39. Chapter 39

Chapter 39

-Alison-

I awoke to a loud commotion, my groggy mind struggling to comprehend the source. Yet, my senses sharpened as the noise pierced through, prompting me to sit up abruptly, clutching the sheets tightly around my naked body. My gaze darted around the room, only to find the bedroom doors wide open, voices emanating from the closet. Jared was nowhere to be seen, deepening my confusion.

"Jared?" I called out, expecting his familiar response, but it was not his that came from the other room.

A woman emerged from the closet, carrying a bag of clothing, leaving me bewildered. Fortunately, Jared soon entered, bearing breakfast on a tray. His wide smile upon seeing me awake was a stark contrast to my perplexity as he placed the tray on the nightstand.

"Hungry?" he asked, disregarding the unspoken question in my eyes.

Seating himself on the edge of the bed, he offered me toast, but I remained motionless.

"Eat," he urged, and I held the plate and piece of toast in my hands as I gazed at him.

"Um, what's going on?" I finally inquired, realizing he hadn't picked up on my silent cues.

"We're packing," he replied matter-of-factly.

"Already?" I questioned, taken aback by the suddenness of it all.

"What? Do you want to prolong our stay?"

"No, absolutely not. It's just... unexpected," I explained.

"I've been discussing arrangements with Astrid this morning, organizing staff and my own guards to accompany us. People I can trust without hesitation. By the end of today, everything will be packed, preparations made, and we'll depart tomorrow morning."

"Tomorrow morning?" I murmured.

"Yes. You seem almost scared," he pointed out.

"No, just overwhelmed. I hadn't expected it to be so sudden. I thought maybe you would want to wait a little."

"No, the sooner we leave, the better for both of us. You can finally recover properly, and I can stop feeling like a black widow keeps trying to crawl into bed with me," he spat.

I didn't enjoy how Astrid seemed to be slowly closing in on him. The sooner we left, the quicker we could settle. So, I took a big bite of the toast before smiling at him.

"I think it's a great plan. I can't wait."

"Also, since I need to have a new room designed," he began, his eyes turning heated, making me roll my own.

"Another torture chamber?" I teased.

"A pleasure chamber," he corrected me, sending a shiver down my spine. "Shall I add something you want?"

"I get to help design it?" I inquired, placing the plate aside and crawling closer, ensuring the sheets were still around me to maintain my modesty.

He nodded, and I reached out, resting a hand on his neck, the ring glistening in the light.

"Does that mean I get to play with you too?" I purred, moving closer to him.

I could feel him tense beneath my touch, but there was a part of him that relished the submission, despite his apparent reluctance. We both knew it.

"Maybe, if you can find a way to trick me," he taunted, and I smiled.

"Challenge accepted."

The tension between us was already thick, fueled by thoughts of the new blue room he would design for our shared enjoyment. I couldn't wait, but now wasn't the time to let the excitement consume us, even as his eyes roamed over every inch of my body, mentally undressing me.

"You know, when we're alone again," I began, fingers toying with the buttons of his shirt while his gaze lingered on my cleavage, accentuated by the sheets clutched to my chest.

"Hm?" he replied, his attention seemingly elsewhere.

"Does this mean you won't be as lenient with me?"

"I've been lenient?" he questioned, his pride stung, yet a hint of amusement danced in his eyes.

"We both know you've been careful with me, which is very endearing," I remarked.

He huffed, not particularly enjoying being labeled as soft in any way, and I chuckled.

"But with the house all to ourselves, it's like a vast playground," I hinted, suggesting the limitless fun we could have. His eyes darkened further at the prospect.

"And you know, once you catch me, you're free to do whatever you want. Those are the rules, right?" I reminded him with a sly smile.

"Yes," he replied, the word drawn out with a hint of mischief, sending a shiver down my spine as I scooted closer, feeling the tension crackle between us.

The urge to give in to our desires surged once more, but we both knew it never truly left us. It was the magic between us, the unending allure of our games that kept us captivated.

"How long will this packing take?" I murmured, hearing his chuckle.

Glancing over his shoulder, he observed the bustling activity in and out of the closet before a quietness signaled most had left the room. Seizing the moment, he suddenly disappeared beneath the sheets, enveloping his powerful frame with them.

"Jared!" I hissed, attempting to coax him out, but he silenced me with a nip on my thigh before parting my legs.

"Jared, this isn't what I meant," I whispered urgently as his lips found my lower ones, teasing them with his tongue.

I placed a hand over my mouth, squeezing my thighs together around him to signal him to stop the teasing. While I might enjoy a little secluded indulgence at my parents' birthday, people were bustling in and out, packing everything. It dawned on me that they were even sorting through his drawers, leaving little to hide.

"Jared!" I cried out again, though it emerged as a low moan as he continued to pleasure me beneath the covers. I did everything I could to cover his body, adding extra layers and striving to keep him in place. Yet, despite my efforts, as I squeezed his head tightly, he suddenly turned and sunk his teeth into my thigh with such force that I was compelled to pull away. With ample space, he placed his hand on the thigh he had bitten, spreading me wide open for him. I felt a heady mixture of filthiness and pleasure, unable to resist the sensations as the packing staff returned, oblivious to our clandestine activities. Jared continued to tease me, relishing in my submission.

"Oh, fuck," I whispered as the orgasm began to wash over me. Usually, I could be louder with him, but this time I had to stifle my sounds completely. To avoid the embarrassment of being discovered, I slipped beneath the covers, but the sight of him between my legs, appearing as if starved for me, elicited a whimper from me as I shook, pressing a hand to my mouth to remain silent. Jared looked up from his position, catching my gaze, his eyes filled with a sense of enjoyment that mirrored my own pleasure. Despite my attempt to glare at him, it was difficult to maintain anger when I was feeling so euphoric.

Shifting against him, I ground against his mouth until he finally relented. Crawling up my body, the air beneath the covers felt humid and thick, intensifying the tension between us. He smiled down at me before kissing me, sharing the taste of myself on his lips.

"I would continue eating your pussy all morning, but unfortunately, I have a lot to do. When you hear me returning, kneel on the floor again, and we can resume our playing," he whispered against my lips before meeting my eyes.

Nodding, still unable to find my voice and recovering from the intensity of his actions, I watched as he slipped away, leaving me buried beneath the covers with a goofy smile on my lips.

Oh, if past Alison could see me now.