Revenge, Pt 13: Insert Title Here

Chapter 13

I was sitting at the desk in my room with a picture of Jessica on my laptop screen.

It was from her page on the school’s news site. It had her listed as the founder, and the editor-in-chief. It went on to list about a dozen other groups she belonged to, including two book clubs, a chess club, and the Student’s Political Union, whatever that was. It was no wonder she was stressed all the damn time.

I’d decided to check out the site and a few of the articles she’d written. She was surprisingly eloquent, and her intelligence really showed in her writing style. I suppose you don’t get to know that sort of thing about a person when the only communication you have for a decade is in the form of insults and threats.

But I didn’t like this picture of her.

I looked at it for a while, trying to decide why it bugged me. She looked as beautiful as always, smiling at the camera, her bright green eyes staring in to mine.

The smile, I realised. It was a fake smile. A common, plastered on, professional looking little smile. Believable, but fake. It wasn’t her irritating smirk, or her wide, bright look of joy. It wasn’t the sudden smile that comes from a surprise, that almost always starts a laugh. Her eyes weren’t shining.

I closed the page and started to idly wonder if she’d been in a bad mood the day it was taken. Or maybe she just couldn’t smile easily. I know for me, I always needed to remember something funny to put me in the mood for a family picture, so it would look real.

If I was taking her picture, I probably would have made her laugh right before taking it.

Then, suddenly, I remembered the pictures I had taken of her.

I pulled out my desk drawer and took out my camera, right where I’d left it after snapping some shots of her.

I quickly found the right cable for it in the tangled ball of wires in my other drawer and hooked it up to my laptop, opening the images in a folder.

The first one was of my family by the mantel. I shifted through a few more from that day, us laughing and smiling and playing around. Next were a few shots I took outside, to see how the pictures would look with more exposure. There a few more random pictures until I saw the first one of Jessica.

Naked, blindfolded, and tied to my bed. It was quite an incredible picture, the lamp providing enough light to make out most of the detail of her body, but leaving enough darkness and shadow to leave some mystery.

I made the image full screen, and stroked my growing cock in my jeans. I kept moving through the pictures, seeing the close-ups I’d taken on her face, on her pussy. She was incredible, so unbelievably beautiful. The camera really was great quality, and the pictures were of amazing definition.

The last picture actually made me gasp. I’d forgotten about this one. It turns out I did try to get her to smile, except I just ordered her to.

She looked panicked, afraid, yet she was blushing with clear arousal. A nice, big, fake smile on her lips, but terror in her eyes.

For some reason, it didn’t bother me in this picture like it did with the other one.

Just as I was enjoying my masterpiece, Rose flung open my door and stomped into my room. Luckily my screen wasn’t facing the door, so I quickly clicked away from the pictures and brought up something innocuous.

“Hey little brother.” she said.

“Hey little sister.” I answered trying not to sound guilty. “Ever heard of knocking?”

“Sorry.” she said absently, walking over and leaning on the edge of my desk. She glanced around my room, probably realising she hadn’t been inside it for years. She looked at the books on my shelf, reading the spines.

“Uh… not that I don’t love you visiting but… what’s up?” I asked.

“Oh, yeah.” she said, remembering why she came in, “We’re going to Jessica’s for lunch.”

“Really?” I asked.

It wasn’t totally unusual, but we hardly ever went to Jessica’s place, she always came here. And it was a Friday, which were usually nights she took for free time, but I hadn’t talked to Jessica much since she got back from Paris, after that night. She’d spent every day studying her ass off for our January exams. But now we were finished with them, and just had this last weekend before school started again.

“Yep.” she said, “Aunt Alice and Uncle Bob are both out of the house, for work or something, so I invited us over.”

“Aunt Alice doesn’t have a job, so it’s probably not for work…” I said.

We weren’t related to them, but Jessica’s parents had been such a big part of our lives growing up that we always just referred to them as our aunt and uncle. I’d grown out of it at some point, preferring to just call them by their names, but Rose kept it up.

She knew I thought it was a little childish, so to prove me wrong she stuck out her tongue.

I laughed at her, and she grinned.

Things had never been better between me and Rose. To an outside observer, it would have been impossible to guess at the years of tension and difficulty between us that preceded these few months; things were now as simple and easy as when we were kids.

“Ok, so get ready.” she said, standing up, “We’re leaving in like twenty minutes. Oh, and we’ll probably be staying over. It’s going to be so much fun, trust me.”

She walked out, and I breathed a sigh of relief. It was unlikely she’d have seen them, but even having the photos open on my computer was making me tense.

I copied the images off the camera’s memory card and deleted the originals. I saved them in a well hidden, innocuously named folder, the same one I kept my porn in.

After a second thought, I created a new folder and hid it even better.

After a third thought, I used an old program to password protect and encrypt the folder.

I used to be really interested in to computers; the security on my little laptop could probably rival that on whatever computers the FBI were using. I knew it was far more than I would ever realistically need, but for some reason it made me feel better. Apart from porn, these pictures were the only thing on it that I would even want to hide.

I unplugged the camera, feeling better about having the photos secure.

So… I’d be spending the night at Jessica’s, it seemed. I was a little annoyed at suddenly being forced in to this, but it occurred to me that Rose probably didn’t even see it that way. She didn’t ask me if I wanted to go, but at the same time she didn’t really tell me to go either, not directly. She just let me know what was going to happen; that I was going to have lunch at Jessica’s house, then sleep there. As simple as that.

My twin sister had a very strong personality. I smiled, wondering if she was even knew how controlling she was being.

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We took the short walk over to Jessica’s, and made some sandwiches for lunch.

We watched TV and talked about nothing important for hours. Jessica seemed a lot more relaxed now that she’d allowed herself a whole weekend away from her textbooks, and unlike Rose and I, she didn’t seem at all concerned about what the results of the tests would be. She’d ace every single one, as always.

Around five we ordered ourselves a huge pizza, and Jessica brought in a bottle of beer for each of us that her dad had left. In all, it was a very enjoyable day.

“Well, this has been fun.” said Rose suddenly, after wolfing down her last slice.

“Are we leaving?” I asked as she stood up.

“Well I’m leaving.” she answered, “I’ve got plans. You know, things to do, people to see.”

“Wait… are you serious?” I asked, “You were so excited for this, and now you’re leaving?”

“Oh relax!” Rose said cheerfully, “You’ll have plenty of fun here with just the two of you, I’m sure.”

I was actually expecting something like this. I guessed she’d taken at least an hour to work up the courage to propose this to me. When I saw her hesitating about something, I thought that whatever she was going to be say would be a big ask, and I’d assumed I was wrong. After all, being here instead of our place was no problem at all. Now I saw her real plan. She wanted to leave the two of us together.

As far as she knew, Jessica and I had barely been in the same room together without her for more than a few minutes at a time. Of course, she didn’t know what we’d normally be planning for a Friday night.

“When are you coming back?” Jessica asked.

“Not sure.” said Rose, putting her coat on, “Just hang out here… I’ll call you and let you know what’s happening.”

“Um, bye I guess.” said Jessica.

“Have fun you two.” said Rose, leaving the room.

Jessica and I sat in silence as we heard her leave the house, then she giggled nervously as we heard the car start up and drive away. Rose wouldn’t be coming back.

I sighed and stretched out along the couch. Rose’s sudden departure had left a somewhat awkward atmosphere. Jessica was smiling at me.

Anticipation, happiness, excitement. Nothing fake about this smile.

“So… I guess it’s just the two of us.” she said.

I didn’t answer her. I just sighed again and found the remote, then flicked on the TV. It was already dark outside, and we hadn’t turned any lights on yet. Jessica stood up and started cleaning around us, lifting the empty pizza box and beer bottles.

I was weirdly pissed off with Rose.

She wasn’t even trying to be subtle anymore; she was trying to force Jessica and I to be friends by making us spend time alone. I smirked to myself at what she’d think about how we usually spent our alone time together. It was funny in an ironic kind of way, but Rose’s attitude still made me angry.

She didn’t even seem to care why things had changed between me and Jessica. She didn’t ask me about it, or seem to want to know at all. She just went along with things, hoping that nothing would happen to shake it all up again. I could see it when the three of us were together, the way her eyes would dart between us, the way she’d try to fill the lulls and silences in our conversations. I ignored it, but there were all these little signs that she was still so nervous about us, even though it had been months since all this had started.

I frowned, trying to ignore the anger rising in my chest. Jessica had bullied me for years, both openly and in private. Rose didn’t know half the things that had been done to me by her best friend, and she didn’t want to know. She stopped trying to comfort me or take my side sometime around our 14th birthday, and now she was just clumsily and opportunistically trying to force a deeper relationship.

Jessica finished cleaning up pizza box and empty bottles and walked back into the living room. She flounced down beside me and smiled. There she was. My worst nightmare. My new best friend.

“So what do you wanna do, Sir?” she said seductively.

“I wanna watch TV.” I answered coldly.

“Oh… Ok.” she said, disappointed.

I surfed through the channels, ignoring her and not bothering to fill the silence. She didn’t say anything either, but she obviously wanted to. She kept turning to look at me for a few seconds before glancing back at the screen. There wasn’t anything good on, and I couldn’t shake my sour mood.

It had come out of nowhere, this feeling, but it wouldn’t fade. Did Rose really think this would be enough? Just get us more used to each other and forget it had all happened? Did she really not care about the truth?

“Do you still dream about me?” I asked suddenly.

“Do I… what?” she asked.

I turned to look at her, keeping emotion from my face.

“You told me once that you had sex dreams about me. Does it still happen?” I asked.

“Uh… yeah, sometimes.” she said.

“Tell me about them.” I ordered.

“Um… really?” she said nervously.

I tilted my head, but didn’t reply.

She’d blurted out the stuff about the dreams before we’d even had sex, when I’d just given her a taste of the pleasure she was capable of then left her without it for a few weeks. I could tell she’d regretted it, but I wanted to hear more. I wanted to embarrass her again.

“Ok…” she said quietly after a few seconds of silence. “Well, the last one was a few weeks ago, when I was in Paris. I’d bought a… you know, some underwear to wear for you and… and…”

She trailed off, looking away.

I kept looking at her, but turned the TV down. She was blushing.

“Go on.”

“When I went to sleep, I was thinking about what you’d think when you saw me in it. What you might… do to me.”

She met my eye again. She swallowed nervously and let out a heavy breath.

“I don’t remember much of the actual dream, but… when I woke up I was all…wet, and I… I missed you.”

“What did you think I’d do?” I asked.

She bit her lip and looked away again. This was turning her on, being forced to share her private, shameful thoughts with me. She tucked her legs under her and got onto her knees, curling up as if trying to hide.

“I thought you’d…”

She stopped.

“Thought I would what?” I said sternly.

“Grab me, and… and kiss me. Bite… bite my lip.” she said, a seductive sigh in her voice.

She was already so wound up, so ready for me. Just a few seconds of conversation and she was willing and eager. What a beautiful slut, I thought. A slut that could scream obscenities at the top of her lungs while having sex, but blush just talking about it.

“Hm.” I answered, turning back to the TV. I turned it up and started to flick through the channels again.

She started to say something, then stopped. Out of the corner of my eye I saw her lean towards me. She tentatively put her hand on my chest, and leaned in to kiss me.

“Stop it.” I said, without looking at her.

She froze for a second, then quickly pulled away.

Again, I ignored her and stayed focused on the TV. She didn’t wait too long before breaking the silence.

“Are we going to…?” she asked quietly.

I sighed, but didn’t answer.

I could see her start to fidget nervously. She moved around on the couch, trying to get comfortable.

“I…” she said softly, but stopped herself again.

I slowly turned to look at her. She was up on her knees, facing me, with her hands folded in her lap. She looked sad. Sad and… lost.

“You want me to tell you what to do.” I realised aloud.

She nodded, her eyes wide.

Usually when it came to sex, Jessica knew what she was doing at every point, because I told her. Leaving her like this was literally the opposite of what she’d confessed to liking about submitting to me, no instructions or commands, unsure of what she should do.

“Get me a drink.” I said, once again turning away from her.

She quickly got up off the couch and walked into the kitchen.

I didn’t watch her go.

She walked back in a few minutes later and handed me an open beer, which I took without looking at her.

She moved to sit down, but I stopped her.

“No.” I said calmly.

“What?” she asked.

“Sit on the floor.” I ordered.

I was in a shitty mood, and I wanted to exert some control over her.

“Yes Sir.” she purred.

I was sitting on the right side of the couch in front of the TV, and she knelt on my right, looking up at me.

I took a sip of beer and went back to channel surfing. I felt her slowly run her hand up my leg towards my knee.

“Stop it, we’re not doing anything.” I said.

“Uh, so why am I down here?” she asked.

“Because I want you to sit on the floor.” I said coldly.

“I… Are you serious?” she asked after a few seconds.

I ignored her.

“You seriously just want me to sit on the floor?” she asked.

“Yes.”

“Why?” she asked, “This is stupid.”

“You said you would do what you’re told.” I said, keeping my voice calm.

“Well… yeah, I will.” she said.

“So do this.” I said, staring into her eyes.

She looked up at me for a few more seconds before pouting and turning away from me, towards the TV. She crossed her arms and angrily kicked her legs out from under her, choosing not to kneel. But this didn’t bother me. She was sitting at my feet in her own home. She was humiliated.

After a few minutes, she turned to me again.

“I’m not going to just sit here while we watch TV.” she said angrily.

“Yes you are.” I said simply.

“This… this is…” she stuttered, “You can’t just…”

“Jessica.” I said sternly, “This isn’t a debate. This is where you’re sitting tonight, because I want you to. That’s it.”

“That’s just it, is it?” she scoffed.

I slowly sipped my beer.

“That’s it.” I said.

She glared at me, and for a second I was sure she was going to stand up and storm out. I wouldn’t have minded, really. But something inside her seemed fold, and she let out a long, frustrated breath. She turned around and crossed her arms angrily, pushing her back against the couch.

I finally found something on TV worth watching, but I kept glancing down at her. She seemed to slowly relax, and after a while even seemed comfortable down there, sitting at my feet.

Where she belongs, I thought with a smirk, trying not to laugh at how much like a cartoon villain that made me sound.

And just like that, I was in a good mood again. Nothing like humiliating the source of your anger to help you get over it.

I decided to reward her for her obedience. She stiffened at my touch, but all I had to do was run my hand through her hair and I could see her relax again. I kept stroking her, sometimes just sliding along her hair and sometimes gently massaging her scalp with my fingers.

The show I’d settled on was some sort of real life cop drama which I found interesting. I was stroking her for a while, just enjoying the feeling of dominance and watching the TV, when she let out a little moan of pleasure.

I smirked, and swept her hair back forcefully before increasing the strength of my grip. Again, as I stroked her she sighed with pleasure and leaned her head against my leg.

“See?” I said gently, “Isn’t it easier if you don’t question what I want you to do?”

She turned to look at me, frowning.

I smiled.

“You can just do what you’re told.” I said, “You don’t have to think, or ask questions. Just do it.”

Her eyes widened slightly, and again I stroked her hair.

“I mean, that’s what you want, isn’t it?” I asked. “Not having to think, or make your own decisions. You just want some orders to follow.”

She didn’t respond, and she didn’t turn away. She seemed surprised at what I was saying.

“If I want you to sit at my feet because that’s where I feel you belong, you just do it.” I said, “Right?”
She nodded, her eyes still wide.

I ran my fingers down her face, and cupped her jaw. I pressed my thumb against her lips and she opened her mouth to gently lick the tip. I pushed it in and she immediately began to suck and lick it seductively.

My cock twitched at her total submission. I gently thrust my thumb in and out, sliding it along her tongue. She opened her mouth wide and swirled her tongue around it, as if to show me what my cock was missing.

“Clothes off.” I said, trying to keep my voice steady.

She smiled and immediately yanked off her t-shirt, and she didn’t even bother to stand up to yank off her jeans and panties. After that she whipped off her bra and knelt in front of me, her head between my legs.

I slowly unzipped my pants and pulled out my semi-hard cock. Wasting no time, I grabbed her by the hair and yanked her forward. She moaned with lust as she took me into her mouth and started to pleasure me.

I sighed loudly and leaned back, running my fingers through my hair. It was almost worth keeping her waiting just for the feeling of relief I got from finally letting her touch me, even without the added bonus of frustrating her.

She was on top form tonight, using every trick she knew to worship my rock hard cock, as well as a few new ones. Every now and again she would forcefully flick her tongue against the head of my cock, so hard it was almost painful, but them immediately give a long, slow lick before sliding me into her throat. She started to do this over and over, a quick routine that quickly became practised. The second I was getting used to the feeling, however, she slid my shaft out of her mouth and gripped the head hard, slowly jerking it while licking the base.

Where did she learn this stuff? Seriously, I’d watched porn specifically dedicated to impressive blowjob technique that didn’t have stuff like this. I guess that’s what happens with a creative, intelligent girl who genuinely wants to pleasure you.

She reached in and wrapped her soft fingers around my balls, and gently pulled them out of my underwear. She quickly pulled them into her mouth and licked them, and again my mind was overwhelmed with the sudden pleasure.

I lay back and sighed again, but I jumped with surprised when my phone started to vibrate in my pocket.

I frantically pulled it out while Jessica backed away from me. It was Rose.

I thought for a brief second, then grabbed Jessica and led her back to my cock.

“I didn’t tell you to stop.” I grunted.

She looked at me, surprised, but she slowly smiled, and started to lick me again.

I took a deep breath and answered the phone.

“Heeey little brother.” Rose said loudly into my ear.

“Wow, hi.” I said, stopping to clear my throat, “Someone’s been drinking.”

“Ooh, wellll maybe a li’l bit.” she said, a slight slur to her words. “You two having fun without me?”

“Oh yeah, plenty of fun.” I said, “You know, I think Jessica and I are really becoming close.”

I put my hand on Jessica’s head and pushed down hard, forcing her to take me to the base.

“Really?” asked Rose excitedly.

“Yeah, I really think so.” I said, “In fact, she’s sucking my dick as we speak.”

Jessica let out a yelp of surprise but Rose just laughed, thinking I was joking.

“Haha, oh yeah?” she asked, “Is she any good?”

“Better than you’d think.” I said, “I’m balls deep in her throat right now; your friend can really hold her breath.”

“Ew gross.” Rose laughed.

Jessica moaned and tried to move back, but I held her in place.

“Can you put her on?” Rose said.

I stared into Jessica’s eyes and smirked down at her.

“Yeah, I’ll try to find her.” I said.

I quickly hit the mute button on my cell before yanking Jessica back by the hair, her tight throat sliding off my shaft. She inhaled deeply and coughed a few times, wiping the spit from around her mouth.

“Get your breath back first.” I said, handing her the phone.

She took it and glanced at the screen to see that it was muted. She took a few deep breaths and started to gently stroke my cock with her other hand. She stared into my eyes, and occasionally licked the head. After about a minute she hit the mute button and said,

“Hello?”

Her hand stopped when Rose started speaking, so I took her wrist and encouraged her to continue.

“Yeah.” she said to Rose, trying to keep her voice steady. “Oh, really? That’s cool.”

She laughed at something Rose said, and I got the feeling this conversation was going to take a while. Part of me wanted to push for more pleasure, but I wasn’t sure how Jessica would react to the added risk. I just lay my head back and closed my eyes, trying to enjoy the inconsistent, one-handed hand-job I was receiving.

They were chatting back and forth for a few seconds when I suddenly felt Jessica’s tongue licking the head of my cock. I looked down at her, surprised that she was the one escalating things.

“Uh huh.” she said to Rose, biting her lip and gripping my shaft harder.

I grabbed her hand with mine and squeezed it hard, showing her how strong I wanted her grip to be. She took the hint and increased her speed too. I found myself hoping that the sounds of my spit-lubed cock being jacked like this wouldn’t carry over to the phone.

She leaned away from me, as if reading my mind, but started to twist her wrist each time her fingers got to my swollen cock head. It felt incredible, and the fact that there was chance my sister would hear made it so much hotter.

“Yeah, I know.” Jessica said to Rose, not breaking eye contact with me.

I reached out and grabbed her hair, gently guiding her face back to my shaft. I was going to cum soon, and I didn’t want to hold back.

“No, he’s not here.” Jessica said, “He just handed me the phone and walked off.”

I smirked, even as I had to hold back a grunt of pleasure when she started jacking me even faster.

I could hear Rose’s voice over the phone, although I couldn’t make out any words. I pulled Jessica’s face closer and pressed my cock head against her cheek.

“Yeah.” said Jessica, her voice tinged with lust.

I held back another groan and twisted my grip on her hair. I was seconds away. I pulled her in front of me, my cock aimed right between her eyes.

“Yeah, yeah.” Jessica moaned lustily, and I wasn’t sure if she was talking entirely to Rose.

I took a deep breath and allowed myself to cum. Jessica’s eyes widened in shock as my cock painted her with ropes of my semen. The first two hit her forehead, then her left cheek. She kept stroking me, coaxing out more shots of cum which hit her chin, then she jerked my cock downwards, so the last few landed on her neck and tits.

She seemed stunned by this, unsure of how to react and unable to answer Rose, who was still talking on the other side of the phone. She just stared at me with her mouth open wide in shock, and her breathing heavy and lust filled.

“Yeah.” she said suddenly, breaking eye contact and finally answering Rose. “No, I’m fine. I know.”

She looked up at me again and continued to stroke my cock, which had just begun to soften.

“Look, I know how much you want Stephen and I to be friends.” Jessica said slowly, “But it might still take some time. After everything…it’s still hard.”

She gripped my cock, which had already started to stiffen again.

“It’s just… it’s still really hard.” she said, smiling up at me, my cum all over her face and tits.

Rose said something else, but Jessica was barely paying attention.

“Hm? Oh yeah, that’s fine, he just walked in.” she said, “I’ll put him on.”

She handed me the phone.

“Hello?” I said, putting it to my ear.

“Hey Stephen, look, I’m going to head home now, Ok? But I want you to stay there with Jessica and just… just spend the night, sleep in the guest room. I want you to get to know her better. Is that Ok?” she said.

This time I was barely paying attention, because Jessica had begun to scoop my sperm off her face and suck it off her fingers. She let out a whimper of lust each time she tasted me, then suddenly pinched her nipples hard before cleaning her boobs the same way.

“Stephen, can you hear me?” Rose asked in my ear, for what I realised was the third time without an answer.

“Yeah, Rose, I hear you.” I answered, “I don’t know why you’re trying to force us to be friends, but I’m Ok with spending the night as long as Jessica doesn’t mind.”

Jessica let out a quiet giggle and started to lick my cock again, shaking her head.

“She doesn’t mind.” Rose said.

“Obviously…” I muttered, forgetting for a second that Rose didn’t see her reaction.

“What?” Rose asked.

“It’s fine.” I said, maybe a little too loud, “Jessica says its fine, so I guess I’ll talk to you tomorrow, Ok?”

“Ok!” Rose said happily, “Ok, perfect. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”

“Bye.” I said, then hung up.

Jessica wrapped both of her hands around my shaft from the base, covering about two thirds of it. She pressed the head against her cheek, then turned to lick it.

“I can’t believe you made me do that.” she whimpered. “She could have heard! And you just came all over me…”

“It made you wet, didn’t it?” I said.

She didn’t answer me, just closed her eyes and continued her worship of my cock head with her tongue.

“Answer me.” I ordered softly.

“Yeah… it made me wet.” she said with shame in her voice.

She lifted one leg and exposed her pussy to me. It was clearly slick with arousal, and the sight made me growl with lust. I wanted to pin her down and plunge my cock into her, but instead I just took a deep breath. I reminded myself how important my self-control was, and looked down at her again.

“Do you want to keep sucking my cock?” I asked her.

She smiled and pressed her tongue flat against my cock, then shook her head back and forth, answering me and pleasuring me at the same time.

“What do you want, then?” I asked.

“I want it inside me.” she whispered.

“Inside where?” I prompted.

“Inside… inside my pussy.” she said.

Part of me loved how she still got shy sometimes when I asked her to be graphic.

“Tell me what you want, Jessica.” I said, leaning forward to grip her chin.

“I want you to fuck me.” she said quietly, trying to look away.

“Oh?” I said, turning her face back towards mine.

“I… want you to fuck me with your big cock.” she said, “I want you to take this huge thing…”

She squeezed my shaft with both hands to emphasise her point,

“And use it to stretch out my tight little… cunt.” she finished.

“Is that right?” I asked, “You know what you have to do to get that?”

She grimaced with embarrassment,

“Do I have to beg?” she asked.

That made me smile.

“No, you don’t have to beg.” I said, “But I don’t have to fuck you, either.”

She closed her eyes and took my cock back into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around the head, making me sigh with pleasure, then let it slide out.

“Please.” she said, “Please fuck me. Please Sir.”

“Good girl.” I said.

I pushed her away from me and stood up. I pulled my jeans off completely, but kept my boxers on. I tucked my erection into them, not wanting to walk around naked like she was.

“Come on.” I said, grabbing her by the wrist.

“Where are we going?” she asked, jumping up to follow my grip.

“Well, we can’t let your slutty cunt ruin your parent’s nice couch, can we?” I said, leading to the stairs, “So we’re going to ruin your bed instead.”

I kept a tight grip on her wrist as I lead her up the stairs and into her bedroom. I pushed her towards the bed and she dived at it, giggling. She pushed the covers off and lay back, spreading her legs and displaying her wet pussy to me.

“Are you gonna fuck me, Sir?” she asked, gently thrusting her hips into the air. “Are you going to stretch out my little cunt?”

She seemed to really like that phrase.

I slowly undressed and lay over her. My hard cock was pointing right at her, and she eyed it hungrily.

“You want this inside you?” I asked, wanting to hear her beg.

“Pleeease.” she whined, “Please fuck me.”

I smiled, and slowly pushed myself into her, making her moan with satisfaction.. I started off faster than normal, finding a rapid rhythm with my hips. She stared into my eyes as I thrust into her over and over, before closing her eyes and digging into my arms with her fingertips while groaning with pleasure.

I loved watching her face throughout this, knowing the pleasure I felt from her hot, silky pussy was matched, and probably exceeded by the pleasure she felt. Her legs found a home draped loosely over my hips, and she pulled me down into an aggressive kiss, which I responded to by biting down softly on her tongue. She moaned into my mouth and giggled deliciously as I fucked her harder.

After only a few minutes, she was close to orgasm.

“Sir I’m going to cum.” she whimpered.

“No you’re not.” I answered, slowing my pace.

“Oh God please, please let me…” she moaned.

“No.” I said.

I was completely inside her, and I stopped moving. I then started to draw out slowly, listening to her whimper with pleasure.

“Hold it back, sweetheart.” I said, gently cupping her chin. “You’re not allowed, understand?”

She bit hard on her lip in frustration, but nodded quickly.

I pushed back in incredibly slowly and she let out another long moan.

“Oooh my God, oh my God Sir!” she whined, jerking up sharply.

“Not yet.” I said, grabbing her hair and pulling her back to the bed.

She started taking deep breaths, trying to calm herself as my thick cock slowly drove her right to the edge of release. She let out a fevered whine as I bottomed out inside her. Her hands were gripping her sheet tight, and her jaw was clenched with effort.

I started to slide out again and she exhaled forcefully.

“Please let me cum, Sir.” she begged.

I didn’t acknowledge her, I just kept slowly pulling out of her until only the tip was left inside, then I quickly buried myself to the hilt again. She gasped and moaned with pleasure.

“Oh fuck, oh God!” she cried.

“Don’t you dare.” I threatened, knowing she was right on the brink.

She shut her eyes tight and took a long, shuddering breath, holding herself back. I watched her flat, firm stomach roll with effort, and felt her legs dig into my hips as she panted with effort. I stayed inside her like that for more than a minute, just watching her try to keep herself from exploding.

I desperately wanted to just take her fast and hard, but I got a huge amount of satisfaction from knowing that I could ignore my own need for pleasure, finding far more enjoyment in tormenting her than I would from merely blowing my load.

The minutes ticked on as I continued this slow torture, drawing out of her incredibly slowly then fucking her hard, just once before the last few inches were free, then pulling out again. She stared up at me with a look of lust and awe, silently begging me with her gaze to allow her the pleasure she craved. And then, before too long, she begged me aloud too, knowing that I would ignore her.

“Please…” she groaned, “Please, please, let me cum.”

I loved watching her like this, so completely out of control. She would get this panicked expression each time I started to push back inside, knowing she’d have to brace herself against the pleasure, and each time she succeeded in abstaining she’d let out this cat-like, purring whine. Her long, smooth legs pressed into my sides each time I started to pull out again, as if trying to stop me. Her pussy did the same thing, squeezing around my cock as I slid out, doing everything it could to hold me inside. She felt so good it was incredible. With each passing minute she seemed to get impossibly more wet, more hot, more tight around my invading shaft.

I filled her hard and fast for maybe the thirtieth time, and slid my hand around her throat, moving close to her. She pressed her forehead against my cheek, exhausted.

“Please Sir.” she whispered, panting with exertion. “I can’t hold on. I… oh God Sir, I need it.”

She wrapped her arms around my head and brought her lips right up to my ear.

“Please.” she whispered, so very softly, “Please.”

I felt so close to her, our bodies pressed against one another, our breathing laboured and bodies sweating with effort. I grabbed her hair from behind and yanked her head down to the mattress. I hadn’t said a word to her, but I knew just what she wanted to hear.

“Cum for me.” I ordered.

I didn’t move an inch and neither did she, but staring into her vivid green eyes and giving her that command was enough to set her off. Her eyes rolled back and she let out a high gasp as her fingers dug hard into the back of my neck. She squealed with pleasure as her orgasm exploded, her pussy quivering along the entire length of my shaft.

Her legs were crossed behind me, holding me in place, but I grabbed her hips and forced my way back, pulling out of her almost completely. I quickly slammed back in and started pounding in and out of her. She screamed again as her orgasm was reignited, the pleasure reaching new heights. She gasped and shook as I fucked her, and her tight pussy continued to shake and spasm around my cock.

I suddenly ground my thumb into her exposed clit, wanting to see just how much pleasure she was capable of. At first she just let out a small grunt, but then she drew back to fill her lungs and emitted another piercing squeal of pleasure. Within seconds of attacking her clit, her pussy began to clench around me with a new intensity, and my shaft and balls were coated with a fresh layer of her squirting juices.

The pleasure eventually became too much for me, and I drove myself into her one final time to release my pent up seed into her. My orgasm was intense, as I’d been waiting just as long as her, and the pleasure drove the breath from my lungs in a fevered growl of satisfaction. I kept pumping into her as I my cock fired shot after shot of cum into her, and I felt her body shiver with one more burst of orgasmic pleasure.

She pulled herself towards me as our pleasure faded and my cock began to wilt. She buried her face in the crook of my neck and inhaled the scent of my sweat before kissing and licking along my throat and collar bone. I relaxed my body and took her by the chin, leading her lips to mine. She kissed me passionately, our lips and bodies pressing together. She slowly let the kiss end, then smiled and bit her lip. She pressed her forehead against my collar bone and sighed happily.

“I thought I was going to pass out again.” she confessed, her breath warm against my chest.

We laughed together before I kissed her again. We lay there and kissed for a long time, just holding each other. We didn’t talk, and she barely made a sound aside from the occasional whimper when I’d nibble on her lip. Every time we pulled apart she’d stare into my eyes, her expression so full of adoration. I started to feel it again, that incredible connection with her. Staring into her eyes like that, I felt like I could really understand her, see everything her soul was made of.

But I’d never been able to understand her.

The dark thought crossed my mind, and in seconds the feeling began to fade, replaced with that old familiar bitterness. I’d wished a thousand times that I understood her, that I knew why she’d always treated me like she had, but I still didn’t. This wasn’t a connection, it was just… a stupid feeling, a rush of endorphins after a good fuck.

I sighed and rolled away from her onto my back. Why couldn’t I just feel one thing for her? Just like her or hate her, or just stop caring altogether? I couldn’t hold onto any solid emotion when it came to her.
She put her arm across my chest and kissed my shoulder, still feeling that loving rush.

I sat up slowly, and got off the bed.

“Where are you going?” she asked.

“I’ll be right back.” I muttered, pulling on my jeans.

I left and walked downstairs. I turned off the TV, locked the front door, and turned off all the lights. I stood at the bottom of the stairs for a while, hating the creeping emptiness I felt in my chest. I sighed, not wanting to go back to the room. I didn’t want to feel close to her.

I went back up to room, opening the door and standing in the doorway.

“Night.” I said.

“Wait, where are you going?” she asked.

“The guest room. I can’t sleep in here.” I said.

“Can’t you stay for a little while?” she asked sadly.

With my earlier mistakes, I’d learned that when a submissive is heavily dominated or punished, they might need “after care”, basically to be held and looked after, maybe given something to eat or drink. But right now she was fine; I hadn’t really dominated her tonight. As I saw it, I had no obligation to be here if I didn’t want to.

“The doors locked and every thing’s switched off downstairs.” I said, “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Ok… goodnight!” she called as I closed the door.

I frowned and walked over to the guest room.

“I don’t have to be there……” I told myself aloud as I undressed.

The guest bed was comfortable and barely used, but it didn’t remind me of Jessica.

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