Chapter 18

-Alison-

I glanced around my chair to ensure the hallway was deserted before turning to Jared. I reached for his belt, starting to unbuckle it, and he grinned.

"Am I right this is why you're here? A quick palate cleanser?" I teased.

"I did say I had a bad taste in my mouth," he teased back, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

As I opened his belt and reached for his pants, he suddenly snatched my hands, keeping them locked together with one of his.

"What? Aren't we going to repeat the day you entered?" I asked, a hint of challenge in my voice.

"I said I had a bad taste in my mouth. Push up your skirt," he instructed firmly.

I stared at him in shock, but he released my hands, allowing me to grab my skirt and lift it higher. Jared slid to the floor, and I quickly checked the hallway once more before he pulled me closer to him, burying his face in my covered pussy and emitting a low groan against me. The vibrations teased me, and I couldn't help but let out a little sigh.

He pushed aside the thin fabric, his mouth meeting my lower lips, and I spread my legs wider, granting him more access. Maybe being the one he turned to when his wife was being too much wasn't so bad, I mused, as he began teasing me with his tongue. This time, he didn't rush to push me to the edge. Instead, it felt like he was genuinely trying to rid himself of the taste in his mouth by replacing it with mine.

"Oh, yes," I panted, as he began sucking on my clit, sending waves of pleasure coursing through me. He skillfully built up the sensation, only to pull away and lick along the skin. I knew I should keep my eyes on the door, but the sight before me was too enticing. In broad daylight, he was on his knees, his head almost hidden underneath my clothes, and his tongue was working its magic in the most exquisite way.

I shifted, attempting to grind against his face, but he expressed his displeasure with a low growl, grasping my hips and holding me in place. He devoured me at his own pace, licking, sucking, and teasing my entrance, keeping me in a constant state of heightened arousal without pushing me over the edge.

"Come on!" I sighed impatiently, and he pulled back, smiling smugly up at me.

"Greedy," he taunted me.

"Well, are you planning to leave me hanging?"

"Why shouldn't I? It's not about your pleasure."

"No? Then why did you make me come the last two times we were together? You know I want you, so why pleasure me?"

He pushed up, then pulled me out of my chair, bending me over the side of the desk, giving anyone a full view of us.

"Jared!" I exclaimed, but he pushed me forward, lifting my skirt even higher, and then began working on his own clothes.

"You know why, Alison. Because I can still use it against you," he taunted, his voice dripping with arrogance, as I felt his cock pushing in. I should scream at him, fight him, call security. I had every power to do so without the contract, but instead, I pushed back to meet him, getting him all the way inside me, and making us both moan in delight.

He grabbed a fistful of my hair again. "You aren't the one in control here," he reminded me before holding me in place so he could fuck me.

"No, sure, you're right. I hate this so much. Don't fuck me here," I taunted him, my voice carrying no real power, merely teasing him and employing a little reverse psychology.

I glanced behind me, seeing him freeze for a moment, only to figure me out.

"Smart little slut," he praised me, leaning closer and capturing my lips with his as he began fucking me slower. "You really do taste so good. If we were at your house right now, I could just spend hours licking your pussy."

This was strange. Why was he suddenly becoming almost giving? The slow fucking was equally confusing. He always seemed in such a rush, but I quickly realized it was a counterattack.

"Yeah? I'm not sure we have hours. My husband would be home at some point," I whispered, and Jared's hips jerked, pushing him hard into me, as if he enjoyed the thought of potentially getting caught. He leaned in to kiss my neck, teasing the skin and getting me worked up.

"So what?" he asked. "He would just see his wife finally being properly taken care of. Maybe he would learn something."

"He would have you arrested," I teased, and Jared picked up the pace.

"You really think a weak person like him could be my undoing?" Jared taunted in my ear, biting the lobe. "No, I would tie him to a chair and make him watch me fuck his wife."

My entire body flooded with warmth as he painted such a forbidden image, while my eyes focused on the door, ensuring I would see anyone coming our way.

"Y-You would make him watch?" I whimpered.

"I would make sure you faced him the whole time and screamed my name, making sure he knew who was making your pussy cry for more," he continued, and I could feel the orgasm mounting. Jared fucked me faster. The scenario obviously turned him on as well. "Fuck, I would just continue to take you over and over. I would show him how things work between us, Alison. I would show who you are a good girl for, and you would remind him who's your Master. I would show him exactly how to take care of a woman like you."

"Oh, please, stop talking!" I begged, teetering on the edge of a searing orgasm brought on by his words.

"Why? Do you like it? You think you would enjoy it, having your husband forced to watch how you get taken by a man you absolutely loathe but desire so much? I certainly would love it, because I would be wrecking your marriage completely and relishing every second of it. I might even be so generous as to leave him a little treat and this time stuff your soaked panties into his mouth before I teach him how to pleasure a woman with his tongue. Something I know he fails to do to you."

I groaned, pushing the orgasm back the best I could while he continued to fuck me faster, his voice turning deeper and more husky from the pleasure spreading through him.

"Think about it, Alison. Can't you just picture it? Your legs spread open for me as I completely devour you in front of your dear, loving—"

"Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck!" I cried out, cutting him off before he could even finish speaking and starting to come, trying to move against him, but he kept me in place, just driving into me, picking up the pace to prolong my torture.

"Yes, fuck, yes!" he yelled out as he came while I was still experiencing spasms from my climax. He continued to lean over me, keeping me in place, while I lay drained over the desk, unsure of what I felt. I was so unbelievably satisfied from that burning climax, but I felt guilty knowing where it had sprung from.

I knew I shouldn't, considering what my marriage was like, but I had always found an excuse when Jared and I were together. First the contract, saving myself, keeping him happy, and the same thing with the dinner. Only at my house, when I wanted to hurt Warren too, had I done it merely because I could and wanted to. However, that seemed to have opened up a door because last time he was passed-out drunk, this time I wanted him to be awake and see it all.

Shit, what was Jared doing to me? I wondered, as we recovered together, forgetting there was a world outside. Jared pulled away from me, and I listened to him fix his clothes while I slowly pushed up from the desk, my limbs shaking a bit. As I turned, I saw a very pleased smile on his lips.

"So, that's what gets you going? Good to know," he stated, running a hand through his hair but appearing a little out of breath himself. "Maybe we can make it happen."

"Absolutely not! Come to my workplace, compromise everything, but we are not tying up Warren and giving him a live sex show," I retorted firmly.

"Why not?" Jared asked, coming closer and caging me in with his arms. "You clearly enjoyed the thought of it."

"It's called a fantasy. It doesn't mean we have to make it come alive."

"I beg to differ. People often try to make fantasy a reality. Forgot our roleplaying?" he teased.

"I'm trying to," I sneered, making him chuckle.

"You sure you don't want it?" he goaded me, dangling a metaphorical carrot in front of me.

"You do know that is a crime, right?"

"You have done worse," he countered, and I sighed, shaking my head.

"Didn't you get what you came for?"

He thought it over, then grabbed his phone, checking his watch before putting it away.

"I have a little more time," he told me.

"Um, what does that mean?"

"It means I think I will stay."

He slipped by me and then sat down in the chair again, smoothing out his clothes and then picking up one of the folders containing our models.

"No, you're not," I stated firmly.

"It seems like I am. Unless, are you calling security?" Jared's tone was mocking, aggravating me further.

"Yes!" I exclaimed, my frustration evident.

He smiled, looking far too comfortable in the middle of my office, his smugness irritating me even more, especially with his cum still sliding out of me, prompting me to discreetly squeeze my thighs together. I reached for the napkins on my desk, hastily cleaning myself off before tossing them into the trash can beside my desk, all the while his smirk never faltering as he observed my actions.

"I mean it, Jared, I am calling security!" I reiterated, my voice firm with determination.

"Go ahead," he urged, gesturing to my phone with a nonchalant wave of his hand.

I grabbed my phone, my resolve unwavering, as he reclined back in his chair, casually scrolling through his own as if the situation were nothing more than a minor inconvenience. As I dialed downstairs, preparing to summon assistance, Jared turned his phone toward me, the volume loud enough to capture my attention. With growing dread, I watched in horror as he played a video of our intimate encounter on his bed, capturing every explicit detail, including my climax.

I recoiled, my hand instinctively flying to cover my mouth in shock, attempting to stifle the gasp that threatened to escape. My initial impulse was to snatch the device from his grasp, but he effortlessly pulled it away, dangling it just out of my reach.

"You asshole!" I seethed, my anger boiling over at his audacity.

"You knew the power I held over you. I'm surprised you even wanted to compete with me," he taunted, his words dripping with arrogance.

"This is not funny, Jared. It's my workplace! Something I have worked hard to achieve and maintain," I retorted.

"Well, I'll be quiet, sitting right here," he stated smugly. "You can work."

I didn't trust him, not after his blatant manipulation. I had made that mistake in the past, and it had cost me dearly. But as much as I loathed to admit it, it was becoming increasingly evident that if he didn't get his way, the consequences would be dire for me.

"Never mind," I said into the phone before hanging up and setting it down. Then, I moved to my oversized office chair and settled into it, facing Jared. To my surprise, he remained seated, a smirk playing on his lips, clearly reveling in the power he held over me.

"What can I do to get you to delete that off your phone?" I inquired, attempting to negotiate with him.

He pretended to ponder my question. "Nothing."

"Jared, you already know the code to my home, you've enchanted my mother, and I bet soon you'll have everyone in my life under your influence. Are the photos and the video truly necessary?" I pressed, frustration evident in my voice.

"They're precautionary measures," he explained casually.

"For what?"

"For instances like this, where you think you have the power to throw me out. I leave when I want to," he asserted confidently.

"So you're choosing to spend your time with me willingly?" I challenged, highlighting the absurdity of the situation.

He shrugged nonchalantly. "You want me to go, so I want to stay."

"Fine, then I want you to stay," I countered, surprising myself with the honesty of my words.

His smile widened, finding my response amusing, before he reached for the magazine again. "Reverse psychology. You've already tried that," he reminded me.

"No, actually, I'm being honest," I insisted, meeting his gaze squarely.

His green eyes flickered back to me, his smile fading as uncertainty crept into his expression. So, I grinned.

"I want you here, Jared. I truly want you here because, deep down, we both know I have feelings for you. Spending every waking moment with you feels like a dream come true. You're actually making me happy right now."

He hesitated, glancing at the magazine, then at the door, torn between suspicion and curiosity. Since he couldn't read my mind, he wouldn't know if I was playing him or being sincere. With a frustrated sigh, he threw the magazine onto the table, glaring at me.

"Well played," he murmured, but he remained seated, looking rather displeased.

I gestured toward the door. "You may go," I told him.

Still, he didn't budge, and as I scrutinized him, I realized something. "Is Astrid waiting for you right now so you can have sex?" I asked, incredulous. He groaned, sinking further into his seat.

"That woman is crazy," he admitted. "If she hasn't drained me already, she's waiting to do it. It's constant, Alison!"

I blinked rapidly, a tiny giggle escaping me, though I quickly suppressed it, reminding myself it wasn't funny. It wasn't his situation I found amusing, but rather the exhausted person sitting in front of me.

"It seems she's very... sex positive," I said, trying to keep a straight face.

He sighed, unable to refute the observation.

"I think she enjoys it because I hate every moment of it, and if I don't distract myself, I can't... perform," he confessed, surprising me with his candor.

"Even your body screams no," I remarked.

"Yes, so I need a distraction, something to do," he admitted.

"I'm sure there are people to avenge."

"It's not quite like that."

"Right, more like the bad sort of vigilante then."

"Were there ever any good ones?" he pondered.

I tapped my nail against the desk, contemplating how to handle the situation. Should I let him stay or use this information to encourage him to leave and return to his awful wife? The answer became clear, and I reached for my laptop, flipping it open.

"You don't say a word, and you don't expect me to give you a blowjob later. I'm working," I asserted.

Jared understood that I was giving him permission to stay temporarily, and with a curt nod from him, I turned my attention back to my computer.