Revenge, Pt 5: The Red Mist Decends - Sex Stories

Revenge, Pt 5: The Red Mist Decends

... around 11 pm, eager for Jessica to visit me. == She knocked on my door just after 1 am. I'd started reading to pass the time, one of my favourite books. "Come in." I said. I was actually kind of annoyed to see her. It was coming up to the climax of the story, and despite looking forward to tonight I didn't want to stop reading just yet. I smiled, realising that I didn't have to stop for her. I didn't have to do anything I didn't want to with her, wasn't that the point? I looked over at her, standing by the door, waiting. She was wearing a pink bra with a white floral pattern, and matching panties. I didn't know a lot about women's underwear, but they looked expensive. I watched her for a while, taking in the small details of her beautiful body. Her toenails were painted the exact same shade of pink as her underwear. I loved how much effort she'd been going to just to look sexy for me. I finally met her eyes. She was staring back at me, waiting for some sort of reaction. "Are those new?" I asked. She nodded quickly, waiting for approval. "They look good." I said, letting my gaze move down her body again. She smiled that shy smile. "Thanks." she said. I turned back to my book. "Take them off. Get on your knees." I said simply. She hesitated for a few seconds before I heard her move to obey me. I focused on the book in front of me, continuing from where I'd been interrupted. The pages I wanted to read should have taken me only a few minutes; I spent a lot of free time reading, ...

... so I was pretty fast, but I took my time with it. I felt a little glow of satisfaction at being able to make her wait like this. Such a small thing, but such an obvious expression of the power I held over her. It was so hard not to look at her, to see her reaction. After maybe 10 minutes, I finished the chapter and put the book down. When I finally turned to look at her, she was gazing back at me, watching me. She was on her knees, naked, and slouched over. I expected her to be impatient and anxious, but she seemed calm, content to just kneel. "Sit up straight." I said. She moved quickly to fix her posture, her expression never changing. I watched her for another few seconds. "Come here." I said. She moved to stand, and on an impulse I blurted out, "No." She looked up at me again, and without hesitation leaned forward into a crawl. She crawled over to her usual place, and sat up on her knees again. "Good girl." I said. I sat up and shifted down the bed, before standing beside her. I quickly pulled off my t-shirt and pants, but I kept my boxers on. I sat on the edge of the bed and rested my hand on her head. Without being asked, she moved in between my legs, eyes dancing between my face and crotch. It occurred to me that she'd still barely talked. "Why so quiet, tonight?" I asked. She looked confused. "You...you said I can't talk unless I-" she said. "Oh that!" I said lightly, cutting her off, "Don't worry about that. I'll tell you when I want you to shut up." She nodded again, ...