Chapter 14

-Jared-

I hadn't taken Alison's ass in quite some time, and I knew she'd need some lubrication or risk being torn apart. While I relished in her cries of pain, our encounters were more than mere sadism. She wasn't Astrid, whom I sought to utterly ruin. There was a distinction, and so I reached for her drawer, hoping to find lube. Yet, to my surprise, I discovered something far more intriguing than a mere pink vibrator.

Alison grew frustrated when I halted fucking her. She turned, likely intending to voice her discontent. However, as she caught sight of what had captured my attention, she made a futile attempt to intervene, which only amused me further. Pressing her into the bed with added force, I restrained her.

"No!" she hissed, but her efforts were in vain.

I retrieved the collar from the drawer, holding it up before her, leaning in to observe her reaction closely.

"What do we have here?" I teased, dangling the demeaning item.

She closed her eyes in shame, a response that thrilled me. It pleased me to know that despite everything, despite the significance of this collar, Alison couldn't let it go. She couldn't let me go. She was precisely as I desired her to be. The only bitter aspect was that I hadn't instigated this obsession. Yet, did it truly matter? She still carried this humiliating symbol with her, this unhealthy fixation. She still carried me wherever she went, and that was more degrading than any punishment I could devise.

"You kept it," I remarked, my voice tinged with amusement.

"I... I..." But there was little she could say to mitigate her embarrassment.

I pushed back a little, feeling the leather collar between my hands as Alison twisted, attempting to create some distance. However, she wasn't escaping from me now. Grasping her hair, I twisted it sharply, eliciting a groan of pain. With swift precision, I collared the bitch, locking it firmly around her neck. She reached up, her panicked fingers tracing the leather, and turned to look at me, but I pushed her forward once more, resuming our positions. This time, instead of holding her hair, I gripped the collar, reminding Alison of her place beneath me as my obedient pet. I knew this act would haunt her, etched into her mind for eternity.

"You know, I thought you hated it," I remarked, driving deep into her pussy, relishing the dark pleasure coursing through me as I saw the leather around her neck back in its rightful place. "You should have informed me you kept it. We could have taken it out to play sooner and adorned your pretty little neck with it."

She whimpered into the bed, unwilling to speak or confess anything. Her embarrassment only heightened my enjoyment. A wide grin spread across my lips. I had missed this. I had missed playing with Alison, not only in public like at the party, but in the privacy of the dark, with just her, me, and… her intoxicated husband. These were the games that brought a twisted thrill, and I adjusted her hips, driving harder into her, relishing her gasps with each thrust.

"Had I known you loved it so much, I would have brought you a whole assortment to choose from, my little slut," I panted, feeling the pleasure mounting. "I would have made you select the one you liked best before taking you like this. You really can be such a good girl sometimes, pleasing your Master. Why don't you always behave this way?"

Alison shook her head, but I noticed the way her body trembled beneath me, spurred on by both my cock and my taunts. My slave reveled in degradation. As she spasmed around me, her release coating her thighs, my entry became even smoother. The bed creaked, her pathetic husband shifting with the motion, a sight both comical and satisfying.

"You love this so much," I panted, driving into her relentlessly. "Your neglected pussy would weep for any cock that entered it."

She whimpered again, hating that I was right, but also despising how much she enjoyed it. I didn't need to be the one to create Alison's obsession. I just needed to exploit it. And now, here she was, a weeping mess at my mercy.

"But it's all mine, isn't it, slut?" I continued, a twisted grin on my face. "You won't let anyone else treat this sweet place to a good pounding, will you?"

Alison hesitated to answer, so I pulled her further back, lifting her from the bed by her collar. I felt the leather tighten around her throat, eliciting a croak from her lips, followed by little sobs.

"Are you?" I breathed, my voice filled with dark satisfaction.

"N-No," she confirmed, her voice trembling with submission. Her sweet, pleading tone only fueled my desire further, and I erupted with a loud groan, consumed by the intensity of the moment. In my ecstasy, I momentarily forgot about her ass, lost in the grip of her pussy's tight embrace. As I filled her once more, I relished leaving my mark on her, ensuring she couldn't rid herself of me even after I departed.

Exhausted but content, I collapsed on top of her, relishing the calm that washed over me after tormenting Alison. It was like hitting a reset button, providing a sense of satisfaction like no other. Reaching out, I turned her head toward me, noticing the wetness on her cheeks. She wasn't crying from pain. It was the humiliation that stung the most.

Leaning closer, I licked her cheek, savoring the taste of her tears. "Humiliation tears, the tastiest thing in the world," I purred, nuzzling my face against hers and then her neck, feeling the leather collar against my cheek.

"I... hate... you," she spat, her words laced with defiance even in her vulnerability.

"You know those words carry no power now, right? You kept the collar, Alison," I pointed out, noting the change in her breathing, knowing she couldn't deceive me any longer. "Tell me, did you ever put it on while pleasuring yourself?"

"W-What?" she stammered, clearly caught off guard.

"Tell me the truth. Did you wear it, fantasizing about me while bringing yourself to climax?"

Her sudden stillness spoke volumes, confirming my suspicions. I leaned in closer, observing her downcast eyes and flushed cheeks, evidence of both embarrassment and the pleasure I had bestowed upon her. Pressing my lips to hers, I heard her moan in response.

"Good girl. Only come from thoughts of your Master," I whispered, my breath mingling with hers, eliciting a shiver from her trembling form. Despite her verbal protests, her body betrayed her true desires, her longing for my dominance evident in every whimper and quiver.

"I will bring others," I declared.

"What?" she gasped, her eyes widening in apprehension.

"I will bring more collars, and each time we play, you will choose a new one," I explained, watching her reaction closely.

"Please, no," she pleaded softly.

"But Alison, deep down, you enjoy it," I remarked, running my fingers over the engraved letters on her collar.

She let out a small sob, torn between her conditioning and her resentment for what I had uncovered. As I withdrew from her and straightened my clothes, she remained on the bed, her frustration evident as she pounded her fists against the mattress.

I adjusted my attire, leaving Alison behind without offering assistance or removing the collar. Its presence around her neck felt like a symbolic anchor, a reminder of her place beneath me.

"Did you throw away the key?" I inquired.

She sighed, shaking her head. "No…" she mumbled.

Turning to the drawer, I searched for it, but it wasn't there. That's when I glanced at the spot where the pillow that I had placed beneath Alison's hips had been and spotted something. She had been sleeping with the key under her pillow! Our eyes locked as she realized what I had seen, and in an instant, we both reached for it. Our hands clashed over the small black box before we faced each other. She kicked out, striking my shin, and I grabbed her arm, attempting to pull her toward me, but she slipped to the floor, dragging me along as we wrestled over the box.

"Let go!" she hissed.

"If you're so fond of it, perhaps I should leave you with no choice but to keep it on," I chuckled, finding the situation amusing as we tussled on the floor, struggling for possession of the box. It slipped from our grasp as she ended up on top, rolling away. Lunging forward, she grabbed for it, but I seized her waist, pinning her down on her stomach with me atop her. Reaching out, I tried to snatch the box, but she surprised me by throwing her head back, connecting with my chin. I couldn't help but groan in pain, loosening my grip momentarily, allowing Alison to crawl forward. Grabbing her calf, I pulled her back just as she grabbed the box, curling her body around it. As I pulled her toward me and turned her, she resisted.

"Let go of me!" she yelled, kicking out, but I dodged her attacks, leaning over her and pressing my weight down on her before claiming her lips in a kiss. She melted against me, moaning softly as I deepened the kiss, our tongues intertwining.

"I always enjoy our battles, Alison," I whispered, trailing kisses down her jawline and finding the sensitive spot behind her ear. "But you have a clear weakness."

I felt her tense before swiftly snatching the box from her hands and pulling away.

"The kisses," I teased, hearing her sigh in defeat as her arms fell limply to the floor. I smiled triumphantly, extracting the key from the box, confirming its presence.