Revenge, Pt 13: The puns - Sex Stories

Revenge, Pt 13: The puns

... 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 ...