Chapter 8

-Jared-

I knew I lost focus. I knew I had promised myself I wouldn't fuck Alison, and I meant it. But she had a way of pushing my buttons, and deep down, I wanted her to. Seeing her again, having her at my mercy, stirred that deep, dark satisfaction—the same feeling that led me to claim her for a month. It felt exhilarating to take control over her once more.

So when she dared to challenge me, attempting to intimidate me with her truths, I succumbed to temptation. Just one more time, I allowed myself to lose focus, to assert my dominance. I relished in how she struggled against me, even as her eyes betrayed her desire for me to continue. Once I was inside her again, her resistance faded, replaced by surrender, as she panted and whimpered against the window.

"Jared," she breathed, her fingers gliding over the glass, seeking a grip as I filled her in the most intoxicating way.

"Do you have any idea what would happen if someone saw us right now?" I felt her tense beneath me, fear creeping in, but I shifted my hand to her front, teasing her clit.

"Or perhaps you want them to?" I whispered in her ear. "We both know how tired you are of pretending. So why not let it all crumble? Show them that the perfect Alison enjoys being taken by another man right out in the open, for her parents and all their friends to witness."

"Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck," she panted, struggling to hold back her climax, but her body was mine to command, and she soon trembled against me as she came.

"That's it, slave. Let it all burn. Let your life go up in flames, and then come crawling back to me. I'll make you feel so good, I'll take away all the pain," I offered.

Alison shook her head, reluctant to relinquish everything so easily. But deep down, we both knew she was exhausted. She longed for it all to vanish, to surrender to me once more. Otherwise, we wouldn't be here. I chuckled, leaning down to nip at her neck, noticing something dangling from it. I seized the necklace, gripping it tightly and pulling her head closer to mine.

"What's this? Something new?" I teased.

She whimpered, licking her lips as she watched mine, while I adopted a slower pace, not eager for the game to end just yet.

"Trying to buy your forgiveness?"

"So what? He is my husband," she snarled at me.

I thrust deep into her, eliciting a gasp as I filled her, knowing it stung a bit to accommodate my size.

"And yet it isn't your husband's cock filling your wet pussy, is it?" I taunted.

She remained silent, so I twisted the necklace around my hand, pulling her closer to me.

"Answer," I demanded.

"N-No."

"Who fucks you?"

She shook her head, unwilling to respond, so I resumed a faster rhythm, relishing the tightness of her grip on me and letting out a deep groan.

"Who, slave?"

"Don't make me say it," she pleaded.

I tightened my hold on the necklace, causing it to dig into her skin as I intensified my thrusts.

"I will make you say it. Who fucks you?" I repeated.

"I hate you."

"You loathe how desperately you crave me. There's a distinction, but I'm only just beginning to grasp it, and that's precisely what will make our games even more thrilling."

"W-Why can't you just leave me alone?" she cried, reaching back to clutch my shirt and pushing down on me as she began to climax.

"Did you leave me alone, Alison?" I whispered in her ear. "Did you ever truly stop?"

"T-That's entirely different, and you know it. You don't desire me. You just want to inflict pain."

"Yes, and I'm relishing every moment, contemplating the ways to utterly destroy you, because we both understand that if someone were to find us right now, you wouldn't be able to talk your way out of it. Everyone would discover that you enjoy being pleasured by someone so far beneath you, the offspring of a drunken rapist. I possess nothing, Alison. I am utterly insignificant, and yet you implored me to do this to you."

She shook her head, attempting to deny it.

"You did," I taunted her. "I'm simply giving you exactly what you desired. Now tell me you want me to finish inside you. Tell me you want to walk back to the party, dripping with my cum."

"Never!"

"Too late," I panted, so close to the edge that I wouldn't have been able to stop. I thrust into her, finding my release, and relishing in the sweet pleasure that followed. I had forgotten how satisfying good sex, the kind I actually wanted, could feel. The orgasms I experienced with Alison were unparalleled because our games were so intoxicating, making the intimacy even more intense.

I groaned, pressing her harder against the window, and she whimpered, feeling completely overwhelmed. A smile lingered on my lips as we both came down from our high, the tension still thick in the air. Yet, I sensed that Alison was beginning to regret the entire encounter. It only widened my smile as I leaned into her neck, inhaling her sweet scent, and keeping the necklace sharply twisted around her skin.

Leaning back slightly, I caught sight of someone watching us. I turned my head, and a young female server stood frozen at the end of the hallway, observing us. Alison hadn't noticed, her forehead resting against the window. I smiled at the server and lifted my finger to my lips, signaling her to keep our secret. The server seemed to snap out of her trance and quietly retreated toward the kitchen.

Chuckling to myself, I buried my face in Alison's hair, relishing in the regret and embarrassment emanating from her. This time, she had even pleaded for this encounter. She had challenged me and ended up getting exactly what she wanted. However, I remained forbidden, the man she couldn't have. She knew giving in to temptation with me was a colossal mistake.

"Fuck," I heard her whisper before she gently knocked her head against the glass. I slid my hand in front of her, shielding her from the impact, but I could practically sense her internal self-reproach.

"I think this one goes on the list," I whispered in her ear.

"What list?"

"The list of the hardest times I've ever come. It seems what truly does it for me is knowing I could ruin your perfect little life just by fucking you."

"Isn't that why you ordered me to be your slave for a month?" she questioned.

"Of course, but I didn't fuck you at a party at your parents' house. When I took you, it was to remind you of how much I owned you. This time, I could truly have ruined you."

"Then get out of me!" she snarled, turning to look at me over her shoulder, and I noticed the redness of her skin around her neck.

I smiled at the sight before meeting her eyes, then slipped my arm around her waist, keeping her pressed against me. She began to wriggle, wanting to get away before anyone saw, but it was too late.

"Let me go!" she demanded.

"No."

"Jared, this is not funny! We shouldn't have done this," she hissed.

"I think that's up to me," I reminded her.

"What does that mean?"

I took my phone from my pocket, and while I held her close, I scrolled through my collection of photos and videos, finding the one where I ate her out while she was being recorded. I played the video for her, but I barely got to play more than a second because the volume was on max, and her own moans were filling the hallway. She reached out, turning it off, and then shoved the phone back to me.

"You didn't delete that?" she growled, giving me a deadly glare.

"Of course not. I still have the photo of you freshly fucked by me and dripping with my cum too."

"You're a monster! I upheld our deal! I served you for a month. Delete that!"

"No."

"Jared, delete the damn video. Do you realize what that could do to me?"

"Of course. That's precisely why I kept it."

"Jared, you're a liar!" she snarled.

"Takes one to know one."

I pulled out of her, and she gasped a little. Quickly adjusting my clothes, she did the same before lunging for the phone again. I held it out of her reach, amused by her feeble attempts. I knew I should be working, but it had been intense weeks since I got married, and I needed—no, deserved—a little fun too.

"Give it to me!"

"No," I chuckled, finding her attempts amusing.

"Jared, seriously!" she growled, shoving her hands into my chest. "Delete it this instant!"

"No, I'm not going to," I informed her.

"Why not?" she demanded.

"Because every time I come to see you, I know you'll be waiting, ready to serve just to ensure I don't send these pictures out. These are far more powerful than your other secrets."

"I trusted you!" she hissed.

"But Alison, that was your mistake."

Her eyes widened as she realized her error in trusting me. I held the power, and she should never have expected that I wouldn't come back for more. She had no idea how deeply entwined we were, and even if I never released any of her secrets, I would still ruin her. Her father deserved to be exposed, but what would become of Alison afterward? That I had yet to decide. For now, as I pursued her father, she wouldn't be free of me, and whatever I asked for, she would give me.

"I misjudged you," she said. "There's nothing even remotely empathetic about you."

"Why would you think there were?" I questioned.

"Because we didn't meet for the first time at school. You probably don't remember, but our initial encounter was on the playground. You were so captivated by ants that you wouldn't even look at me. I almost made you cry when I accidentally killed some of them."

I stared at Alison, perplexed, struggling to recall the memory. Slowly, a foggy image formed in my mind—a recollection of an annoying little girl who wouldn't stop bothering me, incessantly kissing me. Was that Alison? As I examined the woman before me, the pieces began to fit together. That persistent girl wouldn't leave me alone, and neither would Alison.

A smile spread across my face as I pocketed my phone, keeping it safely out of Alison's reach, though I noticed her eyes darting toward it.

"I do remember now," I whispered, reaching out to gently touch her cheek.

Alison gazed up at me, bewildered by my sudden tenderness. But then I surprised her further by grasping her hair, pulling her head back, and drawing her close to me. Leaning down to her ear, I spoke softly.

"And I remember how irritating you were even back then. All I wanted was for you to leave me alone."

I felt her tremble slightly against me, and as I pulled back, she appeared on the verge of tears. Throughout our childhood years together, she wasn't one to cry unless it served a purpose—either to portray herself as a victim or as a manipulative tactic. But the glassy look in her eyes now suggested she was struggling to contain genuine emotion. It seemed our shared history had indeed left its mark on her, or perhaps it was because she could no longer conceal her true feelings.

"Then why are you here?" she whispered. "You wanted me to leave you alone. I'm out of your life for good. Why not just let us go our separate ways?"

My grip on her tightened, the mere thought of letting Alison slip away filled me with disdain. I knew I should, considering she wasn't my primary target. While using the daughter as leverage against her father seemed opportune, Alison had made it clear that her relationship with her parents was nonexistent. She wasn't her father's weakness, but I was determined to discover what was.

"Because you owe me everything you have," I snarled softly. "You'll never be able to make up for what you did to me. A month of your pleas and screams won't cut it."

I had to make it seem like she was the reason for my appearance here. I couldn't let her know my true motives, but I couldn't deny that incorporating Alison's torment into my work wasn't a burden. It made the hunt all the more entertaining.

"Then why force me to sell myself? Why make me sign a contract, hand it back to me, only to barge back into my life, claiming I owe you more, that I owe you a lifetime?" she whispered, her voice cracking. "Let it be enough, Jared. Don't be like me. Stop while you still can, and leave me be. We can both move on."

My grip tightened even further, and she hissed as I forced her neck back, exposing her to me. I leaned closer, trailing my lips down her skin, missing the sight and feel of her collar. Her neck felt almost bare now, but I was sure she had ruined the material by now. I wouldn't be surprised if she took her anger out on it, which was a shame. It looked perfect on her.

"Jared…" she breathed, and I bit into her neck, making her whimper in pain and squirm against me. "Jared, stop!"

I didn't immediately relent. I bit her harder, eliciting a cry of pain before finally pulling back and sliding my tongue over the mark I had left. As I withdrew, her eyes were filled with even more tears. She reached up, covering the mark with her hand and glaring at me, but we continued to gaze at each other, neither of us moving for a few seconds.

"Just leave me be," she pleaded, shoving my hand away.

I released her, and she turned away from me, forgetting about the phone and the pictures I had of her. But it wouldn't be so simple. Her father was the devil incarnate, and I needed to get to him and his associates. It was time to focus on why I had come tonight.