Revenge, Pt 12: The Aftercare - Sex Stories

Revenge, Pt 12: The Aftercare

... about things?" I asked. "Like... like you don't care what anyone else thinks?" Did I say that? I couldn't remember... "Mostly." I answered, "I just try to focus on what I think about myself, what I know about myself. I don't need validation from anyone else, you know? Or... that's the idea, at least." "Hm." she responded. "You're a lot smarter than I thought." She said this with a such a thoughtful tone. For some reason I started to panic. What was I doing? Telling her about my interests, my opinions, my fucking feelings? Jessica was not my girlfriend. Why was she even still here? I was suddenly angry at myself for talking to her at all. I didn't have to share anything with her. She'd spent years hating me, who the fuck was she to suddenly start caring about me? "Alright, it's time to go." I said. "Right now?" she asked. "Right now." I said, forcing my voice to be cold and uncaring. "Ok." she sighed, although there was humour in her voice. She sat up and paused for a few seconds before she leaned in for a kiss. I gripped her face hard, stopping her. She smiled. Why was she smiling? I lead her closer to me, bringing her lips so close to mine. She kept her eyes open, and didn't try to lean in any further. She just waited. I thought about kissing her, her lips on mine, exploring each other's mouths in that intimate and pleasurable way. "Go." I said, releasing her. She smirked and leaned in to kiss me again, slowly, hesitantly. I allowed her lips to softly brush mine, and then ...

... I slapped her face. She squeaked with surprise and pain. "You don't kiss me." I said. I'd thought this rule was clear already. "If you want a kiss, you beg for it, understand?" "Yes Sir." she said quickly, holding her cheek. Why the fuck was she still smiling? "Will you please kiss me, Sir?" she asked sweetly. "No." I said sternly. She nodded once, still with that stupid knowing smirk on her face, and then slid out my bed She picked up her lingerie, and then paused. She turned with her mouth open, as if to say something. She seemed to reconsider, closing her mouth and shaking her head. And then reconsidered again. "Thank you, Sir." she said. "No problem." I said turning away from her, once again unsure about what exactly she was thanking me for. "Goodnight." she sang happily. I didn't answer. I waited until the door was closed before I let out the breath I'd been holding. Something about all this was making me uncomfortable. The way she smiled at me, like she could see something I couldn't. And why was I blushing? "Wow, you're a lot smarter than I thought!" I mocked aloud, mimicking her voice. I scoffed gently. I pulled my blanket around my shoulders and tried to fall asleep, willing all that fatigue that I'd barely been holding back to sweep me away. My last thoughts were of the future. The toys I'd bought, and how exactly I would use them. My fantasies drifted into my dreams, and my head was filled with nothing but Jessica, all her different faces, all the ways I knew her. ...