Revenge, Pt 8 : Name Games

CHAPTER 8

She really was a fast learner. I liked to hear her beg, but she said it with a much lighter tone than before.

“So you’re a whore now too?” I asked, smiling with her.

She kissed my cheek and let out whimper of lust.

“If you want me to be your whore, I’ll be your whore.” she whispered.

I smiled and laid my cock flat against her stomach. I raised my torso up and pushed her head down by the hair.

“And what does my little whore want?” I asked.

“She wants to be fucked. Fucked by your big, thick cock Sir.”

She looked down at my impressive length that covered her navel, and let out a little murmur of desire.

“Please fuck your whore, Sir.” she moaned.

I wasted no time in sliding the head of my cock into her tight channel, then sighing with pleasure as I slowly filled her.

She let out a drawn out, “Yessssssss…”, until I pushed in the last inch or so with a suddenly hard thrust, which made her yelp with surprise.

She was so slick and hot, and she quivered along my whole length. She pushed her head back into the cushions and closed her eyes tight.

“You love that cock inside you, slut?” I asked, thrusting in and out with only a few inches.

“Mm hmm…” she whimpered, nodding, “I love…I love the way you fuck me.”

I slid out a little more, depriving her of being filled to her depths. She groaned at the little frustration.

“That’s not what I asked, sweetheart.” I said lightly, “I asked if you love mycock.”

She bit her lip and stared up at me, her emerald eyes swimming with emotion.

“I do…I love your cock, Sir.” she said, as if she was ashamed.

I rewarded her honesty by picking up the pace, and sliding more of my length into her with each stroke.

“You love my big cock?” I prompted.

“Yessss…” she hissed gently, “I love it. I love your…unnghh…” she moaned with sudden pleasure. “I love your huge cock. It stretches my little pussy out…and it hurts…Oh God, it’s so good…It fills me up so good…” she whimpered.

I laughed darkly and sped up again. The increased rhythm made her beautiful boobs bounce and shake with each thrust. I took the left one in my hand, and squeezed it gently. I wanted to explore these wonders more.

I leaned down and took her right nipple into my mouth, sucking and nibbling it gently. Again, I had no real idea what I was doing, but just flicking my tongue across it made her gasp with pleasure.

“Oh that feels…ungh…that feels good…” she sighed, her voice shaking.

I brought my right hand down from her hair and started to gently squeeze and knead the other boob in tandem with my other hand, while taking her left nipple between my lips and giving it the same treatment as the right.

Playing with her incredible tits like this was so deliciously erotic, and it caused my dick to twitch inside her. I suddenly squeezed her both nipples hard and buried my face in her deep cleavage, savouring the incredible softness and heat. Her hands suddenly pushed against the back of my head, and she pulled me harder against her soft chest. I laughed and twisted her nipples lightly, causing her hips to thrust against mine, interrupting my slow and steady pace.

“Sir I’m gonna cum.” she declared suddenly, “Sir, Sir, I’m close…”

I lifted my head up from her wonderful fleshy pillows and squeezed them hard.

“Cum for me, Jessica.” I said gently, “Let me see you cum.”

I increased my pace, faster and faster, until our hips were slamming together. It wasn’t long before she went off, her face body writhing in ecstasy beneath me and her hot pussy juices flowing down my balls. I dug my fingers in harder and went for gold, pumping in to her as fast and hard as I could. She let out another spirited wail, and I knew a second orgasm wasn’t far behind the first.

I’d been holding back for a while now, and I waited until I felt her tight pussy clench around my cock again that I allowed myself release. My hands found her hair and throat as my sperm flowed into her. The aftershocks of her orgasm seemed to fuel my own and it was several long seconds before either of us moved, each of us just enjoying the pleasure of the other’s body.

I stared down at her pleasured features, and she seemed surprised to see me staring when she opened her eyes. She laughed lightly and bit her lip.

I kissed her slowly and tenderly, our tongues finding a sensual dance against one another. I pulled back slightly, and watched as her tongue tried to follow mine, wriggling outside her mouth. I smiled and she pouted up at me, and then I kissed her again. I put my hand against her forehead and gently pushed her down, again breaking the kiss before she was ready.

I kissed her closed lips, always pulling away just as she tried to kiss me back. She let out a whimper of frustration and tried feebly to push against me. I laughed, and continued the slow teasing as we got our breath back.

As deftly as I could, I tried to get on my back and simultaneously roll her on top of me. It didn’t quite go as planned, and she giggled as she wriggled around on top of me, trying to find her usual position. She found it, and her body relaxed.

I looked down at her, both of us panting and smiling.

“I love you.” she said, leaning in to kiss my neck and cheek. “I love you, Sir.”

“I know, sweetheart.” I said, trying to get my breath back.

“Yeah?” she said with a smile, meeting my eye.

She may not have known everything about me, or what I was feeling, or what I thought of her, but I had no doubt now how she felt about this side of me.

“I guess…I didn’t really believe you. But…yeah.” I said.

Her smile grew, and she hugged me tightly.

“I do love you. But…you were kinda right…” she said quietly, “I do seriously love your cock, too.”

I laughed, and she giggled along with me. I kissed her forehead and pulled her close to me. She rolled over and looked up at me, her smooth legs resting between mine. I stroked her hair and gently massaged her scalp, thinking of how violently I’d been hurting her here just a little while ago.

She rolled off me and we both lay on our sides, facing each other. We didn’t speak, but just occasionally gave each other a few kisses on whatever exposed skin was available. She laughed gently as she kissed and nibbled on my jaw line, and I responded my nibbling her ear lobe. This got a surprised little gasp of pleasure, which made us both laugh.

We rested and dozed lightly for almost an hour, just relaxing and moving with each other to get comfortable.

Embracing the lighter side of my feelings felt good. I could forget everything she’d been to me and just focus on what she was. And she was incredible.

After a time, we both seemed to perk up a little more, recovering from our earlier fun. I rolled onto my back and pulled her with me, and she laid her head on my shoulder again. She looked up at me with those adoring eyes, and I honestly wondered how I’d ever managed to get to this point. I didn’t think I would ever feel so close, so intimate with another person, least of all Jessica.

A thought rose unbidden in the back of my mind. I’d never told her I loved her, and she’d never asked about it. Did she not care? Did she just assume I did? Either way, my own feelings towards her were something I was still figuring out. Like I said, I’d felt what I thought was love before, and I felt similar things for Jessica. But as much as I liked her, and cared about her, I wasn’t sure this would be called love.

And that’s without going into the darker feelings.

But I didn’t have to think about that now, I thought, sighing contentedly. We were both happy right then, and that was enough.

I opened my eyes to see that she was watching me intently. Her eyes were locked on to my lower lip, and she sighed.

“Are…are you going to tell me what happened?” she asked, breaking the long silence.

She reached towards my face, but then stopped herself. She was so worried for me. I smiled, and she looked confused.

“Fine.” I said, “You were right, it was Mike.”

“Oh, I knew it.” she said. “What happened? Why did he…does he know about us? Was it my fault?” she asked.

I laughed.

“Actually, I think he does suspect something. Or he was just being a dick because he could. It doesn’t matter, anyway. I took care of it.”

“But what happened?” she desperately asked again.

I sighed. She wasn’t going to give this up.

“He told me not to sit with you any more. Said you were still “his girl”, and that I had to stay away. At first…well, at first I didn’t know what to do. But eventually I got him to follow me into the bathroom, where I basically told him to go fuck himself. That’s when he did this.”

I gestured to my lip.

“And…this and this.” I said, pointing to the two bruises on my torso, which were mostly covered with her body.

“Oh.” she said, looking down. “Oh my God.”

She rolled off me, noticing my other injuries for the first time. In the low light, they were hard to notice, and I guess she didn’t really look anywhere except my face and crotch, I thought with a smile.

Anger exploded across her face so quickly, and her body tensed up.

“I’m going to kill him.” she growled.

“Jessica…” I warned.

“No!” she said angrily, “I’m going to rip his tiny cock right off. Who the fuck does he think he is? God, he thinks I was a bitch before? I’ll fucking kill him!”

“Jessica!” I said firmly, my voice sounding deeper and more powerful.

Just like at the cafeteria, the sudden authority in my voice seemed to shock her.

“You’re not even going to look at him, do you understand? This is between me and him now.” I said.

She glared into my eyes, unwilling to back down.

“How do you know this isn’t going to happen again?” she asked.

“Because he knows he’ll have to do much, much worse than this if he ever wants to control me.” I said, matching her ferocity. “I laughed at him, Jessica. I laughed in his face and told him he’d never be able to scare me into obeying him. And he was afraid of me.”

I thought back to his dumbfounded, terrified expression.

“You’re fuckin’ nuts!”

I smiled at the memory. My laughter had been pretty insane, as was my insistence that he’d have to kill me for me to obey him…but I thought I’d handled the whole thing pretty well.

“I don’t think I have to worry about him any more. And even if I do…I don’t needyou to protect me.” I said harshly.

She seemed surprised at my answer but she still had her guard up, anger playing across her features.

“Tell me you won’t even admit that you know this happened.” I said. “Tell me you won’t try to get back at him.”

“If he hurts you again-” she started.

“Jessica!” I shouted, cutting her off.

I grabbed her hair and yanked her towards me.

“This isn’t a debate!” I hissed. “Mike is none of your business any more. As far as you’re concerned, he’s just some asshole you used to fuck, got it?”

She whimpered with pain and struggled against me. I tightened my grip.

“Do you understand?” I asked again.

“Yes! I get it!” she whined.

I released her, and her head dropped to my chest. I took her softly by the chin and turned her face towards mine.

There were tears welling up in her eyes, and she still looked angry.

“Sweetheart…” I sighed, “I know you want to help me, but this isn’t something I need help with. I can handle Mike by myself, Ok? Trust me.”

Her expression softened, and she leaned towards me.

“I just don’t want him to hurt you again.” she said.

“He won’t.” I said firmly.

She stared into my eyes for another few seconds before nodding and looking away. It had been a long time since someone had been so protective of me. It felt good, and I couldn’t help but smile.

I felt like I had Mike under control, at least for now. Even if I didn’t, I wouldn’t have anyone else fighting my battles for me, especially not her of all people.

I pulled Jessica close to me again.

“I don’t want you to get hurt.” she said again, pulling away and looking up at me.

Having someone care about me to this extent was really strange.

I kissed her, and she responded by taking my injured lip between hers and licking it softly. I laughed as she sucked on it, and she giggled in return.

She pulled back and slowly slid her body down mine, leaning in to kiss the bruise below the centre of my chest a few times, letting her tongue sneak out and lick it softly. She was being so oddly tender, and it felt so intimate. Once she’d kissed every bit of the wide bruise, she slid down again, accidentally engulfing my cock in her boobs as she started to kiss the bruise on my ribs.

She felt my cock growing between her warm tits, and she smirked up at me. She slid lower, until her chest was resting against my legs and her face was behind my growing erection.

“Did he hurt you here, Sir?” she asked sweetly, taking my thick, half-hard cock in her soft hand and staring up at me. “Do you want me to kiss it better?”

It amazed me how quickly she could submit.

“Can I kiss it, Sir?” she asked quietly, “Can I suck you?”

She stared at my growing cock, biting her lip as she ran her hand along it’s length.

“Do it.” I said.

She quickly smiled up at me before planting a firm kiss on the head of my cock, pressing it hard against her lips. From there she started her usual warm up routine, planting firm kisses and licks all along my shaft.

“I can taste myself on you.” she said stroking me, “I can taste my…my slutty pussy on your…big cock.”

I was surprised to hear her talk like that without being ordered. Her cheeks had a light blush to them. She’d told me herself that submitting to me made her feel “pathetic”. Disgusting, even. It humiliated her. She looked away from me as she sucked the head of my cock into her mouth and swirled her tongue around it.

I suppressed a groan, but immediately regretted it. I didn’t have to hide my pleasure from her. As the pressure in her mouth increased, I let out a pleasured sigh.

“Good girl.” I said.

She pulled back.

“Do you like that, Sir?” she asked, sounding surprised.

“Lick the base.” I ordered.

She immediately complied, and started feverishly licking the bottom of my shaft.

“Not like that.” I said.

I sat up and put one hand on the back of her head. With the other I pointed to where my shaft met my scrotum.

“Put your tongue here.” I ordered.

I moved my finger and her tongue took it’s place. She didn’t move, and for a second I enjoyed the feeling of her hot, quivering tongue on the sensitive spot.

“Now, keep your tongue flat and lick all the way to the top.” I said.

She slowly did what I ordered, using her other hand to push my shaft against her tongue as it glided up the underside of my cock. A shiver of pleasure rolled down my spine, and I sighed again as she reached the head. I loved it when she licked me like that. Without speaking I guided her forward, and she took me into her mouth. I lightly gripped her hair and led her up and down in a slow, steady rhythm.

Her eyes were closed, and she suddenly whimpered with lust. She liked being told exactly what to do, it seemed.

“Now, show me what you did all that practice for.” I said as I pushed her down.

She inhaled sharply through her nose and took me into her throat. She hesitated for a second as she relaxed.

“That’s it, sweetheart, all the way down.” I said gently.

She let out a few more mewling whimpers, and looked into my eyes as she took me all the way to the base. She held it there, waiting for more instruction.

I enjoying the heat of her throat encasing my entire cock, and the look of lust and submission in her eyes. She didn’t make a sound except for the occasional pulse of her throat, not even able to breath around the girth of my shaft. After around 30 seconds of this intense pleasure, I slowly pulled her up. Couldn’t have her choking again, after all.
She inhaled as soon as my cock left her throat and resumed swirling her tongue. I pulled her up until my cock popped free from her lips, although it felt like she was trying to pull it along with her through force of suction alone.

With my other hand, I grabbed the base of my cock. I pressed the head against her cheek, tapping it lightly a few times. She closed her eyes and whimpered again.

“Do you love this cock, slut?” I asked gently.

“Yes, Sir. I love your big cock.” she replied breathlessly.

I slid it along her soft cheek, covering her with her own spit and my pre-cum. Her blush deepened and she let out a fevered moan. This was humiliating for her, but that was part of the appeal. This kind of degradation went hand-in-hand with the submission for her. I looked over her head and saw that she was crossing her arms behind her back, in the same position I’d tied them in the first time.

“Do you want this big cock in your throat?” I asked.

She let out a whine of arousal.

“Please use my throat again.” she answered quickly.

Use? The word made my cock twitch and my heart pound.

“Use?” I repeated, smiling. “You want me to use you? Hm? Use your tight, slutty little throat?”

I could see her humiliation deepen and she let out a soft whimper. I pressed the head against her lips, but pulled her away as she opened her mouth to it.

“Answer me.” I said.

“Yes.” she said quietly.

“Jessica. Come on.” I said condescendingly.

She closed her eyes and swallowed hard, preparing herself. She looked into my eyes, and I smirked down at her.

“Please use my throat, Sir. Please use your slut.” she begged. “Use my…my slutty little throat for your thick cock.”

“Good girl.” I said.

I fed her my cock and guided her down my shaft, grunting with lust as I met her throat again. But I pulled up, and let it rest in her mouth.

“Deep breath, sweetheart.” I said gently. .

She nodded and breathed deeply before I suddenly pushed down hard on the back of her head, forcing my cock hard into her. I pumped her up and down the bottom half of my length with both hands, and twisted her hair each time her chin pressed against my balls. She was letting out a constant, low hum, which was steadily interrupted by the sound of her throat being filled. She was still staring into my eyes, and I glared down at her as I fucked her face hard. She closed her eyes, and I did the same, echoing her moan.

The incredible heat and tightness of her throat drove everything but pleasure from my mind, and I lost myself in my display of dominance. I started to sigh and groan as my pleasure increased.

“Look at me.” I said, looking down at her.

She quickly opened her eyes.

“Do you like being used by me?” I asked, pinching her cheek with my left hand.

She grunted and hummed in response. I slapped her hard on the cheek, flinching as I felt her teeth press against the base of my cock.

“Answer me, whore.” I said.

She let out a high pitched squeal and I felt her resist my grip, desperate to obey. I laughed darkly as I shoved her down even harder. I held her there for a few seconds, flexing my cock inside the slick passage of her throat, before quickly yanking her off.

She lifted her head high and breathed deeply, trying not to cough.

I yanked her back to my crotch and slammed my cock against her lips. Her whole mouth was covered in spit, and there were a few strands of saliva connecting her lips and chin to my cock. She was swaying her hips back and forth urgently, obviously desperate for contact.

“Tell me what you want, slut.” I growled.

“Use me!” she shouted, her voice hoarse, “Please, please cum! Fuck my throat! Use me, Sir!”

I fed her my cock and pushed her to back to the base, hard. I pumped the last few inches in and out of her for another few minutes before I stopped trying to hold the pleasure back.

“Swallow.” I ordered, grunting as I ejaculated into her.

She let out another piercing squeal, and the depth and humiliation of her submission had triggered her own orgasm. We came together, with me firing shot after shot of sperm down her throat, and her pussy twitching and convulsing without even being touched. I let out a shuddering sigh as my orgasm ended, and slid my thoroughly spit-drenched cock out of her mouth. She pressed her head against my thigh, and her body continued to shake.

I threw myself forward and reached behind her. I grabbed her bruised ass hard, digging my fingers in deep, and pulled her towards me as she let out another shriek. She quickly straddled my thigh and dug her face into the crook of my neck, still gasping and shaking. She wrapped her arms behind my neck and gripped tight.

“Sir…” she gasped, “Sir, I…I…”

“Cum for me, sweetheart.” I whispered, kissing her on the neck.

She emitted another squeak of pleasure and writhed her hips, grinding her hot, wet, pulsing pussy against my leg. I kissed her neck and slapped her ass with both hands, causing her to jump forward. Her heavy boobs pushed into my chest, and I could feel her hard nipples poking my skin.

“I’m…uhhuuuuh…” she moaned, “Oh God…Oh God!”

Her body stayed taut and tense against mine as she humped me, coating my thigh in her juices. I smiled and bit down hard on her shoulder, revelling in how every new sensation seemed to prolong and amplify her pleasure. Her orgasm went on and on, and seemed to last forever. I grounded myself in the moment, determined to remember every gasp, every sigh, every thrust of her hips. This moment was all the evidence I needed that Jessica was made to be dominated.

She eventually slowed her frantic pace and let herself rest against me. Her hips would still thrust irregularly every few seconds.

I leaned back looked at her. She was incredible. Her face was blushed deep red, and her eyes were wide and dazed. Her mouth and chin her still coated in a shiny layer of spit. I grabbed her jaw and aggressively licked her lips before sliding my tongue downwards and licking her chin clean. Without breaking contact, I slid my tongue back up to her lips and slipped it between them, kissing her deeply. She moaned lustfully into my mouth, and I felt her body sag wearily.

I broke the kiss and she let her head rest on my shoulder.

“Sir…” she whispered, her body twitching, “I’m…I’m still-“

She cut herself off with a final high-pitched gasp before completely collapsing against me. Her body still made little thrusts and shakes as her orgasm finally faded. I’d never seen it last that long. For a few minutes we both stayed silent, basking in our pleasure.

I lay down and took her with me, settling her head on my shoulder.

“Did you have fun, sweetheart?” I asked, smiling.

She giggled, exhausted.

“Mm hmm.” she said lightly. “Thanks for letting me suck you.”

“You mean, for using you?” I asked.

I kissed her on the head, and she squirmed against me.

“Did you like being used by me?” I asked, “Hm? Did you like it when I fucked your little throat?”

“Yes, Sir.” she sighed happily, “I love being used by you. I love being yours.”

“Good girl.” I said.

She kissed my neck and laughed gently.

I knew she had to leave soon, but I didn’t want her to. And there was something else I needed to talk to her about, before I forgot. She’d called me “Sir” by accident, at the cafeteria, in front of her friends. She covered it pretty clumsily, but luckily no one had noticed. It couldn’t happen again.

“By the way,” I said, “You can’t call me “Sir” when we’re not alone. You’ll have to get used to using my name.”

I honestly couldn’t remember the last time I’d heard her say my name. For so many years she’d just called me “Faggot”, or “Kid”, or “Bitch”.

“Right,” she said uncertainly, remembering why I was bringing it up. “Um, I guess that’s fine.”

There was a beat of silence.

“Well?” I prompted.

“Oh right, I don’t normally use your name at all, do I? So I guess I’ll call you…” she said.

She seemed to think about it for a few seconds, but then smiled.

“Steven.” she said.

That was weird. Hearing her say my name in that seductive, adoring voice made my heart skip a beat.

“Steven Bale.” she said, as if tasting the words on her tongue. “Yeah…that works.”

It seemed like it had been a while since she’d thought about me with that label too. Even in her head I was probably just “Roses’ Brother”, until I was “Sir”.

“Steven owns me.” she admitted quietly.

I immediately felt my pulse quicken, and a strange heat flowed through me. It sounded so different when she used my actual name.

“I love you, Steven.” she said suddenly, nuzzling into my neck.

I tried to stop my body from stiffening in surprise, and I let out a strange stunted laugh. I was glad the light was dim, because I knew that I was blushing. Why did it affect me so differently when she didn’t call me Sir?

She wasn’t just infatuated with some dark persona I displayed to her. She was in love with me. Me, the same awkward, lonely guy that she’d mocked for years. It was suddenly real in an oddly profound way.

“Good girl.” I mumbled.

She looked up at me and smiled. I think she suspected that hearing my name used like that had startled me, and she kissed me lightly on the cheek with a small laugh.

“I want to be a good girl for you, Steven.” she said lightly, almost thoughtfully.

She ran a finger along my collar bone, caressing me absent-mindedly.

“I don’t understand so much about…whatever it is you’re doing to me. But I know that much.” she said, smiling. “I want to be your good girl. It’s kind of weird how much I want it, actually.”

I was starting to feel a little overwhelmed, suddenly. She seemed too calm and content. So far I’d only seen her struggle with these feelings but now she was coming to terms with them, in a way. She was starting to really accept the labels I’d given her. That worried me. I’d only called her these things to hurt her, to make her suffer.

Slut. Whore. Even “My good girl.” had a condescending possessiveness to it. Did I really want her thinking of herself in these terms? This proud, strong, beautiful, intelligent woman. Did she really deserve to be treated like this?

But…she’d answered that herself, hadn’t she? At every push from me, she had eventually yielded. She degraded herself in submission to me. She accepted any punishment I had to give, and even admitted to enjoying them.

I shook my head at myself. I was being stupid. Now wasn’t the time to second-guess myself. I wasn’t threatening her or blackmailing her. She allowed herself to be treated this way because that’s how she wanted to be treated. I, with all my darkness and anger, made her happy. She loved me for it.

She was a slut, and a whore. She was submissive and a masochist. Her new comfort with these ideas shouldn’t have shaken me the way they did, but there was something about her actually being ready for all this that unnerved me. But it was exciting, too. She was discovering new depths to her submission, even as I was with my domination.

“So we’re not going to see each other for a while.” she said suddenly, pulling me from my thoughts.

“What?” I blurted out.

“Christmas.” she said.

My mind was a little slow to interpret her meaning.

Christmas was less than a week away. A few days after that, everyone would leave for their winter vacation.

My mom and dad were going on a romantic get-away to God knows which sun-soaked island a million miles away. Basically they headed to wherever was hottest, as neither of them could handle the cold.

Jessica’s mother Alice would be taking she and Rose somewhere together, and Jessica’s father, Bob, would be heading out hunting or fishing or gambling; something typically masculine. He took his wife’s absence as a chance to spend some male bonding time with his buddies.

Everyone would be gone for at least two weeks, usually leaving a few days after Christmas.

And me? I was staying at home, alone.

It was something of a tradition. It had started two years ago, when I was 16. I used to relish our family vacations, as they were the only time I got alone with Rose away from Jessica. However that year Bob and Alice seemed to be having a bit of marital strife, and needed some time apart. We were always on first name terms with Jessica’s parents, even as kids, but we weren’t trusted with the full details of why they were taking separate vacations that winter.

Anyway, Alice had the great idea to invite Rose along with her and Jessica. This left me with the pretty dire situation of being alone with my parents for two weeks. The point of the vacations were usually for Rose and I to spend time together doing fun kid stuff while our parents did whatever they seemed to enjoy doing so much alone in the hotel room.

I wasn’t about to spend my whole New Year break being awkwardly kicked out on my own so my parents could fuck in private.

I may sound bitter, but once I got over the idea of being further separated from Rose, I actually jumped at the chance to spend some time alone. I got the house to myself, I could stay up as late as I wanted, eat what I wanted, and pretty much just live free of Jessica for two whole weeks. I convinced my dad to let me stay on my own by parroting back all the lessons he and Mom had been telling us for years about why independence and self-sufficiency were so important. They trusted me enough to know I wasn’t going to throw any wild parties or anything, which I would have appreciated if I’d had any friends to throw a wild party with.

It was an odd situation, but everyone had had so much fun that year, myself included, that we’d done it again the next year. And I knew it was going to happen again soon. I’d heard Rose talk about where she and Jessica were going, even. But for some reason it just hadn’t occurred to me that I’d be away from Jessica for that amount of time. Again, my procrastination-honed brain seemed to be adept at just ignoring facts that I didn’t like.

“Oh, yeah.” I said lightly, “Where are you guys going this year?”

“Paris, for two weeks.” she said, “For all that fun shopping we girls love to do so much.”

She sounded sarcastic, but I could tell she was excited.

“I’m gonna miss you.” she said. She tried to make it sound light-hearted, but again I noticed an edge of nerves in her voice.

“Yeah…” I said lightly, “Two whole weeks without me. Actually, Christmas Eve is next Friday, so I won’t be able to see you then. More like three weeks.”

“Oh, yeah…” she said.

She was tense, and a heavy silence followed.

“Do you think you’ll be able to last for three weeks, sweetheart?” I asked, still keeping my voice light. “I mean, do you remember what happened the last time you didn’t cum for that long?”

She didn’t answer.

“Three whole weeks without an orgasm.” I said, “That seems like too long for a slut like you, doesn’t it?”

Again, she stayed silent.

“Doesn’t it, Jessica?” I asked again, my voice taking a darker tone.

“Yeah…” she said.

“Do you think you’ll be able to do it?” I asked. “Do you think you’ll be a good girl for me?”

“I…I don’t know.” she said honestly.

“Hmm…” I said, pretending to think, “Well, let’s make it fun, shall we? If you can last three whole weeks without an orgasm, I’ll give you a nice little reward.”

She perked up at that.

“What kind of reward?” she asked.

“A surprise.” I said.

“Ok.” she said excitedly, “I think I can do it.”

“But,” I said, pausing, “If you aren’t a good girl for me…you know, if you decide to touch that sensitive little pussy and cum without my permission…then you’ll get a punishment.”

I leaned close, and lowered my voice.

“And I promise you, Jessica,” I said, “It’ll be so much worse than anything I’ve done to you so far.”

She squeaked with fear, and the tone was suddenly dark again.

“I can do it.” she blurted out, “I’ll be a good girl.”

I pulled away from her, and looked down. She looked eager to please me, determined to prove herself.

“You know you can’t lie to me, don’t you.” I said, my tone serious.

“I…I’ve never lied to you.” she said, as if the idea offended her.

“Good. But I’m telling you now that you’re not allowed to.” I said. My voice was stern, and almost angry. “No matter how small or insignificant it seems, you can never lie to me, do you understand?”

“Yes.” she said, nodding, “I won’t, I won’t lie to you, I promise.”

I watched her for a second, as if deciding whether or not to believe her.

“Good.” I said, smiling suddenly.

The sudden change in my demeanour seemed to confuse her. I settled back down and pulled her close to me again. I stroked her cheek gently with one finger.

“Because the only way you’ll be able to receive your punishment is if you’re honest, and tell me what a bad girl you’ve been.” I said.

“I won’t have to tell you.” she said confidently, “I’ll be good.”

“That’s what I like to hear.” I said.

I leaned down and kissed her lips lightly, before quickly backing away as she opened her mouth and slipped out her tongue. She let out a frustrated little whine, and I smiled before kissing her deeply. I let the passion build, trying to goad her into kissing me more fiercely than before.

I slid my palm down her stomach and slid my fingers along her pussy lips. She jerked with surprise, but rolled back giving me better access.

I broke the kiss and gathered her wrists in my left hand, pushing them up above her head, like I’d done before. I loved seeing her like this. Her long, sexy body on display for me, every inch of skin completely accessible to my gaze and probing fingers. Lust clouded her expression, and she bit her lip, staring up at me.

“Maybe I should give you one for the road, huh?” I said, smirking, as I slid my fingers over her wet pussy.

She pushed her hips forward to try and increase the contact.

“Yes please!” she said, smiling, “Please make me cum, Sir.”

I slid two fingers inside her, loving how she hissed and sighed with pleasure. I pumped them randomly for a while, watching her lust and pleasure grow. Then I tried to recreate the motion I’d discovered earlier, the one that got her off so powerfully. It wasn’t long before I found it again, and she was soon desperately pumping her hips, trying to fuck herself with my fingers.

“Jesus…fuck, you’re good at this!” she gasped, laughing.

I laughed with her, and kissed her as I stroked that sweet spot again and again. She moaned into my mouth, and I knew she was already close. I liked that she was sensitive and horny enough for my inexperience to not be a hindrance.

I watched her orgasm grow on the horizon, her face blushing even deeper, her tongue sneaking out to lick her lips, and her hips twitching. She was so close now, so very close, every stroke of my fingers drawing her nearer and nearer to the edge of bliss.

She closed her eyes tight, but then opened them again as her voice got lost in her fevered gasps.

“Oh God, Oh God, Oh….Sir, I…I’m…!” she gasped.

I stopped suddenly, pulling my fingers out and resting my hand on her stomach.

“No! Sir, please don’t stop, don’t stop I’m soo close, please, please,” she babbled.

“No.” I said simply.

Her eyes widened in surprise, and then horror.

“Please!” she begged desperately, “Please, I need it, please, please let me cum!”

I shook my head, smiling.

“I think you’ve had enough tonight.” I said.

“No!” she moaned, her voice ragged, “Please, please!”

She suddenly struggled against me, fighting against my grip, but I was pushing my whole weight on to her wrists and the angle her arms were at meant she was essentially powerless. She grunted with frustration and tried to wriggle free, which made me laugh.
I stroked her face gently with my wet fingers before sliding them into her mouth. She sucked on them hard, begging me with those wide, green eyes. I let my hand rest around her throat.

“Please let me cum, Sir. Please don’t stop.” she begged, tears forming in her eyes.

She clamped her legs together and thrust forwards a few times, trying so hard to bring herself some pleasure.

“Three weeks, sweetheart.” I said gently, tightening my grip on her throat ever so slightly. “You promised.”

She bit her lip, and I could see the resignation come in to her eyes. She knew I wasn’t just toying with her. She wasn’t going to cum again until she got back. She nodded, but her expression was still one of intense sorrow.

“Are you going to be a good girl, like you said?” I asked.

“Yes Sir.” she whispered, her voice full of defeat, “I’ll be a good girl.”

I smiled and leaned down to kiss her deeply. She eagerly welcomed my tongue into her mouth, but I pulled away quickly. I let go of her wrists and sat back. My cock was rock hard and sticking straight out from my body and she stared at it as she sat up.

“Do I have to go now?” she asked as she rubbed her wrists, finally meeting my eye.

I nodded. She dropped her eyes and turned away from me, getting off the bed.

I actually liked the feeling of sending her away when I was still hard. Since this had begun with her, every night had been a test of my self control; could I put off having sex with her long enough to dominate her each time? At first it wasn’t too difficult; I’d still hated her so much that I could easily overpower my lust for her, but I seemed to be becoming more and more attracted to her.

Still, so far I’d passed, and it felt good to know I had some modicum of control over my crazy teenage hormones. I felt like it made a statement to her. I wasn’t a slave to my urges, the way most guys my age were, and more to the point, the way she was. She put up with all this degradation and punishment in order to feel the pleasure that she did, and practically cried when I denied her it, but I could send her away with my dick still rock hard if I wanted to. It was just another kind of control, but an important one.

After all, how could I responsibly control her if I couldn’t control myself?

When she gathered her clothes, she walked to the door and turned. She stood there awkwardly, her eyes roaming over my body. I could tell from the way she squeezed her thighs together that she was still desperate for pleasure.

“I’ll miss you.” she said suddenly.

“I know, sweetheart.” I said, “But it’s just three weeks. You can do it, I know you can.”

A smile flashed to her lips at my words of encouragement, and she nodded confidently.

“I can.” she said.

“Good.” I said. “Goodnight Jessica.”

“Goodnight Sir.” she said, “Um, Steven.” she corrected, smiling.

I lay down and turned away from her, pulling the blanket up over me. I heard the door open, then close, and I was alone.

Three weeks without any kind of sex with Jessica. And for two of those weeks I’d be completely alone. I would be fine, I always was. I was more interested in how she’d handle it. She was so desperate last time I’d denied her. Would she really be able to last three weeks without me? Maybe it was just arrogance, but I doubted it.

Even after being punished tonight, she hadn’t cried like she had in the past. I felt like I was dominating her properly, but I knew there were still unseen depths to her masochism that I had yet to explore. I’d made up the reward or punishment thing on the spot, but my mind was already buzzing with ideas. It was going to be a fun reunion whether she’d been good or not.

Well, fun for me either way. I was still holding my sadistic side in check, but I hadn’t found any kind of limit there either.

I would have to make some preparations over the coming weeks to be certain that our relationship kept heading down this dark path. We were both finding new depths to our darkest urges, and I’d be ready for her when she returned.

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Plenty more to come. Any fans, well wishers, or if you just have any questions……

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