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

Revenge, Pt 5: The Red Mist Decends

... where I'd pulled it, and leaned back to my cock. She moved less confidently now, as if afraid to make a mistake. I lay back and closed my eyes, letting her pleasure me. She slowly began again, licking and sometimes kissing all around the shaft and head. I soon found myself clenching my jaw in frustration. It felt good, but I needed more stimulation. I knew that I was essentially teasing myself as well as her, and I didn't know how much more of these gentle sensations I could put up with. I remembered my orgasm from the previous week, and how it felt so much better because I'd delayed it. I held on for minutes, constantly resisting the urge to grab her head and fuck her hot little throat. Just as I thought my will was about to break, I felt the incredible relief of her warm, wet lips spreading over the head of my cock as she took me into her mouth. She gripped the base tight with her fingers, and started to bounce her head lower and lower down my shaft. I grunted with pleasure and pushed my cock deeper into her mouth before I realised she'd disobeyed me. I sat up and grabbed her hair with my left hand, pulling her off my cock. She let out a whine of confusion and disappointment, but quickly sat up at my guidance. Her lips were covered with spit. I looked into her eyes and saw that she had already started to get that dazed look that submission gave her. My body pulsed with anger, both at myself and at her, and without thinking I struck out at her, slapping her hard across her ...

... right cheek. Her head jerked to the side with the force and there was a moment of intense silence before she turned back to me. I actually didn't connect with her all that well but it definitely stung, and it shocked her. She was paying attention now. Her eyes were wide, and I could see tears brewing. I released her and quickly leaned back. I hadn't planned to hit her like that. I'd lost my temper. I took a few seconds to calm myself, before pulling my boxers up and getting off the bed. "I'm sorry, I just-" she started, her voice shaking. "Shut up." I said, cutting her off. I walked towards the closet on the opposite end of the room from the door. "I just-" she continued. I looked sharply back at her, and she quickly brought a hand up to cover her own mouth, realising that I'd given her a command. I slid one of the closet doors open. I saw it just where I'd left it, a black leather belt hanging from the rail. I quickly undid it and walked back to the bed. Her eyes widened as she saw what I was holding, and her hand had moved to rest on her face where I'd hit her. "Bend over." I said. She didn't hesitate for a second, just turned and pushed her face into the mattress. "I told you not to use your hands." I said, forcing myself to sound calm. "I told you not to put it in your mouth." I sat behind her on the bed. I felt the weight of the belt in my hands, and it suddenly struck me what she thought was going to happen. I looked down at the length of thick, heavy leather. I wasn't ...