, his deep breaths now resonating in my ear, sending shivers down my spine.

"Why are you leaving me wet again?" I murmured, and he kissed my cheek once more, his lips lingering this time.

"Because I can't walk in there without marking what's mine, and I'm not going to give you a swift, boring climax. You'll come later, screaming," he declared, his words accompanied by a smirk that hinted at his determination.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, burying my nose in his intoxicating scent, savoring the moment before reluctantly releasing him as he set me back on the ground. As I attempted to put on my panties, he snatched them away and stuffed them into his pocket, a possessive gesture that sent a thrill through me.

Then, with a rough kiss, he conveyed his pent-up frustration, pressing me against the wall once more before releasing me, his touch lingering on my jaw, his gaze filled with promise. It was evident that Jared was itching to whisk me back to the bedroom and ensure I was properly taken care of, a desire I shared wholeheartedly. However, we needed to endure this dinner first.

Entering the dining room, we were met with Astrid, smiling at the far end. Yet, the placement of the dishes on either side of her, rather than beside each other, hinted at her calculated intentions. Unfazed, Jared firmly gripped my hand and led me to the nearest end. Seating himself, he pulled me onto his lap with a possessive air, a move that caught me off guard yet thrilled me to the core. It was an unexpected display of dominance, but one that I found myself relishing nonetheless.

"You can't eat like that," Astrid stated with a hint of disdain.

"My slave will feed me," Jared retorted, his tone unyielding, a subtle challenge in his eyes.

"Very well, suit yourself," Astrid acquiesced, her demeanor composed yet subtly calculating.

As the staff members stood by, Astrid orchestrated the arrival of a full plate for Jared. With a firm yet possessive grip on my hand, Jared directed me to feed him. However, he insisted I wait until Astrid had sampled a morsel before I could proceed. The air in the room grew heavy with silent confrontation as they ate, each bite laden with unspoken implications. Yet, Jared's patience wore thin quickly this evening, his focus shifting from the meal to the woman in front of us.

"Why are we here, Astrid?" Jared's voice cut through the silence like a sharpened blade.

"Well, to celebrate a victory, of course," she replied.

"We haven't won anything yet," Jared countered sharply.

"You have Alison back," Astrid reminded him with a touch of smugness.

"And there is still a possibility I could lose her, so I don't want to celebrate yet," Jared retorted, a flicker of frustration igniting within him while I grappled with my own apprehension.

I reached for the wine, seeking solace in its warmth, but Jared swiftly intercepted, preventing me from indulging too much before the imminent storm.

"We should celebrate a win when we have one. We are so close to getting to my father and Finn," she said.

"No, we aren't."

"But we are," she persisted, a hint of intrigue dancing in her eyes.

"Astrid, we haven't even finalized a concrete plan yet," Jared admonished, a note of exasperation creeping into his voice.

As Astrid reclined back with a self-assured smile, an obvious tension hung in the air.

"Haven't we?" Astrid's response dripped with mystery, her eyes locked with Jared's.

Jared's gaze bore into her, demanding clarity.

"What do you mean?" he pressed, his patience wearing thin with each cryptic utterance.

"Perhaps I began formulating one while you were preoccupied with your slave," Astrid insinuated.

"And what conclusion did you reach? Without my consultation," Jared interjected, his frustration simmering beneath a fa?ade of restrained authority.

"I simply began reassessing your true value," Astrid divulged enigmatically.

"And what did you discover?"

"That you should have accepted my offer to become mine, Jared," Astrid declared, her tone devoid of feeling, her eyes locking onto his with unwavering resolve. "For I have found an alternative means to acquire what I've always wanted."

In a sudden flurry of activity, the doors flung open, revealing Finn and a group of formidable figures. Before Jared or I could fully comprehend the unfolding chaos, I was torn from his grasp, Jared propelled against the table with brutal force. He was subdued by two hulking figures, rendering him powerless as I watched in helpless horror.

"No! Jared!" I cried out, my voice echoing through the room with desperate urgency as Finn advanced toward me, flanked by his imposing followers.

"We have unfinished business," Finn declared, his gaze fixated on me with chilling intent, his demeanor exuding menace as he approached. "Thanks for the help, cousin."

Astrid saluted him, and I turned to her, my voice laced with frustration. "You had a deal!"

"Deals change. My father should be on the way too," she informed me coolly. "I will go greet him. I'm sure you and Finn will have some fun in the meantime."

As I struggled against my captors, Jared lay motionless on the ground, his fate hanging precariously in the balance. With mounting desperation and escalating fear, I watched helplessly as I was forcibly dragged away, leaving me to grapple with the chilling uncertainty of what awaited us next.