Yours Ch. 03byBackyardBottomslash©
All characters are over 18 and fictional.
I'd like to thank everyone who left comments and sent emails. The support for this story has been overwhelming and I appreciate every message, whether complimentary or critical.
I'd also like to thank everyone for being so patient. It can be very difficult for me to find the motivation to write, and even when I do, I find myself re-writing over and over in order to produce the best work I can.
I'll endeavour to work a little faster in future.
There was a soft knock at the door.
It was just after midnight, and Jessica had come to be with me again, as she put it.
"Come in." I said.
The door opened and Jessica slipped in, closing it quietly behind her.
She was wearing a negligee, the exact shape and design as the black one she usually wore, except this one was red. I took in the thin weave that showed off her body and matching panties, the short hem that drew the eye to her long and sexy legs, and of course the dark red bust that gave her the most magnificent cleavage. I knew before I looked that she'd painted her toenails to match.
I looked back at my laptop screen, ignoring her for now. I'd gotten a taste of this last week. Just making her wait was so appealing to me. This was a girl that on many occasions had called me a "retard" for slurring my words or stuttering the slightest amount, following with the phrase "Don't waste my time." We were kids then, but it was stupid little things like this that still stuck with me.
Now I could waste her time all I wanted.
Before she'd arrived, I'd been surfing aimlessly on the internet for a few hours going from link to link, reading about basically anything I found interesting. I did this a lot, and ended up learning about a pretty wide variety of useless crap. The internet was a big place. A lot of opportunities to waste time.
"Hi." she said softly.
"Get on your knees and shut up." I said calmly, without looking.
She did as I asked, and I continued to click and read for a while. But I couldn't really concentrate when she was there.
Last week had been disturbing for me. At first it was my own rage that I obsessed over, the absolute cruelty I'd unleashed on Jessica's body. She told me later, when Rose wasn't around, that the bruises still hadn't healed by Wednesday. But it was her telling me this that helped me get over it. She didn't whimper it out, afraid. She didn't hiss it at me, angry. Her tone was one of pure excitement, and almost pride.
It became clear to me that she could take so much more punishment than I'd thought.
No, what disturbed me here was how I'd spoken to her. I'd cuddled her, let her sleep with me, called her "sweetheart" for God's sake. This wasn't the relationship I wanted. I'd rationalised over and over that we could have both the cruelty and the kindness, but I felt we definitely needed more of the former.
All week she'd been looking at me. Subtly watching me when she thought I wasn't paying attention to her. I'd been sitting with her and Rose, and getting to know their friends some more had been... not horrible, anyway. But since she'd admitted to being "mine", I felt her eyes on me far too much. Every time I looked at her I'd see her glance quickly away with some stupid, love-struck little smile on her face. It was unacceptable, despite the charge it gave me.
In our conversations with Rose nothing had changed, but it really felt like we were getting too close. I finally had a grip on our relationship. She claimed to be in love with me, but I didn't have to let that mean anything. She accepted that she belonged to me, and that was how I wanted things to continue. I owned her.
So I made her wait.
I wanted so badly to look at her, and I knew she'd just be watching me, so I made her wait a little longer.
The tension was ridiculous. After a little over half an hour, I slowly closed my laptop.
I let out a long sigh and finally looked at her.
She was still kneeling, eyes locked onto mine. Last week I'd criticised her posture, but now she was sitting upright, back perfectly straight, and hands folded on her lap. She was such a fast learner.
"Come here." I said.
Without breaking her gaze, she leaned forward and slowly crawled over to the side of the bed.
"Up." I said, pointing to my legs.
I pulled the covers off as she silently climbed up. She stared at me, eyes wide as she waited for my next instruction. She glanced at my crotch a few times and her hands clenched into fists. She was anxious. She was so open with her emotions sometimes, her hope and anticipation obvious on her face. She was practically begging without even speaking.
"Suck me." I said harshly.
She let out an excited squeak and quickly obeyed, sliding her fingers under my waistband and yanking down my underwear. Within seconds she was holding my soft cock in her trembling fingers and licking slowly along my shaft.
I leaned back against my headboard and put my arms behind my head, staring across the room and out my window at the night sky. It was December, and Christmas was only a few weeks away. The weather had been threatening snow, but so far it had been clear.
I was trying to set up an atmosphere between Jessica and I. I ignored her, then only used short commands to order her, and now I wasn't even looking at her while she went down on me. I wanted to seem more detached than before, after everything last week. I wanted to make some more distance between us.
I could see the bright green of her eyes staring up at me, but I refused to look down. Instead, I leaned back and closed my eyes, focusing on the pleasure she was giving me.
She'd started the same as always, soft kisses and licks along the shaft and head to get me hard, which didn't take long, before sucking me into her mouth. She was using hard, strong licks against the head which felt amazing, and soon she was sucking in her cheeks to give that intense pressure that I loved. Usually I would start breathing heavier, or sighing, but I resisted making any noise.
She kept sucking me in deeper and deeper each time until I was completely inside her tight throat, my balls pressed against her chin. She held it there for a few seconds before pulling back up and licking around the head again.
She kept this up for around five minutes without me making a single sound, strong licks against the head broken up by slowly deep-throating me. I could feel her determination to get a reaction out of me. She held my cock in her throat for a little longer each time, and her licks got more insistent and varied.
She was really getting good at this. Well, that was an understatement. She was good before, and due to my lack of experience every new blowjob from her automatically became the best one ever as she learned how to better use her tongue and throat to please me. But I kept control of myself, not wanting to let her know the extent of the pleasure she was giving me.
After a few minutes more I heard, and felt, her moan slightly in the back of her throat. She inhaled my cock again, and this time just held it there. After maybe 30 seconds I thought she would pull up, but she didn't. She just stayed there, not breathing, my thick shaft pushed into her pulsing throat.
A few seconds later she quickly slid off my cock and started panting heavily. She barely waited at all before sucking in a large breath and taking me into her mouth again. I couldn't help a small sigh at the sensation of being taken to the base so quickly and enthusiastically. And again, she held it. The seconds ticked on and on, far past the point I thought she'd have to come up for air.
Her eyes were closed, her expression a picture of concentration, but her face was bright red. She was practically choking herself on my cock.
Her eyes suddenly shot open and her head jerked upwards. She inhaled deeply and started coughing, probably choking on her own saliva. She never let go of my cock, even as she turned her head and continued to cough violently. There were tears in her eyes, but ones of discomfort, not emotion.
After she seemed to get her breath back, she looked at me.
"Sorry." she croaked, "I-"
I interrupted her with a light slap to her face. She seemed stunned at the sudden pain.
"Did I give you permission to speak?" I asked quietly.
She shook her head, eyes wide open in shock, her hand lifting to her face.
I'd actually been practising my slaps, as odd as that sounds. By hitting my own legs and arms, I'd figured out the right amount of force I had to use to sting without seriously hurting, or even bruising. I didn't put much weight into it, instead using mostly my fingers. It stung like hell, but it the mark faded quickly. I'd had to test that on my own face to know for sure, and I'd felt pretty stupid doing it.
I wasn't trying to cause her serious pain. It was like biting her lip, or pulling her hair. It was just meant to shock her, and humiliate her. I'd learned the previous week how powerful real pain was, how deeply it affected her.
And now I had the belt for that.
The silence had stretched between us. It was a few seconds before I realised that she was waiting for another command, or a punishment.
"Back to work." I said, leaning back. "And try not to choke on it this time." I added, condescendingly.
I closed my eyes and she started again. She moved slower this time and soon figured out a good pattern. Rather than just holding my cock in her throat she swallowed it over and over, going from tip to base and back in one continuous motion. She soon sped up and I let out a satisfied moan. She moaned excitedly in response, and moved even faster.
I'd held off as long as I could, and I knew I wouldn't last much longer. I grabbed her chin and pulled her head up so that just the head of my cock was left in her mouth. She didn't stop her insistent licking until I sighed at my release. I pushed my head back into my pillows, and thrust my hips forward as I came. She gripped my shaft with both hands as I filled her mouth with cum which she gratefully swallowed, purring with pleasure as she did.
My dick began to soften but her tongue kept moving. Soon I was rock hard again, and only then did she stop. I opened my eyes to look at her. She was kneeling, back straight, staring at me. Waiting.
I slowly sat up, then got to my knees in front of her. Our bodies were almost touching, and I could feel her breath on my shoulder. She looked up at me, her beautiful emerald eyes shining.
"Strip and get on your back." I said roughly.
She reacted so quickly it was almost funny, desperately struggling out of her thin negligee and throwing it to the floor. She lunged forward and span onto her back, thrusting her hips out and slipping out of her damp panties.
She lay in the centre of the bed, completely naked, her legs spread and her pussy soaked. I caught the scent of her arousal and felt my cock twitch in response. She ran her hand down her stomach and eagerly pushed her hips forward, desperate for contact but not daring to touch herself. I leaned over her and my hands found their familiar positions, my right brushing up through her hair and my left resting gently around her throat.
I held her like this for just a few seconds, enjoying the anticipation in her eyes. I reached down and grabbed my cock, pressing it against her wet pussy. Normally I made her beg for this, but I didn't have time to wait. Every time we did this I wanted her more. I pushed into her hard, quickly filling her inrecdibly tight pussy with half of my shaft.
"Yesss..." she groaned out in pleasure.
I had to struggle not to join her with a moan of my own. As I slowly filled her she started demonstrating the results of her "exercises", the muscles of her hot pussy gripping and squeezing along my cock. I sighed with pleasure and slowly fucked her, my hips finding a comfortable rhythm.
She let out a small moan each time I filled her, and I found myself wanting to move faster just to hear it. I revelled in the mixture of pleasure and pain she expressed as I twisted her hair in my hand. I loved seeing her like this, so different from her normal self. Her eyes were closed and she was biting her lip hard. I could tell she was already close to orgasm, after only a few minutes.
I wanted to see her cum, but I wanted to tease her even more. I increased my speed and her whole body tensed, desperately seeking the approaching release. She let out a loud moan, and I knew she was right on the edge. I slowly slid out of her, letting my cock fall against her stomach. I leaned forward and pressed it between us.
"No, don't stop! Please, please don't stop..." she whined, pushing upwards with her hips.
I pulled her hair and tightened my grip around her throat, silencing her.
"You were going to cum, weren't you?" I asked, struggling to keep my breathing steady.
She nodded against my grip, eyes softening.
"What do you need...before you can cum?" I asked.
She hesitated before finding the answer.
"Permission." she replied quickly, her voice soft and fearful.
"Permission from who?"
I pulled my hips back and let my cock rest against her pussy. She moaned and pushed her hips forward again, trying to get some friction. I smiled at her desperation.
"Why do you need my permission?" I asked lightly, as if confused.
With my other hand I gently tapped the head of my cock against her soaking wet pussy lips. Her whole body jumped in response, and she moaned again.
"Because...because you own me." she almost whispered, looking away from me in shame.
I pulled her hair harder, trying to guide her eyes back to mine.
"What was that?" I asked.
She stared into my eyes, utterly vulnerable.
"You own me." she said again.
I smiled and slowly slid my cock into her tight tunnel, not stopping until I bottomed out. She gasped and pushed her hips against me, squirming with pleasure. Every instinct screamed at me to keep moving, to take my pleasure from her body, but I had to control myself.
"Jessica, do you want to cum?" I asked.
"Please..." she gasped, "Please make me cum."
"Please what, Jessica?"
"Please..." she moaned, looking away.
I lightly slapped her face to get her attention.
"Please what?" I asked again.
She looked up at me, eyes so wide and threatening tears, but didn't speak.
"What's wrong Jessica? You seemed to enjoy calling me it last week. You know what you have to say." I said softly. I kissed her once on the cheek, letting my lips linger for a second.
She bit her lip hard and closed her eyes again.
"Please...Sir." she whispered.
"Louder." I said.
"Please, Sir!" she panted.
I quickly pulled my hips back, then slowly forward as I fucked her once with my entire length. She let out a frustrated wail when I stopped and leaned closer, putting my lips to her ear.
"Please, Sir...what?" I growled.
I knew by now how her mind worked with things like this. Once she'd submitted, it seemed she would say almost anything I prompted her too, but when we started again it was more difficult to convince her to repeat it. I could see it all in her face. Her stubbornness, and her shame. She was torn between the pleasure she got from submission, and her pride telling her she shouldn't.
But as always, the pleasure won out. I smiled as I saw the resignation in her expression. This is what made this whole thing work, I thought. This is why I was able to make her mine. The depth of her submission and her capacity for pleasure meant that I'd always be able to make her submit if I dominated her properly.
"Please can I cum...Sir?" she begged, "Please make me cum, Sir. Please make...make your slut cum with your big cock."
Just at her words I felt hot pleasure rolling through my body, causing my cock to twitch inside her. I took her bottom lip between my teeth and bit down hard as I slid out of her. I kissed her deeply and gripped her throat tight as I thrust back in. She moaned her pleasure into my mouth as I pounded her in a frantic rhythm, my hips slamming into hers as I filled her dripping pussy.
Her moans grew frantic as she tried to hold back the pleasure. I broke the kiss and put my lips to her ear.
"Cum for me, slut." I hissed.
Immediately I felt her body stiffen beneath me as her orgasm began. She screamed into my ear as her body shook uncontrollably. She wrapped her arms around my neck and gripped tight as I continued my assault, not slowing down for a second despite how fiercely her pussy was gripping my cock.
"Oh God!" she wailed, "Oh God! Sir!"
She started to move against me, matching my rhythm with her own. At first she twisted her hips which created an amazing circular pressure, but as another orgasm approached she threw her head back and began mindlessly pumping against me, eager to increase her pleasure. She stared into my eyes as she came again, and I heard myself grunt with lust. She looked so incredible when she came, her beautiful, refined features twisted into pure pleasure. I felt my self-control slipping as my lust for her overwhelmed me, and I knew there would be no more stopping or teasing until I got myself off.
I closed my eyes and lost myself in the sensation of taking her. The softness and heat of her body, her shaking voice as the pleasure of her orgasm dragged on, her fingernails scratching lightly against my back. Her pussy was so wet that I could feel the liquid sliding down the base of my cock and coating my balls.
Again, I kept thrusting and thrusting until my lungs began to burn and my hips felt weak. I knew I could hold my pleasure back for longer, but I'd already exhausted my body. I kept going for as long as I could before my pace started to falter. I gritted my teeth and tightened my grip. She seemed to sense my determination to finish, and she wrapped her legs around my hips as I sank myself into her and joined in with her third orgasm, the strength of my own forcing the breath from me.
I kept thrusting as I came, slowing until I slid out of her. She whimpered as my softening cock left her. Her legs were still shaking and her eyes were closed, and I could tell by the way her hips were lightly thrusting that the pleasure of her orgasm hadn't yet left her. I leaned in and touched my lips to hers, and immediately she opened her mouth and slipped her tongue into mine. We kissed slowly, our tongues moving together in an easy rhythm.
I pulled away and rolled to the side, focusing on getting my breath back. She rolled over on to me and wrapped her arms around me.
I was so tired suddenly, and lying with her was so relaxing. Her body lost all tension, and her heavy breathing tickled my chest.
"Am I good?" she whispered in my ear.
"What?" I asked.
"Am I a...a good girl?" she asked.
I smiled. I loved how deeply it all affected her. I hadn't even done much to her tonight, besides teasing her, but she could still ask a question as humiliating as this and really mean it.
I kissed the top of her head.
"You were a good girl for me tonight." I said.
She smiled and then laughed gently, embarrassed.
"Good." she said.
The energy was leaving my body, and I felt my eyelids begin to close. I didn't want her sleeping here again. Not tonight, anyway.
"Time to go, sweetheart." I said quietly.
I felt a flash of anger at myself for letting that word slip out again. "Sweetheart". It sounded far too intimate, despite how natural it felt.
"Can't I stay?" Jessica asked.
I looked at her, preparing to maintain the distance between us. She just looked to desperate, so full of fear and hope. I smirked, eager to see the pain in her eyes when I told her to leave but suddenly a memory came to me, the same that had haunted me all week.