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Revenge pt 3 - The Double Bluf

Date: 1/19/2015, Categories: Fiction, BDSM, Domination/submission, Male Domination, Romance, Slavery, Teen Male/Teen Female, Author: masterKDean2014, Rating: 92.3, Source: sexstories.com

though I'd only been wearing them for like 20 minutes before Jessica pulled them off me. I got in the shower and let the hot water wash over me, soothing my well exercised muscles. I kept thinking about what just happened, as I washed the smell of sex and sweat from me. Something was wrong. I'd just had sex with a beautiful woman. Great sex, too. But as good as it felt, it had been so weirdly unsatisfying. I thought about the first time we were together. Her pleading. Her tears. Her pain. I felt a hollow pit in my stomach as I thought about what was missing. It was so obvious. I'd somehow convinced myself that all the stuff I'd been doing to her; the hair pulling, and lip-biting, the insults and commands, that it was all for her. To hurther. To make her suffer. I felt my slightly aching cock stiffen yet again as I remembered how she looked only the night before, begging me to touch her, the sorrow on her face when I rejected her. I'd never considered myself a sadist, but I had to admit to myself how good it felt. Despite the heat of the water, my spine shivered as the cold realisation hit me; I wanted to hurt her as much as she wanted to be hurt. I laughed a little, and felt my spirits rise. Of course I wanted to hurt her. I wanted to dominate her, to own her. For some reason I'd been avoiding the idea, but there it was. What we had just done was fun, sure. It was every straight man's dream to be with a woman as hot as Jessica. But it wasn't enough for me. I thought of the ... first night I'd made her orgasm, when she seemed so desperate for us to go further, but it just hadn't feel right to me. Just like on that night, I knew that I needed more than this. More than a just a little hair-pulling and lip-biting. It was fun, but it wasn't nearly enough. I didn't know exactly where I wanted this to go next, but I knew it couldn't be rushed. I spent a long time in there, thinking and planning, before I got dried off, dressed, and headed out. Jessica was already in the kitchen, and something smelled incredible. I sat down, and was surprised when she put a plate down in front of me. I looked up to see a wide, sincere smile on her face, before she turned back to the counter. She'd made French toast, scrambled eggs, and bacon, and she quickly returned to put a glass of orange juice in front of me, again shooting me that smile. I had no idea how to react to this. Dumbfounded, I took a sip of juice and watched her clean up, putting the food away and rinsing the pan she'd used. I looked back down at my food, disbelieving. On a long list of impossible things, I'd always thought it would be a safe bet that Jessica making me post-sex breakfast would be pretty close to the top. I turned to glance at the clock, seeing that it was almost 2 pm. "I know it's a little late for breakfast." she said, watching me. I snapped my head around quickly. She was standing a little uncertainly by the counter, a cup of coffee in her hand. "But..." she continued, "But you didn't eat ...