1. 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

    against me, biting her lip as a long, low moan escaped her throat. Her nipples were pressing hard against her t-shirt. I laughed gently, even as I felt my cock stiffen. I loved seeing her like this, so needy. So deliciously desperate. "Will you fuck me?" she whispered. "No, Jessica. Not tonight." I said firmly. She bit her lip and leaned close to me, whispering right in my ear. "Please, please, I'm so wet. I can't stop thinking about you. About your cock. Please fuck me..." she said quickly. My dick was completely hard, but I couldn't do this tonight. I was too tired, too confused. I needed time to think. I grabbed her hair and pulled her away from me. She gasped with pain and looked up at me from where I held her. "I love you." she whispered, staring into my eyes. "Get out." I said, releasing her. The look on her face, the hurt, the devastation, it was almost...painfullybeautiful. For some reason it reminded me of the first time I ever got drunk. Rose and I were maybe 15 at the time, and it was at some party of a family friend. Come to think of it, Jessica and her family had been there too. We'd each been given half a glass of red wine, just to try it. Jessica and Rose drank theirs in one swallow, shuddering and laughing at the taste that disgusted them. I'd sipped mine slowly, screwing up my face in displeasure each time. When I finished I sneaked off and found a full, unattended glass and continued. It disgusted me too at first, but I wanted to learn to appreciate the ...
    taste like the adults did, talking about the scents and flavours they could make out. After my second glass, it didn't disgust me quite as much, but I still didn't like it. So I found a third. It was just like now, with her devastated expression. The pain in her eyes, and in her voice, brought a bitter feeling with it, as seeing the pain of another human should. But there was a sweetness to it. A deep, satisfying taste that felt almost addictive. There was something about her completely dejected, submissive attitude that moved me, that spoke to some deep-seated desire to see her suffer. I let the sensation of her sorrow wash over me, savouring it, as I had with the wine that night. Of course, I felt the effects of the alcohol pretty strongly at the time. The heady rush, the blurry vision, but it had felt good. And the morning after my little wine tasting experiment, I'd felt worse than I could ever remember feeling. My first hangover. I buried the twinges of shame I was feeling, along with my thoughts of the past, and tried to just enjoy the moment. But it didn't last long. She left quickly, without argument, and without looking back. == I woke later than normal the next morning, almost at noon. I got showered and dressed, and wandered downstairs to find Rose and Jessica in the kitchen. I smiled as I remembered how terrified I would have been to try to come in here, only a few weeks ago. Things had really changed fast. Jessica was sitting on one of the stools beside the counter, ...
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