Revenge, Pt 10: The Return - Sex Stories

Revenge, Pt 10: The Return

... calm and gentle. I gestured to her body, her new outfit. She tried to nod, almost forgetting that she was still in my grip. "Yeah... my, my mom helped me pick it out." she said quietly. As soon as she said it, she blushed and grimaced. I couldn't help but chuckle at her embarrassment. "So I have your mommy to thank?" I asked, not expecting an answer. I liked the image of her wandering around Paris, getting Alice to buy her sexy clothes so she could dress up for me. I wondered if Rose had been there for that, whether she suspected that her best friend was actually dressing like a slut for her own twin brother. "Did you have fun in Paris?" I asked casually. "Yeah..." she sighed, "But I... I missed you." I pulled her by the hair, gently bringing her forehead to rest against mine. I noticed something interesting about how she moved. She didn't anticipate my actions and try to move with me, but neither did she resist. She just let herself be led, always being just slow enough that she was experiencing the full pain of my grip. Even when I was already hurting her she was submitting in her own small way. "Have you been a good girl, sweetheart?" I asked, staring into her eyes. "Yes." she whispered quickly. "You have?" I asked, smirking at her. "Yes..." she repeated desperately. "Yes... what?" I asked. I was ready to lead her down the path of submission again, pushing and leading her at every point, like I usually had to. But not this time. "Yes, I've been a good girl for you Sir." ...

... she said quickly, her desperation to be believed clear in her tone, "I missed you so much. I've been a good little slut for you. I didn't touch my pussy no matter how much I wanted to." She surprised me by talking like this. These were the kinds of things she usually didn't say until she'd already been thoroughly dominated. "You can't lie to me." I said quietly. "I wouldn't." she said, her voice firm, "I'm not." I looked into her bright green eyes for another few seconds. Would I even know if she was lying to me? "Strip." I said calmly, letting her go. She took a step back and reached down to the hem of her barely solid dress. She slowly lifted it up, exposing her body to me while shaking her hips back and forth to some unheard beat. When it cleared her head, she tossed it carelessly on the floor. Then came her bra. She unhooked it and quickly brought her hands around to hold the cups against her chest. In a smooth, seemingly practised motion, she lifted her arms to drop the bra to the floor, but quickly pressed them back against her chest, not revealing herself. She was holding her boobs with both arms, denying me the view. I wasn't used to her teasing me like this, but I wasn't in any hurry to change things. As much as I wanted to see that beautiful chest in it's entirety, I was content to wait. And they looked pretty good being held like that. She shook her hips seductively, again back and forth with that easy rhythm. She took a step towards me, then crouched low and slid ...