Revenge, Pt 14 The Truth - Sex Stories

Revenge, Pt 14 The Truth

... the table. Kind of a waste of the new outfit, I thought. I could feel her hot breath against my cock, but she didn't try to lick me. I realised she was waiting for me to order it, but was so eager to begin that her mouth was only an inch away from me. "Suck it." I suddenly felt her tongue swirling around the head before she took it into her mouth. I sighed with pleasure, leaning back into my chair. She was limited by her position, and the fact that she couldn't access my balls from inside my jeans, but she still tried her best. I just sat there, enjoying her hot mouth around my cock and wondering, not for the first time, just how this had happened. To be pleasured like this by her, in her own kitchen, in the middle of the day. So erotic and exciting, and if I'd been told at the end of Summer that this was how I'd be spending my senior year, I never would have believed it. My thoughtful silence was broken when I felt Jessica's teeth scrape against the head of my cock, causing me to grunt with displeasure. "Watch it." I said. She didn't respond, but slid my cock out of her mouth to kiss and lick along the shaft. I relaxed again, but a few minutes later I felt it again, this time in a slightly more painful bite. "Hey!" I said, reaching down to her hair to yank her away from me. "Watch the teeth." "Sorry." she said, and squeezed my shaft reassuringly. I was confused and slightly angry at her mistake. I hadn't felt her teeth on my shaft since the first time she'd tried to pleasure ...

... me. Well unless you count that time she nibbled my scrotum, which was actually kind of nice, if unexpected. "Ow, fuck!" I grunted as I felt her teeth again. This time it was definitely a bite, and was way more painful than uncomfortable. I slid my chair back and yanked her forward with me. "What the fuck are you doing?" I demanded. She looked up at me with those wide green eyes, and I immediately saw what her game was. "I'm sorry Sir." she lied. She wanted to be punished. She wanted me to spank her, but didn't want to ask for it. She was hurting me on purpose, so I would punish her for the mistake. The little bitch. "You're doing this on purpose." I accused. "No, I-" she protested. "Don't lie to me, slut." I said, "You want me to punish you, don't you?" She hesitated, opening her mouth, and then closing it again. "Get up." I said angrily. She ducked quickly out to the side of the table and stood up. "Are you going to-" "Shut up." I grunted standing up with her. I stood behind her and grabbed her hair, forcing her towards the table. She collided with it, and bent at the waist to press her face against the cool wood. I flipped up her skirt to reveal pale blue panties, which were already starting to get damp at the crotch. "Naughty slut." I growled. "Biting me because you want to be hurt. We can't have that, can we?" "I'm sorry." She whimpered, but I didn't believe her. "Shut up." I said. "I'm going to have to really punish you now. Show you what your disobedience costs." I dug ...