42. Chapter 42

Chapter 42

-Alison-

How had I imagined our first day in the house? Perhaps a leisurely tour, with plenty of time to ask questions and simply revel in the newfound freedom we had acquired. Yet, suddenly, the saying "be careful what you wish for" took on a whole new meaning. Or perhaps I should amend it to "be careful what you ask for", because my comment to Jared about being too soft seemed to have spurred him to prove just how far from soft he truly was.

After taking me on the floor, he tore my clothes off completely, then hoisted me over his shoulder like a caveman, carrying me back to the bedroom. Placing me on the bed face down, he bound my hands behind my back with leather cuffs and blindfolded me before proceeding to plug my ass. He left me in that state, utterly vulnerable and entirely at his mercy. I could hear him moving about the room, but he never drew near. It made me feel hunted, the rushing of blood in my ears amplifying the tension.

"J-Jared?" I whimpered, uncertain how much more of this I could endure. How much time had passed? With the blindfold obstructing my vision, I couldn't gauge the passage of time.

"Not my title," he reminded me with a dark voice that seemed to emanate from nowhere.

"Fine, Master. How long am I going to lie here?" I whispered.

"For as long as I desire," he informed me, circling around me once more, the creaking floorboards adding to the thick tension in the air.

I groaned into the bed, attempting to shift, but he commanded me to remain still. It felt both strange and exhilarating to be so vulnerable, uncertain of what would happen next. Suddenly, his hands seized my ankles, and I let out a small scream as he pulled me toward the end of the bed. I heard a clinking sound before he maneuvered me around, and then I felt something being attached between my legs. As he withdrew, I attempted to move, only to hear a sliding noise followed by a click, and I felt my legs being spread even further apart.

"Oh fuck," I murmured, realizing he had fastened a spreader bar to me. Now on my back, the larger plug pressed in, imparting a new sensation of being simultaneously full and empty. I shifted, but my movement caused my legs to open slightly wider.

A dark chuckle filled the room at my predicament, and it didn't surprise me when he resumed stalking me, keeping me in suspense about when or if he would pounce. The mingling excitement and fear churned in my belly, finding release in the throbbing ache between my legs, making me wet and needy.

"M-Master?" I whined, thrusting my chest out and inadvertently widening the spreader bar further. "Oh shit!"

He laughed at my plight once more, and I began to feel the strain of my legs being held apart.

"A-Are you just going to leave me here?" I asked.

"Am I soft, Alison?" he inquired.

I groaned, rolling my head around. "You can be," I teased.

"Wrong answer," he declared before the bed shifted as he leaned over me and delivered a sharp slap to one of my breasts.

That was certainly a new sensation, and I pushed up, ready to curse at him. However, he was prepared, gripping my jaw tightly and pressing me into the mattress, almost suffocating me.

"Who's soft again?" he taunted.

I smiled wickedly. "You can be so sweet," I mocked.

He emitted a frustrated, dark sound. "I really have been going too easy on you, thinking you needed time."

"I think you're forgetting who you're dealing with. I'm Alison Brown," I chuckled like a villain.

"Wrong," he purred in my ear.

His words left me confused.

"You're just Alison. No more names that tie us to the past," he stated, and my heart warmed at his words.

"Who knew you could be so mushy?" I teased, hearing him sigh. "I knew you were a romantic too."

"What a bad girl I'm dealing with today?" he snarled, with a hint of amusement in his tone.

"You love it."

"I hate it."

"You hate how much you love it," I countered, and he groaned before kissing me fiercely, invading my mouth with his tongue, giving me the suffocating feeling of being overwhelmed. If I attempted to pull away, he would simply hold my face in place.

I allowed him to release his aggression on me, relishing how he lost control because of me. His hand trailed down my body, his fingers gliding over my clit, causing me to whimper into his mouth as my hips lifted from the bed.

"Needy," he growled into my mouth.

"Please," I whimpered.

I was so close downstairs. If he had lasted a few more thrusts, I would have toppled over the edge with him. But his focus wasn't on my pleasure. It was about taking me with a roughness that reaffirmed who I belonged to, and I could still feel him between my legs.

"Who's soft?" he asked again.

"You are, Master."

"You never learn," he groaned, nipping at my jaw before removing his hand.

"Oh no! I was almost there."

"Do you really think you'll get to come today with that bratty attitude?" he questioned, the sound of clothes landing on the floor indicating his nakedness, which made me smile.

"I might get lucky."

"Don't count on it. Your pleasure is all mine to control," he asserted before I heard him move. Then, he grabbed the spreader bar, effortlessly shifting me around so I was face down, ass up. He widened it, causing it to click one more time.

"Fuck, I won't be able to go wider!" I snarled.

A loud smack reverberated in the air as he spanked my ass, and I cried out into the bed.

"And?" he taunted.

"I'm going to break a hip," I joked, eliciting laughter from him as I playfully complained like an 80-year-old. Yet, the thought conjured another image: me and Jared growing old together. I had no idea if we would live that long, but I intended to cherish every moment with him.

He moved in behind me, tracing the head of his cock over our shared release covering me. I moaned, pushing back, craving him inside me, but he withheld what I desired.

"This can be very fast, Alison, or I can take my time," he reminded me, pressing his thumb into the blue mark on my ass.

"Ah! No!" I groaned, attempting to shift away from the gentle torture, but he held my hip with his other hand, maintaining the constant pressure.

"What do you prefer?" he asked.

"I-I think we both know."

"But do you deserve it?"

I sighed, realizing I didn't, at least not if I kept up this attitude. I started to wonder if the teasing was still worth forgoing an orgasm. He always prolonged the pleasure, ensuring not a drop went to waste. Was this little battle truly worth missing out on the bliss of release? I concluded that I wanted the orgasm more.

"I can be sweet too," I purred.

"I know you can, but have you?" he asked, smacking my ass again, ensuring the plug dug in, eliciting a gasp from me.

"N-No."

"So why should I make you come?"

I bit my lip, aware of what I could offer, but it was a valid question whether I was offering too much too soon. Yet, I knew how it would arouse him.

"You could fuck my ass?" I suggested, followed by the purring word, "Master."

I felt his grip tighten on my hip, seemingly on the verge of snapping, and I knew what he truly desired.

"Well?" I prompted after a long pause.

He spanked my behind again, causing me to curse under my breath as I surged forward. However, he pulled me back, only to plunge deep into my pussy. I groaned, reveling in the roughness and feeling his urgency. He didn't even confirm what he desired to do. He simply began to fuck me with vigor, slamming into me relentlessly, while teasing my ass with the plug too. I was once again nearing the edge when he abruptly stopped.

"Fuck, no!" I whimpered.

He halted all movement, and then I felt the large plug being removed. Jared shifted around, and I heard the unmistakable sound of lube being squirted before I was generously coated in it. Then, I felt the slippery head of his cock attempting to press in, eliciting a cry from me.

"Still certain?" he taunted.

"Oh, yes," I moaned, pushing back, wanting him anywhere I could have him.

He pulled me closer, sinking deeper until it felt like I could barely breathe, yet the invasion was all Jared, igniting a rising heat within me. When I was finally allowed to climax, I knew it would be overpowering. However, it took a few attempts before he was fully inside me, leaving me gasping for air. He seemed barely able to hold back, his hands shaking before he began thrusting, the slippery sound spurring us both on. With each thrust, my ass jiggled, amplifying the pleasure, and I cried out his name as his fingers found my clit.

I screamed into the bed, my hips moving uncontrollably as the orgasm overwhelmed me, rendering me powerless and surrendering to the release. I could hardly take it, attempting to slump down so I could convulse freely, but Jared kept me in the torturous position, delivering rough thrusts while continuing to stimulate my clit. One orgasm rarely satisfied him, and he pushed me toward another climax, intensifying the sensation as he kept me aroused in multiple areas.

"Fuck! Fuck!" I yelled, shaking and unable to keep pace with him. I simply had to endure it and submit to whatever he desired. "Oh, please, enough."

"I'm not done," he groaned, increasing the pace.

His desperation for his own climax thrilled me.

"P-Please, it's too much," I panted, but I was already crashing over for a third time, writhing and grinding, but having no control as I shook and succumbed to the ecstasy of my orgasm.

Jared praised me, expressing his enjoyment of being in my ass, being the sole occupant of that space. Just as he began to climax, a tiny fourth orgasm rippled through me, my nipples tightening and sensitizing as they brushed against the bedding. Jared groaned loudly, his gratifying sound teasing my ears as he released inside me. We both collapsed, panting and shaking in the aftermath, and all I could do was plead with the universe not to take this bliss away from me. I had never felt happier.

"Just the beginning," he declared in a deep pant.

While we didn't engage in another round of intimacy, I understood the significance of his words. This was indeed just the beginning for us. After cleaning ourselves, he joined me in bed, both of us lying naked atop the covers, yet the warmth of our proximity kept us from feeling the chill. Jared took his time, his gaze lingering on me, his fingers tracing the curves of my skin, eventually coming to rest on the tattoo on my back. Then, he met my eyes with a question.

"What?" I inquired.

"Would you let me tattoo you?" he asked, surprising me with the proposition.

"You know how to tattoo?" I asked in return.

He nodded. "I did it for Vince," he revealed.

"I'm not having ‘I heart my Master's cock' inked on my back," I quipped, eliciting a chuckle from him, his eyes brightening in a way I had never seen before.

"How about just on your thigh?" he teased, causing me to roll my eyes before he shook his head. "No, that's not the design I have in mind. It's an idea I've had for a while."

"What is it?" I inquired.

He shook his head again. "You'd have to trust me."

I pondered his proposal, emitting a thoughtful hum, which brought a smile to his face. "Trusting you is what got me into this situation," I teased, but the reminder seemed to sadden him.

"I know," he whispered. "And I will spend the rest of our lives making it up to you."

"No," I interjected, catching him off guard.

"Don't spend our time together being indebted to me. Spend it caring for me, being with me, loving me," I murmured.

"Alison, I don't—"

"Love me, I know," I chuckled sadly. "But your actions show love, even if you don't feel it. I'll take what I can get."

He sighed, nodding a little.

"All right, but do you trust me?" he asked.

"If you draw a giant dick on me, I swear to God—"

He silenced me with a kiss, halting my rambling. I chuckled against his lips, holding him close as I wrapped an arm around his neck. He pulled back, stroking my lips with his thumb.

"Answer the question," he demanded, his desire for my trust evident.

"Okay, I trust you."

"That's better," he murmured, lying back on the bed again and continuing his caressing gesture.

"But why don't you have any?" I asked.

"What?"

"Tattoos. If you do them on Vince, why don't you have a single one?" I inquired.

He shrugged. "I had nothing I wanted to add. My scars tell my story, and that's enough," he explained.

I sighed, feeling a pang of guilt, but then I looked at my initials, tracing the tiny letters. I couldn't say I hated them because I didn't. I absolutely loved them. Leaning closer, I pressed a kiss to them, silently thanking Jared for finally being mine.