Yours Ch. 03

She trailed off again, biting her lip as her eyes welled up slightly. She shook her head again and leaned towards me, putting her mouth in front of mine but getting no closer. Her way of silently begging for a kiss.

I kissed her softly, and slowly. She ran her fingers up into my hair as our tongues moved together, and let out a small moan as I felt a tear roll down her cheek. Oh, now she was crying, I thought to myself.

She broke the kiss and rested her head on my shoulder.

"I think this is my favourite part." she whispered, "Right after I...after I've been punished, or...or fucked. My whole body's still just buzzing with pain and pleasure, and my mind's completely clear. We're both just here, and I'm yours. It's just so perfect."

She kissed my cheek again before pulling back and looking me in the eye.

"I mean, that's not everything I feel for you. I still don't really understand my feelings for you. But...how could I not love someone who makes me feel like that?" she said softly.

Just at the word love, I felt a familiar twinge of annoyance that I hadn't even recognised until now. I didn't like hearing that she loved me. Hearing it had always bothered me. It had been what set me off when I'd snapped at her the day before. I'd been ignoring the discomfort it made me feel, but now it made sense. It bothered me because I didn't believe it.

Because how could she?

Forget who I was, the parts of me she didn't know, and the parts of me she used to mock. If you only take into account who I was with her, my newly discovered "Dominant" side; the darkness, the cruelty, the violence...how could she possibly love someone like that? How could she genuinely love someone who treated her like I did?

And the parts of myself that I wasn't showing her just felt worse. I hurt her so much, and I tried to distance myself from those abusive assholes who beat their wives, by telling myself that she wanted it too...but in the end, I was hurting her because I wanted to. It felt dark, and cruel, and sick, because surely it had to be.

But she loved me. I may not have understood it, but she did. She saw the darkest parts of me, my anger and sadism, and was excited where most people would be disgusted. I almost laughed out loud as a thought struck me; I'd been so worried with hiding my growing affection from her, when it was my vviolence towards her that I was really ashamed of.

In response, I kissed her again. It started slowly, but got more and more passionate until I grabbed her hips and pulled her body onto mine. She straddled me and wrapped her arms around me, our tongues dancing wildly.

I tried not to shy away from the feelings she gave me. I was finished with that, with ignoring parts of myself because they made me uncomfortable. I still didn't know exactly what Jessica meant to me, but I knew that it wasn't all darkness. When this whole thing had started, I'd had no idea how funny she was, how brilliant she was, and how...profoundly alone she was, or how hard she worked. I'd just seen her as this two-dimensional bitch because that was all she'd shown me.

But unfortunately, just because I had a better understanding of why she'd always behaved the way she did, it still didn't excuse it. That deep seated bitterness, the contempt and hatred of her, was still there somewhere, mixing in with everything else I was feeling.

But I chose to embrace the lighter side this time, rather than the darker.

I rolled her over and kissed her deeply, and smiled as she whimpered softly into me. I ran my fingers into her hair and moved my tongue more forcefully in her mouth, causing it to roll sensually against hers. She whimpered again as her body shivered with pleasure, and I couldn't help but moan in response.

My cock was already hard, and I quickly lined it up with her pussy. I pushed the tip against her slick pussy lips, but stopped before going any further.

"Please fuck me, Sir." she begged, smiling, "Please fuck your little...whore."

She really was a fast learner. I liked to hear her beg, but she said it with a much lighter tone than before.

"So you're a whore now too?" I asked, smiling with her.

She kissed my cheek and let out whimper of lust.

"If you want me to be your whore, I'll be your whore." she whispered.

I smiled and laid my cock flat against her stomach. I raised my torso up and pushed her head down by the hair.

"And what does my little whore want?" I asked.

"She wants to be fucked. Fucked by your big, thick cock Sir."

She looked down at my impressive length that covered her navel, and let out a little murmur of desire.

"Please fuck your whore, Sir." she moaned.

I wasted no time in sliding the head of my cock into her tight channel, then sighing with pleasure as I slowly filled her.

She let out a drawn out, "Yessssssss...", until I pushed in the last inch or so with a suddenly hard thrust, which made her yelp with surprise.

She was so slick and hot, and she quivered along my whole length. She pushed her head back into the cushions and closed her eyes tight.

"You love that cock inside you, slut?" I asked, thrusting in and out with only a few inches.

"Mm hmm..." she whimpered, nodding, "I love...I love the way you fuck me."

I slid out a little more, depriving her of being filled to her depths. She groaned at the little frustration.

"That's not what I asked, sweetheart." I said lightly, "I asked if you love my cock."

She bit her lip and stared up at me, her emerald eyes swimming with emotion.

"I do...I love your cock, Sir." she said, as if she was ashamed.

I rewarded her honesty by picking up the pace, and sliding more of my length into her with each stroke.

"You love my big cock?" I prompted.

"Yessss..." she hissed gently, "I love it. I love your...unnghh..." she moaned with sudden pleasure. "I love your huge cock. It stretches my little pussy out...and it hurts...Oh God, it's so good...It fills me up so good..." she whimpered.

I laughed darkly and sped up again. The increased rhythm made her beautiful boobs bounce and shake with each thrust. I took the left one in my hand, and squeezed it gently. I wanted to explore these wonders more.

I leaned down and took her right nipple into my mouth, sucking and nibbling it gently. Again, I had no real idea what I was doing, but just flicking my tongue across it made her gasp with pleasure.

"Oh that feels...ungh...that feels good..." she sighed, her voice shaking.

I brought my right hand down from her hair and started to gently squeeze and knead the other boob in tandem with my other hand, while taking her left nipple between my lips and giving it the same treatment as the right.

Playing with her incredible tits like this was so deliciously erotic, and it caused my dick to twitch inside her. I suddenly squeezed her both nipples hard and buried my face in her deep cleavage, savouring the incredible softness and heat. Her hands suddenly pushed against the back of my head, and she pulled me harder against her soft chest. I laughed and twisted her nipples lightly, causing her hips to thrust against mine, interrupting my slow and steady pace.

"Sir I'm gonna cum." she declared suddenly, "Sir, Sir, I'm close..."

I lifted my head up from her wonderful fleshy pillows and squeezed them hard.

"Cum for me, Jessica." I said gently, "Let me see you cum."

I increased my pace, faster and faster, until our hips were slamming together. It wasn't long before she went off, her face body writhing in ecstasy beneath me and her hot pussy juices flowing down my balls. I dug my fingers in harder and went for gold, pumping in to her as fast and hard as I could. She let out another spirited wail, and I knew a second orgasm wasn't far behind the first.

I'd been holding back for a while now, and I waited until I felt her tight pussy clench around my cock again that I allowed myself release. My hands found her hair and throat as my sperm flowed into her. The aftershocks of her orgasm seemed to fuel my own and it was several long seconds before either of us moved, each of us just enjoying the pleasure of the other's body.

I stared down at her pleasured features, and she seemed surprised to see me staring when she opened her eyes. She laughed lightly and bit her lip.

I kissed her slowly and tenderly, our tongues finding a sensual dance against one another. I pulled back slightly, and watched as her tongue tried to follow mine, wriggling outside her mouth. I smiled and she pouted up at me, and then I kissed her again. I put my hand against her forehead and gently pushed her down, again breaking the kiss before she was ready.

I kissed her closed lips, always pulling away just as she tried to kiss me back. She let out a whimper of frustration and tried feebly to push against me. I laughed, and continued the slow teasing as we got our breath back.

As deftly as I could, I tried to get on my back and simultaneously roll her on top of me. It didn't quite go as planned, and she giggled as she wriggled around on top of me, trying to find her usual position. She found it, and her body relaxed.

I looked down at her, both of us panting and smiling.

"I love you." she said, leaning in to kiss my neck and cheek. "I love you, Sir."

"I know, sweetheart." I said, trying to get my breath back.

"Yeah?" she said with a smile, meeting my eye.

She may not have known everything about me, or what I was feeling, or what I thought of her, but I had no doubt now how she felt about this side of me.

"I guess...I didn't really believe you. But...yeah." I said.

Her smile grew, and she hugged me tightly.

"I do love you. But...you were kinda right..." she said quietly, "I do seriously love your cock, too."

I laughed, and she giggled along with me. I kissed her forehead and pulled her close to me. She rolled over and looked up at me, her smooth legs resting between mine. I stroked her hair and gently massaged her scalp, thinking of how violently I'd been hurting her here just a little while ago.

She rolled off me and we both lay on our sides, facing each other. We didn't speak, but just occasionally gave each other a few kisses on whatever exposed skin was available. She laughed gently as she kissed and nibbled on my jaw line, and I responded my nibbling her ear lobe. This got a surprised little gasp of pleasure, which made us both laugh.

We rested and dozed lightly for almost an hour, just relaxing and moving with each other to get comfortable.

Embracing the lighter side of my feelings felt good. I could forget everything she'd been to me and just focus on what she was. And she was incredible.

After a time, we both seemed to perk up a little more, recovering from our earlier fun. I rolled onto my back and pulled her with me, and she laid her head on my shoulder again. She looked up at me with those adoring eyes, and I honestly wondered how I'd ever managed to get to this point. I didn't think I would ever feel so close, so intimate with another person, least of all Jessica.

A thought rose unbidden in the back of my mind. I'd never told her I loved her, and she'd never asked about it. Did she not care? Did she just assume I did? Either way, my own feelings towards her were something I was still figuring out. Like I said, I'd felt what I thought was love before, and I felt similar things for Jessica. But as much as I liked her, and cared about her, I wasn't sure this would be called love.

And that's without going into the darker feelings.

But I didn't have to think about that now, I thought, sighing contentedly. We were both happy right then, and that was enough.

I opened my eyes to see that she was watching me intently. Her eyes were locked on to my lower lip, and she sighed.

"Are...are you going to tell me what happened?" she asked, breaking the long silence.

She reached towards my face, but then stopped herself. She was so worried for me. I smiled, and she looked confused.

"Fine." I said, "You were right, it was Mike."

"Oh, I knew it." she said. "What happened? Why did he...does he know about us? Was it my fault?" she asked.

I laughed.

"Actually, I think he does suspect something. Or he was just being a dick because he could. It doesn't matter, anyway. I took care of it."

"But what happened?" she desperately asked again.

I sighed. She wasn't going to give this up.

"He told me not to sit with you any more. Said you were still "his girl", and that I had to stay away. At first...well, at first I didn't know what to do. But eventually I got him to follow me into the bathroom, where I basically told him to go fuck himself. That's when he did this."

I gestured to my lip.

"And...this and this." I said, pointing to the two bruises on my torso, which were mostly covered with her body.

"Oh." she said, looking down. "Oh my God."

She rolled off me, noticing my other injuries for the first time. In the low light, they were hard to notice, and I guess she didn't really look anywhere except my face and crotch, I thought with a smile.

Anger exploded across her face so quickly, and her body tensed up.

"I'm going to kill him." she growled.

"Jessica..." I warned.

"No!" she said angrily, "I'm going to rip his tiny cock right off. Who the fuck does he think he is? God, he thinks I was a bitch before? I'll fucking kill him!"

"Jessica!" I said firmly, my voice sounding deeper and more powerful.

Just like at the cafeteria, the sudden authority in my voice seemed to shock her.

"You're not even going to look at him, do you understand? This is between me and him now." I said.

She glared into my eyes, unwilling to back down.

"How do you know this isn't going to happen again?" she asked.

"Because he knows he'll have to do much, much worse than this if he ever wants to control me." I said, matching her ferocity. "I laughed at him, Jessica. I laughed in his face and told him he'd never be able to scare me into obeying him. And he was afraid of me."

I thought back to his dumbfounded, terrified expression.

"You're fuckin' nuts!"

I smiled at the memory. My laughter had been pretty insane, as was my insistence that he'd have to kill me for me to obey him...but I thought I'd handled the whole thing pretty well.

"I don't think I have to worry about him any more. And even if I do...I don't need you to protect me." I said harshly.

She seemed surprised at my answer but she still had her guard up, anger playing across her features.

"Tell me you won't even admit that you know this happened." I said. "Tell me you won't try to get back at him."

"If he hurts you again-" she started.

"Jessica!" I shouted, cutting her off.

I grabbed her hair and yanked her towards me.

"This isn't a debate!" I hissed. "Mike is none of your business any more. As far as you're concerned, he's just some asshole you used to fuck, got it?"

She whimpered with pain and struggled against me. I tightened my grip.

"Do you understand?" I asked again.

"Yes! I get it!" she whined.

I released her, and her head dropped to my chest. I took her softly by the chin and turned her face towards mine.

There were tears welling up in her eyes, and she still looked angry.

"Sweetheart..." I sighed, "I know you want to help me, but this isn't something I need help with. I can handle Mike by myself, Ok? Trust me."

Her expression softened, and she leaned towards me.

"I just don't want him to hurt you again." she said.

"He won't." I said firmly.

She stared into my eyes for another few seconds before nodding and looking away. It had been a long time since someone had been so protective of me. It felt good, and I couldn't help but smile.

I felt like I had Mike under control, at least for now. Even if I didn't, I wouldn't have anyone else fighting my battles for me, especially not her of all people.

I pulled Jessica close to me again.

"I don't want you to get hurt." she said again, pulling away and looking up at me.

Having someone care about me to this extent was really strange.

I kissed her, and she responded by taking my injured lip between hers and licking it softly. I laughed as she sucked on it, and she giggled in return.

She pulled back and slowly slid her body down mine, leaning in to kiss the bruise below the centre of my chest a few times, letting her tongue sneak out and lick it softly. She was being so oddly tender, and it felt so intimate. Once she'd kissed every bit of the wide bruise, she slid down again, accidentally engulfing my cock in her boobs as she started to kiss the bruise on my ribs.

She felt my cock growing between her warm tits, and she smirked up at me. She slid lower, until her chest was resting against my legs and her face was behind my growing erection.

"Did he hurt you here, Sir?" she asked sweetly, taking my thick, half-hard cock in her soft hand and staring up at me. "Do you want me to kiss it better?"

It amazed me how quickly she could submit.

"Can I kiss it, Sir?" she asked quietly, "Can I suck you?"

She stared at my growing cock, biting her lip as she ran her hand along it's length.

"Do it." I said.

She quickly smiled up at me before planting a firm kiss on the head of my cock, pressing it hard against her lips. From there she started her usual warm up routine, planting firm kisses and licks all along my shaft.

"I can taste myself on you." she said stroking me, "I can taste my...my slutty pussy on your...big cock."

I was surprised to hear her talk like that without being ordered. Her cheeks had a light blush to them. She'd told me herself that submitting to me made her feel "pathetic". Disgusting, even. It humiliated her. She looked away from me as she sucked the head of my cock into her mouth and swirled her tongue around it.

I suppressed a groan, but immediately regretted it. I didn't have to hide my pleasure from her. As the pressure in her mouth increased, I let out a pleasured sigh.

"Good girl." I said.

She pulled back.

"Do you like that, Sir?" she asked, sounding surprised.

"Lick the base." I ordered.

She immediately complied, and started feverishly licking the bottom of my shaft.

"Not like that." I said.

I sat up and put one hand on the back of her head. With the other I pointed to where my shaft met my scrotum.

"Put your tongue here." I ordered.

I moved my finger and her tongue took it's place. She didn't move, and for a second I enjoyed the feeling of her hot, quivering tongue on the sensitive spot.

"Now, keep your tongue flat and lick all the way to the top." I said.

She slowly did what I ordered, using her other hand to push my shaft against her tongue as it glided up the underside of my cock. A shiver of pleasure rolled down my spine, and I sighed again as she reached the head. I loved it when she licked me like that. Without speaking I guided her forward, and she took me into her mouth. I lightly gripped her hair and led her up and down in a slow, steady rhythm.

Her eyes were closed, and she suddenly whimpered with lust. She liked being told exactly what to do, it seemed.

"Now, show me what you did all that practice for." I said as I pushed her down.

She inhaled sharply through her nose and took me into her throat. She hesitated for a second as she relaxed.

"That's it, sweetheart, all the way down." I said gently.

She let out a few more mewling whimpers, and looked into my eyes as she took me all the way to the base. She held it there, waiting for more instruction.

I enjoying the heat of her throat encasing my entire cock, and the look of lust and submission in her eyes. She didn't make a sound except for the occasional pulse of her throat, not even able to breath around the girth of my shaft. After around 30 seconds of this intense pleasure, I slowly pulled her up. Couldn't have her choking again, after all.