1. 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

    probably just "Roses' Brother", until I was "Sir". "Steven owns me." she admitted quietly. I immediately felt my pulse quicken, and a strange heat flowed through me. It sounded so different when she used my actual name. "I love you, Steven." she said suddenly, nuzzling into my neck. I tried to stop my body from stiffening in surprise, and I let out a strange stunted laugh. I was glad the light was dim, because I knew that I was blushing. Why did it affect me so differently when she didn't call me Sir? She wasn't just infatuated with some dark persona I displayed to her. She was in love with me. Me, the same awkward, lonely guy that she'd mocked for years. It was suddenly real in an oddly profound way. "Good girl." I mumbled. She looked up at me and smiled. I think she suspected that hearing my name used like that had startled me, and she kissed me lightly on the cheek with a small laugh. "I want to be a good girl for you, Steven." she said lightly, almost thoughtfully. She ran a finger along my collar bone, caressing me absent-mindedly. "I don't understand so much about...whatever it is you're doing to me. But I know that much." she said, smiling. "I want to be your good girl. It's kind of weird how much I want it, actually." I was starting to feel a little overwhelmed, suddenly. She seemed too calm and content. So far I'd only seen her struggle with these feelings but now she was coming to terms with them, in a way. She was starting to really accept the labels I'd given her. ...
    That worried me. I'd only called her these things to hurt her, to make her suffer. Slut. Whore. Even "My good girl." had a condescending possessiveness to it. Did I really want her thinking of herself in these terms? This proud, strong, beautiful, intelligent woman. Did she really deserve to be treated like this? But...she'd answered that herself, hadn't she? At every push from me, she had eventually yielded. She degraded herself in submission to me. She accepted any punishment I had to give, and even admitted to enjoying them. I shook my head at myself. I was being stupid. Now wasn't the time to second-guess myself. I wasn't threatening her or blackmailing her. She allowed herself to be treated this way because that's how she wanted to be treated. I, with all my darkness and anger, made her happy. She loved me for it. She was a slut, and a whore. She was submissive and a masochist. Her new comfort with these ideas shouldn't have shaken me the way they did, but there was something about her actually being ready for all this that unnerved me. But it was exciting, too. She was discovering new depths to her submission, even as I was with my domination. "So we're not going to see each other for a while." she said suddenly, pulling me from my thoughts. "What?" I blurted out. "Christmas." she said. My mind was a little slow to interpret her meaning. Christmas was less than a week away. A few days after that, everyone would leave for their winter vacation. My mom and dad were going ...
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