Perchance to Dom Ch. 3 - Sex Stories

Perchance to Dom Ch. 3

... you to pretend. And after a time I'd make it so tight you couldn't continue the lie that your future would trap you with." "I can feel something." "Good." "Not good. It hurts. You're tightening it too hard." I kept my hold exactly as it had been. "Better?" She squirmed trying to find an easier position. "Maybe you should let go." "Maybe I should tear one of your tendons." I kept my hold the same. "I've come too far to back down. Now admit it. Admit you're a fraud. Everything you've got came to you. You didn't spend more than minimal effort. The fat in your belly and cheeks and arms prove that you don't deserve the honors given to you." "I worked. I worked hard!" She argued. "You're really hurting me." "Listen to your body. Follow the pain into your soul and look under it. It's there, waiting for you, the gremlin of your worthlessness." I grabbed her neck and shook her head a bit. "See it!" "No. It's not real. You're lying. I-" Her body heaved. It came from her loins. "Aaahh!" She grunted. "You can feel him tearing at your belly. The pain is worse there, worse than in your arm. You fool. How long can you repress what you really are?" "H-he's tearing at me! It's fire in me. I can feel him, hurting." Tamary groaned then. Her body was stiffening in my grasp. My hand at her neck reached down and cupped a breast. I pulled it to one side. "Look deeper, under the fat and procrastination and deceit." She convulsed. "Oh! Stars! It's in my cunt." "Damn it, you almost got away. If I only ...

... had a rope! That's what you really need. Isn't it?" Her body fought against my arm lock. Her other arm flailed. She sobbed. "Yeees! Please. But I can't take more. Ooohh!" I let go. Her arms hugged her body that was wracking with release. She huffed and gasp. "Damn!" I waited, amazed at what had happened under my supposed control. "But you want more, right Tamary?" She caught her breath, slowed her shudders, hung her head, and nodded. "Give me your phone number. I'll text you first. Text me back when you've bought what you need." "Do you want a blow-job or to fuck me?" She stunned me. I almost went, "Huh?" She explained, "I don't mind. It's a good way to find out if a guy is serious. I've got condoms." I held my breath, counted to twelve. "You're not ready for that." I bid her leave and walked home. The next time I spoke with mother, I thought I was teasing her. "Before next week, I'll be staying late at school. I want to tie up some things before graduation." "If you're not here when we need you, Father may have to take your cell phone away and give you a strict time to be home." "I'll be sure my chores are done." "A Mr. Brian Finch called. He said he wanted to offer a summer job at the car dealership." "How's my college fund, Mom?" "It might keep you from being completely enslaved to student loans." "What did you tell him?" "That's for your father to decide." "What do you think?" "I think car salesmen are lamprey sucking on bottom feeders." She smiled. "You'd be perfect for ...