1. Perchance to Dom Ch. 1


    Date: 11/20/2014, Categories: Fiction, BDSM, Domination/submission, Author: DiscipleN, Rating: 81.3, Source: sexstories.com

    shouted from the kitchen. "Did Grandpa not like you?" "Well enough, after a fashion." "Father adored you, Sweetheart." Mom leaned into the living room. "He said you were his best pupil." "Why are you telling me that, now, and in front of our impressionable child?" "He asked." The next day, I studied Cheryl at work, her arm motion, her posture, her intensity. She squirted me with the hose. I walked over to the spigot and turned it off. "That was my last car to wash. You've got two more. You can use my wet rags and soap bucket but no more with the hose." Cheryl took my challenge, my bait. She harrumphed mightily and finished scrubbing with what water was in our buckets. I turned the hose back on and rinsed the cars. We wiped them dry together. "Do you like sushi?" "I love sushi! I adore it, if you're buying." "You'll enjoy it more if you pay your share." "You have a lousy way with women." "Is that a step up from creep?" "Not necessarily." The sushi was cheap and not great, but it was the best time I'd had with her, yet. We talked about classmates and homework and our ideal futures. We talked about challenges ahead. I had to ruin it. My curiosity sank me into an ocean of creepiness. "Have you ever heard your parents making love?" "Ooooo, I'm so through with you!" She stood up, pulled cash from her pants and threw it on the table. She overpaid by $3.17 and left. This time I chased after her. "Cheryl! Sex isn't suppose to hurt your soul. Why are you hurting?" She stopped. There ...
    were other people around. She turned to me, face blistering with hate. "I hate-" "NO!" I interrupted. "You don't. You feel something good for me. Get off the sidewalk with me, over there. We can talk." "She was crying, but she followed me. "Look, you're no blushing idiot. You've seen things, learned things. But they haven't been good to you. Maybe some have." "Some have." She agreed, wiping her eyes. More tears followed. "I can't tell you." "Then tell the grass, it'll appreciate your tears as much as I do." She spoke between sniffs. "My father cheats on my step-mom. She, she sometimes takes it out on me." "Why would she do that? You said she was nice." "Oh, she's REAL nice afterwards. She feels so guilty, she treats me like a queen. She doesn't want to hurt me, but we both know. I'm sure my dad knows." "Why hasn't he-?" "Because that fucking bitch slut has him pussy whipped!" "I believe you. This next thing is the most important one. You are entirely not at fault." "Sure. I want to believe that." "I can make you." She looked at me. "No you can't." Anger flared in her. "I can, if you do one difficult thing." "What?" "Let me take charge of you. Let me take the blame. I'm sure you parents are heaping it on you, in ways you don't realize. I can take it, because what's going on between your step mom and your father and his slut doesn't mean shit to me." "H-how is that even possible? You're just saying words." "Give me a chance, and I'll prove it." "I'll think about it." I hoped that ...
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