Chapter 13

-Alison-

"Alison, I'm not just going to fuck you. First, I'm going to taste you until you're crying out my name. Then, you're going to be a good girl and bend over the bed and take your punishment without making a sound. Once I'm done, I'm going to fuck your pussy, but I'm going to come in your ass," Jared explained, his voice low and commanding.

"Shit, please, we haven't done that in a while," I whispered, feeling a mix of anticipation and reluctance.

"I know. That's why it's called a punishment," he responded matter-of-factly.

"Can't I just suck you off instead?"

"You had your chance. Now the rules have changed," he stated firmly.

"I take it back. I can do it now," I tried to suggest, but Jared wasn't having it.

"Alison, it's so cute when you try to backtrack, but you know it never works," he chuckled, finding my attempted negotiation amusing.

"Jared, this is not just wrong. This is worse than any other humiliating act you have put me through. My husband is right there! Have you any idea what might happen if he woke up and found me bent over the bed with another man's cock in my asshole?" I protested, my voice tinged with fear and frustration.

"I think in his intoxicated state we could convince him that it's all just a dream."

"No one is that stupid," I countered, glancing at my husband, who remained oblivious to our conversation, lost in his drunken slumber.

"Are you sure?" Jared questioned, and we both looked at my husband, who showed no signs of stirring even at Jared's loud clapping.

An evil voice inside me woke up, reminding me of all the women Warren had slept with and how mortified I felt every time they showed up, begging for more of him, reminding me that others were taking a piece of what belonged to me.

I turned my eyes back to Jared, and he smiled down at me, thinking I was going to continue fighting this. But why should I? This was the best possible way to tell my husband that just because he no longer wanted me, it didn't mean someone else didn't. I knew Jared wasn't claiming me out of want and desire. All he wished for was my pain. But if this was all I could get, then so be it.

I pushed away Jared's hand, seeing him narrow his eyes at my defiance, but I wasn't telling him to leave. Instead, I reached for him, pulling him closer to me and kissing him harder.

"Do it," I panted against his lips. "Take me however you want to."

Jared pressed me back, creating distance between us again as he held a hand to my chest, pushing me against the window. He glared at me for a moment, and I wasn't sure if he was going to change his mind. But then, without a word, he reached for my panties, yanking them down and letting them pool around my ankles.

"Who's your Master, little slut?" he questioned, making me breathe out a little shakily. I thought we had ended the degrading game when I left, but why did it still excite me when he asked me that question?

"Y-You are," I whispered.

"You can say that more convincingly," he teased.

"You are," I repeated.

He leaned toward me, resting a hand above my head and taking up all the space again.

"Do you want your Master to punish you for being a bad slave?" he taunted, his voice sending shivers down my spine. I nodded, hoping it would give me what I wanted.

"Say it," he demanded.

"I want you to punish me," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper.

He looked thrilled, as if he couldn't wait to cause me pain. In an instant, he was on his knees, spreading my legs wide before pressing his mouth to my pussy. I tried to stifle my sounds, but Jared bit my thigh, urging me to cry out his name.

"He could wake up," I reminded Jared, my voice trembling with a mix of fear and desire.

Ignoring my words, he sank his teeth harder into my thigh before focusing on my clit, his tongue expertly teasing and pleasing me. I whimpered, pressing a hand to my mouth as Jared put all his effort into making me scream. I could hardly contain the pleasure building up inside me, spreading through every nerve with the sweetest release. Jared wasn't going to let me fight it. I was going to come because he told me to, and he was my Master.

I began shaking, my body coming undone, and a deep whimper escaped me. "Jared, fuck…" I whispered, my eyes falling closed in pure delight, and I began rocking my hips, but he grasped them, keeping me in place so I could only take what he was giving me.

"Oh, oh," I cried out, trying not to be too loud, but he kept pushing me, using my pleasure like a weapon. "Please, please! Oh yes!"

I had lost touch with reality, my climax becoming the sweetest thing in the world as Jared kept pushing me through it.

"Jared!" I cried out loudly, unable to stop myself. I grasped his hair in one hand, loving every second of the orgasm rolling through me.

Jared continued until it grew painful, and whimpers left my lips like tiny pleas for him to stop. Finally, he relented, pulling back with his hair slightly messy and his lips wet from my release. He licked them with an excited look on his face. I had never seen him like this. An obvious thrill was coursing through him, but this time there was no cruelty shining through his eyes, just a playful look. He stood from the ground, grabbing me by the throat and pressing me into the glass as his wet lips descended on mine, smearing my release on me, and making me taste myself.

"Fuck, sometimes you really can be such a good girl," he purred, pulling back, leaving me aching and panting.

"Now, go bend over the bed," he ordered.

I didn't fight it for a second. I walked over to the bed, but I placed my hands on the side of it, not wanting to risk being too close to Warren. However, that wasn't the position Jared wanted me in. He pushed me forward, making me land flat on the bed, almost touching my husband. I listened to him loosen his belt, and I gazed over my shoulder, scared.

"He is going to hear that!" I hissed, and Jared chuckled lowly.

"And here I thought you were going to beg me to use my hand," he said before pressing down on my back and pushing me into the bed. "Why do you deserve this, little slut?"

"What?" I whispered.

"Tell me why you deserve this punishment," he said, changing our game entirely. He had made me thank him for my punishment but not describe my wrongdoings. He was stepping into a new role as a dominant, and I shook with delight, enjoying it more than I should.

"Um," I began, feeling a little dizzy from everything that was transpiring.

Jared kept one hand on my back while slowly tracing the "weapon" over my ass, warning me what was going to happen once I had done as he ordered. It made me grow excited, my pussy throbbing. Oh, he was conditioning me again, I realized, but instead of feeling angry, I felt a bit impressed. I didn't think our games could reach a much higher level, but each time with Jared seemed to turn everything up a notch.

"I didn't want to please you earlier," I began, and the first whip came down on my ass, making me gasp.

"What else?" he questioned, and a tiny smile spread across my lips.

"Um, I acted bratty."

Another whip, and I pushed forward, only for him to pull me back. I turned my eyes to my passed-out husband, who still hadn't reacted. Was he truly that drunk?

"Continue," he ordered.

"I, um, didn't follow your orders," I breathed, my heart beating in a way it had never done before, because while I knew who was in charge between us at the moment, something had shifted now that the contract had been terminated. We were meeting each other on new ground that made this so much more exciting because the dynamic had shifted.

Another whip followed, and I groaned before Jared grabbed a fistful of my hair, bending me back toward him.

"Didn't I tell you to be quiet?" he asked, a slight growl in his voice.

"Y-Yes, Master," I panted, feeling like my neck might snap.

"Are you being quiet, slut?"

"No."

"No, you aren't. What does that mean?"

"Spanks are added," I whispered.

"They are, and you're going to be an obedient slut for your Master and endure every whip, and then what are you going to do?" he purred.

Did he honestly want me to say it? I knew right away where he was leading me, but the words felt unusual for me to say.

"Alison?" he called, "then what are you going to do?"

Oh fuck, I was going to say it, wasn't I?

"I'm going to be a good girl and let you fuck my ass," I said, feeling the tension mounting as I gave him exactly what he wanted.

His belt came down on my ass again, this time harder, and I gasped, trying my hardest not to make another sound.

"1, and then you say what?" he asked.

"T-Thank you."

"That's my good little slut," he purred before the punishment continued, with me thanking him for every hit on my ass.

My skin was ablaze by the tenth strike, and I was on the verge of begging for mercy. Then, his belt came into view, landing on the bed, accompanied by the rustling of his clothes as he lowered his pants. He positioned a pillow beneath me, elevating my hips, and I felt the broad head of his cock pressing into my pussy before sliding all the way in.

"Ooh, fuck yes," I gasped, his hand once again gripping my hair to pull me toward him while the other held my hip, maintaining the desired position. The rhythmic slapping of our bodies commenced immediately, his pace rough and punishing, but exactly what I craved. Pleasure surged through me, poised to erupt in the most exquisite release, but then Jared froze, cutting me off.

"Oh, no, no!" I protested, turning around, prepared to plead with him to continue. I needed to climax before he resumed his assault on my ass.

However, when I glanced behind me, I realized Jared's attention wasn't on me. Following his gaze to the drawer he had opened, I immediately knew what he had discovered.