In Dreams, Dominance Pt. 05

I arrived to be met with harsh stares and harsher words. They had finally revealed their mutual infidelities to each other and had- mistakenly- thought they were there to confront me and put me in my place, the poor silly sluts. I sat there, grinning, until their accusations- righteous and certain and entirely pointless- died down.

And then I spoke.

I told them that of course I'd done it; that I didn't feel the slightest scrap of guilt over what I had done; that they had both been happy- desperate even- to jump on my cock; that I had no intention of stopping now. I told them that I owned their pussies, that all they'd done was make it so that I didn't have to hide the fact that they were my sluts anymore. I told them to take off their clothes. I told them to get on their bed and wait for me to fuck them.

And it wasn't the way that they stared at me, all shock mingled with horror and a terrified sort of lust that I most enjoyed; no, it was the look they gave each other. Waiting for their girlfriend to speak up. To denounce me. To defend her lover or to call my bluff or to walk away or to do anything.

For their lover to be strong, even if they couldn't.

But they weren't; not in the face of my power. In the end both of them moved as though they were in a dream, both of them disbelieving each other's actions as they stripped down and lay on the bed to wait, nipples stiffening and their pussies moistening even as their faces twisted in misery.

I stripped down- enjoying their twin wide-eyed stares at the sight of my cock came out of my boxers- and, without any preamble, reached for Jen on the basis she was closest. I slid my cock into a pussy already sopping wet with need and fucked her like a beast. I pistoned in and out of her while she moaned and panted underneath me, while Nina watched with wide eyed horror, one hand drifting down to touch her pussy, while I proved beyond any shadow of a doubt that her girlfriend- her strong, devoted, loyal girlfriend- had become my whore.

A few minutes later and it was her turn to come on my cock; her turn to prove my mastery of her mind and body to a disbelieving girlfriend. After that they were nice and pliant, obeying my barked orders with commendable speed. And if there whimpered they jointly sucked my cock, if there were tears in their eyes as they licked cum off their lover's breasts, well. They would get over it.

I left them that night happy and satisfied, secure in my domination.

***

Nina and Jen's relationship was strong. Solid. It had survived their parent's disapproval. It had survived their transition from teenagers to young women. It had survived near-breakups and arguments; dry spells and disagreements. But it did not survive me.

Two days after I claimed them their five-year relationship ended. They'd found the limits of their love; seen it turned and twisted into something that no longer belonged to them. And that was something that they couldn't live with.

After I found out I texted them, informing them that breakup or not I still both expected them in my bed.

Jen left shortly after. She fled during the night, going to stay with her family while she worked out a change of colleges. In the end she had to restart the year, piling up more college debts as she struggled to get her life back on track. I'm not sure she ever finished. Nina hung around, utterly broken, willing to do anything to please me. But she was meant to be part of a double-feature and so, despite her desperate pleas, I dropped her.

I didn't feel shame. Nor guilt. Nor pity. No, I felt cheated, as though the destruction of their relationship was nothing more than a cheap trick; a spiteful act of disobedience from an unruly set of pets meant to deny me my fun. I behaved like a child who's toys had broken before he got to properly play with them.

God, I was pathetic.

Of course by then I'd already moved on to my next victim. The one that would finally bring this all crashing down around me.

Rule fifteen: This cannot continue.