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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

anything when you got up, and...I thought..." Her voice started to falter, and she got quieter after each word. "Thought...you might...want something..." she finished, dropping her gaze. I watched her for maybe 10 seconds, just trying to wrap my head around this. It made sense, really, didn't it? She'd said she loved me. Something like this would be normal for a couple. But I was still thinking of this as just a sexual thing. We could act friendly at other times, but it was the sex that mattered. Cooking for me was just too weirdly domestic. She eventually met my eye again, glancing occasionally at the food. She opened her mouth to speak, then looked away again. She seemed to have been really affected by my attitude earlier. Even when I'd been angry with her in the past, she hadn't reacted like this. It was like she was walking on eggshells, afraid to even look at me, her body language only hinting at unsaid apologies and questions. She'd probably thought she'd upset me somehow, and was just making sure I wasn't pissed enough to send her away without sex the next time she came to my room, like I had last night. She walked around me to the stool on the other end of the counter, closer to the TV. There was something weird about how she was walking. "You're limping." I said, before realising what it meant. "Yeah, well...who's fault is that?" she replied as she sat down. There was humour in her voice, but she sounded so nervous. I looked back at the food. My stomach suddenly ... started churning, and I realised I hadn't eaten since last night's dinner. I sighed and picked up the knife and fork she'd given me. If she wanted to cook for me then I guess there was no harm in letting her, whatever her reasons were. As I raised the first fork to my mouth, I glanced at her. She was just gazing at me, excitement clear on her face. She seemed to realise that she was staring, and quickly turned to face the TV. I slowly took my first bite and let the familiar, yet strangely intense flavour wash over me. The food tasted incredible, but I put that down to my own hunger. I mean, how much can you really do with a breakfast this simple? I forced myself to eat slowly. As much as I wanted to wolf the whole thing down, it seemed a little embarrassing to do it in front of her. Too soon, I was finished. A small sigh of contentment slipped out of me, and I realised that Jessica had turned to face me again. She looked so happy, so adoring, that it was honestly starting to scare me. There was a beat of silence before she jumped up and swept the plate and glass off the table, and brought them to the sink. She quickly rinsed them and put them in the dish washer before taking her seat beside me. She was still staring at me. "Thanks, Jessica. That was...great." I said. Her smile became impossibly more joyful, and she stood up. She made the smallest of movements towards me, but stopped herself from taking a step. I sighed, stood up, and pulled her into a gentle kiss. She leaned into ...