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Revenge, Pt 8 : Name Games

Date: 1/19/2015, Categories: Fiction, BDSM, Domination/submission, Male Domination, Romance, Slavery, Teen Male/Teen Female, Author: masterKDean2014, Rating: 84.2, Source: sexstories.com

every new sensation seemed to prolong and amplify her pleasure. Her orgasm went on and on, and seemed to last forever. I grounded myself in the moment, determined to remember every gasp, every sigh, every thrust of her hips. This moment was all the evidence I needed that Jessica was made to be dominated. She eventually slowed her frantic pace and let herself rest against me. Her hips would still thrust irregularly every few seconds. I leaned back looked at her. She was incredible. Her face was blushed deep red, and her eyes were wide and dazed. Her mouth and chin her still coated in a shiny layer of spit. I grabbed her jaw and aggressively licked her lips before sliding my tongue downwards and licking her chin clean. Without breaking contact, I slid my tongue back up to her lips and slipped it between them, kissing her deeply. She moaned lustfully into my mouth, and I felt her body sag wearily. I broke the kiss and she let her head rest on my shoulder. "Sir..." she whispered, her body twitching, "I'm...I'm still-" She cut herself off with a final high-pitched gasp before completely collapsing against me. Her body still made little thrusts and shakes as her orgasm finally faded. I'd never seen it last that long. For a few minutes we both stayed silent, basking in our pleasure. I lay down and took her with me, settling her head on my shoulder. "Did you have fun, sweetheart?" I asked, smiling. She giggled, exhausted. "Mm hmm." she said lightly. "Thanks for letting me suck you." ... "You mean, for using you?" I asked. I kissed her on the head, and she squirmed against me. "Did you like being used by me?" I asked, "Hm? Did you like it when I fucked your little throat?" "Yes, Sir." she sighed happily, "I love being used by you. I love being yours." "Good girl." I said. She kissed my neck and laughed gently. I knew she had to leave soon, but I didn't want her to. And there was something else I needed to talk to her about, before I forgot. She'd called me "Sir" by accident, at the cafeteria, in front of her friends. She covered it pretty clumsily, but luckily no one had noticed. It couldn't happen again. "By the way," I said, "You can't call me "Sir" when we're not alone. You'll have to get used to using my name." I honestly couldn't remember the last time I'd heard her say my name. For so many years she'd just called me "Faggot", or "Kid", or "Bitch". "Right," she said uncertainly, remembering why I was bringing it up. "Um, I guess that's fine." There was a beat of silence. "Well?" I prompted. "Oh right, I don't normally use your name at all, do I? So I guess I'll call you..." she said. She seemed to think about it for a few seconds, but then smiled. "Steven." she said. That was weird. Hearing her say my name in that seductive, adoring voice made my heart skip a beat. "Steven Bale." she said, as if tasting the words on her tongue. "Yeah...that works." It seemed like it had been a while since she'd thought about me with that label too. Even in her head I was ...