Revenge, Pt 6: The.....Encounter - Sex Stories

Revenge, Pt 6: The.....Encounter

... tensed, desperately seeking the approaching release. She let out a loud moan, and I knew she was right on the edge. I slowly slid out of her, letting my cock fall against her stomach. I leaned forward and pressed it between us. "No, don't stop! Please, please don't stop..." she whined, pushing upwards with her hips. I pulled her hair and tightened my grip around her throat, silencing her. "You were going to cum, weren't you?" I asked, struggling to keep my breathing steady. She nodded against my grip, eyes softening. "What do you need...before you can cum?" I asked. She hesitated before finding the answer. "Permission." she replied quickly, her voice soft and fearful. "Permission from who?" "From...from you." I pulled my hips back and let my cock rest against her pussy. She moaned and pushed her hips forward again, trying to get some friction. I smiled at her desperation. "Why do you need my permission?" I asked lightly, as if confused. With my other hand I gently tapped the head of my cock against her soaking wet pussy lips. Her whole body jumped in response, and she moaned again. "Because...because you own me." she almost whispered, looking away from me in shame. I pulled her hair harder, trying to guide her eyes back to mine. "What was that?" I asked. She stared into my eyes, utterly vulnerable. "You own me." she said again. I smiled and slowly slid my cock into her tight tunnel, not stopping until I bottomed out. She gasped and pushed her hips against me, squirming with ...

... pleasure. Every instinct screamed at me to keep moving, to take my pleasure from her body, but I had to control myself. "Jessica, do you want to cum?" I asked. "Please..." she gasped, "Please make me cum." "Please what, Jessica?" "Please..." she moaned, looking away. I lightly slapped her face to get her attention. "Please what?" I asked again. She looked up at me, eyes so wide and threatening tears, but didn't speak. "What's wrong Jessica? You seemed to enjoy calling me it last week. You know what you have to say." I said softly. I kissed her once on the cheek, letting my lips linger for a second. She bit her lip hard and closed her eyes again. "Please...Sir." she whispered. "Louder." I said. "Please, Sir!" she panted. I quickly pulled my hips back, then slowly forward as I fucked her once with my entire length. She let out a frustrated wail when I stopped and leaned closer, putting my lips to her ear. "Please, Sir...what?" I growled. I knew by now how her mind worked with things like this. Once she'd submitted, it seemed she would say almost anything I prompted her too, but when we started again it was more difficult to convince her to repeat it. I could see it all in her face. Her stubbornness, and her shame. She was torn between the pleasure she got from submission, and her pride telling her she shouldn't. But as always, the pleasure won out. I smiled as I saw the resignation in her expression. This is what made this whole thing work, I thought. This is why I was able to ...