Cordelia's Feet 9 - The Queen Bee's Deceit - Sex Stories

Cordelia's Feet 9 - The Queen Bee's Deceit

... the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. “Sorry,” she gasped. A chill set over my heart. “Sorry?” Now my own tears finally came, and they did so in rivers, painting burning trails of agony over my cheeks. “That is all? Sorry? Sorry that I destroyed your life? Sorry that I took away your future? Sorry…” I choked. “Sorry that I ripped your heart out?” Time stretched while we stood there, both trembling, tear filled eyes locked onto each other’s. “Please,” she suddenly gasped, and when she slowly stepped towards me, reflexes kicked in and I moved to the side. She walked to the middle of the living room, and I watched as if through a fog as she slipped off her dress and let it pool on the carpet. She was naked underneath, just a pair of sheer, white, knee length stockings on her body. Somehow, I managed to close the door behind me, and stood awkwardly, puzzled over the long, thin, black stick she was holding out to me. Then her words sank through my trance and I noticed the stick for what it was. “Punish me!” she choked. “Hurt me as much as I’ve hurt you! Please! I’m sorry!” I watched myself take the riding crop from her hand. It was heavy and springy. It could hurt a lot. She crossed her hands behind her neck and lowered her eyes to the floor. “Cordelia?” “Please! I need to atone!” Her body trembled, but here she was offering herself, naked and vulnerable. All the hurt she had given me welled up in a raging torrent and filled my whole being. Revenge! Power flooded into my ...

... chest and expanded into the void, and I stepped to her side, pulled back my arm, taking aim the top of her thighs - and froze. The crop toppled from my fingers and hit the floor with a dry thump. “I - I can’t!” I gasped and felt my heart break again. I couldn’t mar such beauty, however righteous my anger was. She slowly looked up, a look of profound disbelief in her eyes. “Why?” she whispered. Yes, why? She more than deserved every painful punishment I could give her. Her cheeks and lips glistened beautifully in the light and made her look like a broken angel, the image so ethereal and strong that I couldn’t deny the truth. “I love you,” I whispered, my voice barely comprehensible with how much it shook. “After all you did, I still love you.” Her breath hitched and her chest heaved. “Oh god, you silly, incredible, wonderful woman! I’m… I never thought…” Her words were swallowed my hard, desperate sobs, and she crumpled into a heap, just like I had hours earlier. I knelt down next to her and cupped her chin, not understand what was going on but unable to bear watching her in pain. “Cordelia,” I whispered soothingly and caressed her face, “hush, it’s okay.” Some part inside me struggled like mad when she smiled up at me so radiantly, despite the tears streaming down her face, but my thumb kept caressing her soft skin and I pulled her tight against my body. Everything was so messed up, and my emotions were a maelstrom, but the idea of Cordelia in pain was unfathomable to my heart. ...