Yours Ch. 02

She eventually met my eye again, glancing occasionally at the food. She opened her mouth to speak, then looked away again. Her fingers were tapping out a steady rhythm on the side of her coffee cup.

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 me, but after only a second her body jumped in surprise as we heard the front door open. She pulled away quickly, but I unthinkingly tightened my arms around her.

Impulsively, I kissed her again, this time biting hard on her lower lip, while grabbing her ass with both hands. She whimpered into my mouth but didn't move.

"You guys?" Rose shouted from the hall, "Little help?"

I held Jessica tighter as I felt her pull from me, biting harder on her lip and really digging my fingers in to her ass. She let out another small moan, and I felt her lean into me for the barest of seconds before I released her, and walked quickly passed her.

Between Jessica and the hall, I smiled to myself. Even holding her like that, hurting and scaring her just that little bit, almost felt more satisfying than everything we'd done upstairs.

Rose had gone a little crazy with the shopping, probably trying to waste as much time as possible so she wouldn't have to deal with the awkward situation she was in with Jessica. Even though she'd been struggling with armfuls of plastic bags, there were still more in the car. It took us a while to get everything in the house and put away, but we definitely had enough food now, at least.

As the night progressed, I found that Jessica had been right about Rose's reaction. She was a little quiet, at first, but it didn't take long for her to go back to normal, joking around with us like always.

And apart from a few secret smiles at me when Rose wasn't looking, by the time Jessica left everything seemed to be back to normal with her too. On the surface, anyway.

But if everything went how I was planning with Jessica, things were about to take another interesting turn.

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The following Friday she came to the house just after 7 pm, way earlier than usual.

I still hadn't told her anything about what I was feeling for her, how I caught myself thinking about her eyes, or her laugh, and smiling to myself. Or how much I enjoyed and anticipated our conversations. Or how passing her in the halls at school and seeing her smile at me now usually gave me a pleasing little jolt of adrenaline, rather than the shudder of fear and disgust I used to feel.

But I also didn't tell her about the darker side of my feelings. I didn't tell her that the memories of how she treated me were still bright and vivid in my mind. That when I wasn't mooning over her like the teen-aged idiot that I knew I was being, I still felt a deep-seated wave of repulsion and hatred whenever I thought about her. The feelings weren't even separate in my mind any more, they were mixed together in some sort of sweet, black, violent affection that just plain confused the shit out of me.

But talking with her felt so easy now, so natural. I caught myself laughing along with a little in-joke we shared with Rose, and I realized that I was closer to her than I was with any of my so-called friends at school. I was probably closer to her than I'd ever been with anyone outside my family. How could I like someone I hated so much?

I didn't tell her any of this, and I didn't have to. I just laughed along with them, and tried not to think about what it meant. Instead I focused on what we were going to do when we were alone.

That night she knocked on my door just a little after midnight.

"Come in." I said.

I'd been practising my voice. I was speaking more from the chest, and trying to be a lot clearer than I was in everyday conversation. It didn't sound drastically different, but I thought it sounded better, more masculine.

She slipped quietly into the room. She was wearing her negligee again, a see-through black gown that ended about an inch past her waist, fixed to a black bra that gave her incredible cleavage, and held up by small shoulder straps. Through the thin weave I could see she was wearing matching panties this time. I found my eye drawn to her long, smooth legs. As I studied her, I noticed that she'd even painted her toenails black.

"Hi." I said finally.

"Hi." she echoed, smiling.

She stood at the door and awaited instruction, as usual, but as I continued to leer at her she shifted her body slightly, as if posing for me.

"You look beautiful, tonight." I said, meeting her eye.

Her smile grew wide.

"Really?" she said, surprised.

She brushed a lock of hair behind her ear.

"Thank you." she said.

I loved how much she seemed to enjoy the simple compliment. This girl had probably been told she was beautiful all her life, but only I could make her smile like this.

I stood up out of bed and walked over to her. Her eyes widened in surprise. I closed the distance between us and slid my arms behind her back, pulling her close to me and bringing my lips to hers. We kissed deeply and passionately. She moaned into my mouth and wrapped her arms around my waist.

I broke the kiss, but kept my face close to hers. She was breathing heavily and her expression was so intense, so alive with lust. She tried to bring our lips together, but I pulled back. She smiled and leaned forward again, but I brought my hand up to her shoulder and held her in place. She was still smiling, but her face had a hint of disappointment, and confusion. After a few seconds of waiting I kissed her again, slower this time, our tongues moving together in a gentle rhythm. Once more I pulled away from her, but kept our faces close.

Again she tried to kiss me, and again I stopped her. She pouted and let out a small whine, but didn't resist. I leaned in, bringing my lips close to hers. I held the position as she squirmed against me, wanting to kiss me but learning that she wasn't allowed to. I slowly kissed her chin and cheeks, but stayed away from her lips. She moaned again in frustration and I couldn't help but laugh gently.

She moved forward again, trying to bring our lips together. I reached behind her and pulled on a handful of her hair. She jerked back and gasped with pain.

"No." I said firmly.

She looked at me again, and I could see her expression change. Her smile was a little darker, her eyes a little more fearful. She understood that she wasn't allowed to kiss me, and she was realising that this wasn't going to be like last week.

I took a step back from her.

I pulled my t-shirt off and dropped it on the floor. She let out a tiny little moan as I did, which surprised me. I didn't really have a body worth moaning for. I guessed she was just excited about what we were going to do.

I decided to keep sweatpants on for now. I stepped forward and kissed her again. As she pushed her tongue into my mouth, I brought my hands down to her ass and started massaging it roughly. She let out a surprised little yelp as I grabbed both cheeks hard and squeezed. Not very hard, though. I didn't want to hurt her too much.

She almost growled into my mouth, pulling me away from my thoughts of the future. I pulled away from her but kept my face close, to tempt her into trying to kiss me, but she didn't. She slid her arms around my waist and leaned in, letting her forehead rest against mine, and bringing our lips right up to each other, but didn't let them touch. I loved how she filled my entire view like this. All I could see was the sharp green of her eyes, and nothing more. I felt a little sigh of her warm breath against my lips, her mouth open in anticipation.

I pulled my right hand away from her ass and rubbed the soft, thin fabric of her gown between my fingers. I remembered what she'd told me the first time she'd worn it.

"You bought this just for me?" I asked, pulling on it slightly.

She pulled away from me, biting her lip and nodding. She was smiling proudly.

"Why?" I asked.

"I wanted to look good for you." she said quietly, "I wanted...you to think I was sexy."

I smiled and slid my thumb under the waist of her panties, letting my fingers slide down to cup her flesh again.

"They had to order it for me. They didn't carry this design in my...size." she said, bringing a hand up to her ample chest. "But I wanted this one. I looked for a while, this one was my favourite. The woman in the picture just looked so hot...I knew you'd like it...Do you really like it? I can buy other things, if you-"

I gently took her face with my other hand, cutting her off.

"Jessica, I want you to do something for me." I said.

"Yeah?" she whispered, staring excitedly into my eyes, her gaze shifting quickly from one to the other.

"Shut up." I said.

She immediately pursed her lips tight and looked away from me, embarrassed.

"You talk...way too much. In fact, unless you're answering me, you're not allowed to talk at all. Do you understand?" I said.

She nodded, her face serious.

"Jessica..." I prompted.

"Yes." she said, "Yes, I understand."

"Good girl." I said.

When I released her face, she and leaned in again for a second, but paused before going too far. She slumped her shoulders and nibbled her bottom lip. My cock twitched against my boxers. I loved her reaction to my command, immediate and unquestioning.

I moved back a little more and looked at her, studying her whole body. Again, she seemed to pose for me, moving her arms behind her back and pushing out her chest. She did look sexy in it. She looked incredible.

"Take it off." I said.

She moved to obey, but slowly. She reached up and slipped the light, loose straps off her shoulders, before slowly pulling the whole thing up over her head, and dropping it carelessly to the floor.

It had done its job, and gotten my attention. Now she was letting her body impress me.

I sighed as I took in her body, naked except for her black panties. Her full, firm, D cup tits, topped with rock hard nipples. Her flat, lightly toned stomach. Sharp hip bones, long legs, and flawless skin. She was beautiful. I'd had sex with her just a week ago, but somehow it was more intense like this. In the low light and silence, she looked so much more erotic. Or maybe it was just because of what I was planning to do with her.

I leaned down quickly and took her right nipple in my mouth, licking and nibbling it gently, while I grabbed her left one with my fingers and started pinching it. She gasped in surprise and let out a delighted little moan of pleasure. She brought her hands up to my head and ran her fingers through my hair.

I pulled back, slipping my right hand under her waistband, and slid my fingers along her wet pussy lips. For all we'd done, I suddenly realised that I was still so inexperienced, and I'd never touched her like this before. I ran my fingers up until I thought I could feel her clit, and put a little pressure on it. She pursed her lips and moaned a little, bucking her hips forward. She put her hand against my arm and gripped it tightly, but still didn't speak. I didn't know if I was doing it right, but there'd be time to figure it out later.

I pulled my hand out of her panties and brought my wet fingertips up to her lips. She hesitated for only a second before taking my fingers in her mouth and gently sucking them.

"Tell me what you want, Jessica." I said, sliding my fingers out of her mouth.

"Fuck me, please..." she whimpered quickly, "I'm so wet, please, oh my God..."

I smiled.

"Get on the bed." I said.

She let out a squeal of excitement and rushed passed me. As I turned I saw her jump on my bed and settle on her knees in the middle, bouncing gently. Laughing at her obvious joy, I leaned down to slip my pyjama bottoms off . When I looked at her, she was staring at the obvious bulge against my black boxer shorts.

As I approached the bed, she turned quickly and got under the covers, then kicked them off, revealing her body again. I got on the bed and knelt over her. It was amazing how even on her back her big boobs still held most of their shape.

I pulled my waistband down, freeing my slowly growing cock from my boxers. Her eyes widened and she let out a small moan when she saw it, as amazed as ever by its size. I lay over her and pushed my cock against her panties. I brushed the tip against her damp crotch, enjoying the strange, soft feeling of the fabric.

I slowly pulled her panties to the side and began to stroke her pussy lips up and down with the tip of my cock, thrusting slightly against her now visible clit every time I reached it. I kept this up for a while, watching as she grew increasingly impatient and frustrated, wriggling her hips and gripping my bed sheets tight.

It was hard to keep control. My cock was so hard now, so ready, but I wanted to keep teasing her. She lifted her hands up beside her face and started curling and uncurling her fingers in frustration, gripping at the air. She closed her eyes a few times, turning her face away, but her gaze always came back to mine, silently pleading.

After several more agonisingly long minutes, I gently pushed the tip against her pussy, but stopped before entering. She held out longer than I expected, but I only had to repeat this two more times before she finally broke.

"Yesss..." she moaned, "Please, please fuck me, please..."

She'd done it. She'd spoken without permission. I grabbed her roughly by the hair, and she let out a squeal of surprise.

"I told you not to talk." I growled, pulling hard.

"Ahh yesss, fuck me, please, oh God..." she muttered, wincing with pain.

I clamped my other hand over her mouth and twisted her hair in my grip. Her eyes finally met mine as she realised what was happening.

"Shut. Up." I said, letting anger creep into my voice.

She let out a little whine against my hand, then fell silent. I held her there for a while, enjoying the look of complete panic in her eyes.

I eventually released her, only to grab her jaw, digging my fingers into her cheeks.

"What did I say?" I asked.

I relaxed my grip so she could talk.

"I'm sorry..." she whispered almost silently, "I'm sorry, I forgot, I-"

I tightened my grip again, cutting her off. I brought my face close to hers.

"Answer me, slut. What did I say?" I asked.

I let her go.

"You..." she squeaked. She cleared her throat and continued. "You said I can't talk...unless I'm answering you." she said, her voice shaking.

"So why did you talk?" I said.

"I don't know, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." she trailed off.

I could see her eyes starting to glisten with the warning of tears.

I pulled back from her completely and got to my knees. I tucked my hard cock back into my boxers, forcing it to lie horizontally to make it fit. I closed my eyes and started to rub them with my fingers. I was planning to act frustrated and angry, but I was surprised to feel that I actually was a little angry. I'd always planned for her to fail my command, but it still pissed me off that she had.

I looked back at her. She was terrified, like she was awaiting a death sentence.

"Turn around." I said.

She looked confused, but slowly rolled over on the bed, not daring to speak again.

"Tuck your knees in," I said, "Push your ass up."

She slowly acted to obey me, folding her knees under her and pushing her face into my cushions. She was still wearing her panties, and I could see the dampness of her crotch even from behind.

I slowly pulled her panties down to her knees, and she let out a little gasp as her wet pussy was exposed to me. I moved behind her, and she let out a long sigh as I grabbed her ass hard with both hands. She really had a great ass, so round and firm. I'd started noticing it more on those occasions when she wore tight jeans to school, and I knew I wasn't the only guy who watched her from behind. I was just less obvious about it.

I squeezed harder than I had before, enjoying the sensation of her soft flesh in my grip.

She sighed as I released her, but then suddenly, without warning, I slapped her right ass cheek as hard as I could with my open hand. She squealed and gasped in surprise, but didn't speak.

"Jessica..." I said, "I want you to listen to me. You disobeyed me, and I'm going to punish you. I've hit you once...and I'm going to hit you nine more times."

I'd rehearsed this over and over to myself. I wanted to seem confident and imposing. I wasn't threatening her, I was just calmly letting her know what was going to happen.

She let out a little whimper of fear, and her body shivered.

"But you need to understand something," I continued, "This doesn't have to happen. If you don't want me to hurt you, you're free to leave whenever you want. You've always been free to leave... But if you do, I'll be...well... even more disappointed with you."

She slowly turned to face me. Her expression was magnificent, so sorrowful and panicked.

"You don't want to disappoint me, do you?" I asked.

She slowly shook her head. She looked miserable.

"Answer me, Jessica." I said.

"N...nno. I don't..." Her voice was shaking. She was on the verge of tears, "I don't want to disappoint you."

She sounded so sincere.

"So you have a choice to make." I said softly, "You can leave now and avoid the pain...or stay, and accept your punishment."

"I'm sorry..." she whispered.

"I know, Jessica. I know you're sorry. But you still have to be punished." I said firmly.

She turned her head and lay down on the cushions again. The situation had changed so quickly. She'd been so eager, so joyful before.