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

Revenge, Pt 5: The Red Mist Decends

... and relief spread across her face. "Ok. Thank you." she said. I smiled and ran my fingers through her hair. I loved how she thanked me for things like this, and that she sounded so sincere. "I really liked hanging out with you this week." she said quickly, as if afraid I was about to stop her from talking. "At school, I mean. It was Rose's idea, but I was kinda hoping it would happen." "You didn't seem too happy about it." I said. She smiled nervously. "Yeah, well, it was nice just...sitting with you. I mean...I'm not "big on talking" either, at least not around those guys. " she said. I suppressed a smile at hearing her repeat my offhand comment from days ago. She really paid attention. "They're your friends, aren't they?" I asked. She shrugged, causing her firm, heavy boobs to jiggle the slightest bit. "I guess they're more...Rose's friends, you know? I don't really get along with...well, anyone..." she said, smiling and forcing a laugh. She really seemed self-conscious about this whole thing. I'd never thought of her as anything other than popular before, it was so strange to consider that she might not really have any friends except Rose. I decided to change the topic, we could discuss the intricacies of our blossoming group dynamics when she wasn't naked, and I wasn't half-hard. "Well you're not here to talk about lunch, are you?" I said. She smiled and shook her head, eager to drop the subject. "What are you here for?" I asked, gently taking her by the chin. ...

... "I'm...I'm here to be with you." she said. "Just to be with me?" I asked mockingly, "Is that all you want?" She swallowed. It was always like this at first. So slow to accept my prompting, her sentences filled with hesitation and pauses. "Tell me what you want, Jessica." I said firmly. She smiled suddenly, and relief washed across her face. She was familiar with this command already. "I want to suck your cock." she said, smiling. I grabbed her roughly by the hair, and twisted. She closed her eyes tight and let out that breathy moan that I knew expressed a mixture of pain and lust. "You know what you have to do." I said. She opened her eyes, and they locked right on to mine. "Please." she said, her voice solid and sure, "Please let me suck your cock." I pulled harder, and she squealed and twisted underneath my hand. I really liked pulling her hair. It seemed so weird the first time I'd done it, just impulsively wanting to hurt her, but now it felt so right. Like holding her by the jaw, or making her wait before I would even talk to her; it was just another little sign of my power over her. She completely accepted the pain I gave her, and had long since stopped trying to struggle or free herself. "Please." she choked out, her voice becoming soft with emotion, "Please let me suck your cock. I want to swallow your cum, and...and feel you in my throat. Please...please..." I released her, and stroked her softly across the head, fixing down the hair I'd just abused. "Good girl." I said. I ...