Revenge - Part 8B - Name Games

Sex stories post: Revenge – Part 8B – Name Games

“Look at me.” I said, looking down at her.

She quickly opened her eyes.

“Do you like being used by me?” I asked, pinching her cheek with my left hand.

She grunted and hummed in response. I slapped her hard on the cheek, flinching as I felt her teeth press against the base of my cock.

“Answer me, whore.” I said.

She let out a high pitched squeal and I felt her resist my grip, desperate to obey. I laughed darkly as I shoved her down even harder. I held her there for a few seconds, flexing my cock inside the slick passage of her throat, before quickly yanking her off.

She lifted her head high and breathed deeply, trying not to cough.

I yanked her back to my crotch and slammed my cock against her lips. Her whole mouth was covered in spit, and there were a few strands of saliva connecting her lips and chin to my cock. She was swaying her hips back and forth urgently, obviously desperate for contact.

“Tell me what you want, slut.” I growled.

“Use me!” she shouted, her voice hoarse, “Please, please cum! Fuck my throat! Use me, Sir!”

I fed her my cock and pushed her to back to the base, hard. I pumped the last few inches in and out of her for another few minutes before I stopped trying to hold the pleasure back.

“Swallow.” I ordered, grunting as I ejaculated into her.

She let out another piercing squeal, and the depth and humiliation of her submission had triggered her own orgasm. We came together, with me firing shot after shot of sperm down her throat, and her pussy twitching and convulsing without even being touched. I let out a shuddering sigh as my orgasm ended, and slid my thoroughly spit-drenched cock out of her mouth. She pressed her head against my thigh, and her body continued to shake.

I threw myself forward and reached behind her. I grabbed her bruised ass hard, digging my fingers in deep, and pulled her towards me as she let out another shriek. She quickly straddled my thigh and dug her face into the crook of my neck, still gasping and shaking. She wrapped her arms behind my neck and gripped tight.

“Sir…” she gasped, “Sir, I…I…”

“Cum for me, sweetheart.” I whispered, kissing her on the neck.

She emitted another squeak of pleasure and writhed her hips, grinding her hot, wet, pulsing pussy against my leg. I kissed her neck and slapped her ass with both hands, causing her to jump forward. Her heavy boobs pushed into my chest, and I could feel her hard nipples poking my skin.

“I’m…uhhuuuuh…” she moaned, “Oh God…Oh God!”

Her body stayed taut and tense against mine as she humped me, coating my thigh in her juices. I smiled and bit down hard on her shoulder, revelling in how every new sensation seemed to prolong and amplify her pleasure. Her orgasm went on and on, and seemed to last forever. I grounded myself in the moment, determined to remember every gasp, every sigh, every thrust of her hips. This moment was all the evidence I needed that Jessica was made to be dominated.

She eventually slowed her frantic pace and let herself rest against me. Her hips would still thrust irregularly every few seconds.

I leaned back looked at her. She was incredible. Her face was blushed deep red, and her eyes were wide and dazed. Her mouth and chin her still coated in a shiny layer of spit. I grabbed her jaw and aggressively licked her lips before sliding my tongue downwards and licking her chin clean. Without breaking contact, I slid my tongue back up to her lips and slipped it between them, kissing her deeply. She moaned lustfully into my mouth, and I felt her body sag wearily.

I broke the kiss and she let her head rest on my shoulder.

“Sir…” she whispered, her body twitching, “I’m…I’m still-”

She cut herself off with a final high-pitched gasp before completely collapsing against me. Her body still made little thrusts and shakes as her orgasm finally faded. I’d never seen it last that long. For a few minutes we both stayed silent, basking in our pleasure.

I lay down and took her with me, settling her head on my shoulder.

“Did you have fun, sweetheart?” I asked, smiling.

She giggled, exhausted.

“Mm hmm.” she said lightly. “Thanks for letting me suck you.”

“You mean, for using you?” I asked.

I kissed her on the head, and she squirmed against me.

“Did you like being used by me?” I asked, “Hm? Did you like it when I fucked your little throat?”

“Yes, Sir.” she sighed happily, “I love being used by you. I love being yours.”

“Good girl.” I said.

She kissed my neck and laughed gently.

I knew she had to leave soon, but I didn’t want her to. And there was something else I needed to talk to her about, before I forgot. She’d called me “Sir” by accident, at the cafeteria, in front of her friends. She covered it pretty clumsily, but luckily no one had noticed. It couldn’t happen again.

“By the way,” I said, “You can’t call me “Sir” when we’re not alone. You’ll have to get used to using my name.”

I honestly couldn’t remember the last time I’d heard her say my name. For so many years she’d just called me “Faggot”, or “Kid”, or “Bitch”.

“Right,” she said uncertainly, remembering why I was bringing it up. “Um, I guess that’s fine.”

There was a beat of silence.

“Well?” I prompted.

“Oh right, I don’t normally use your name at all, do I? So I guess I’ll call you…” she said.

She seemed to think about it for a few seconds, but then smiled.

“Steven.” she said.

That was weird. Hearing her say my name in that seductive, adoring voice made my heart skip a beat.

“Steven Bale.” she said, as if tasting the words on her tongue. “Yeah…that works.”

It seemed like it had been a while since she’d thought about me with that label too. Even in her head I was probably just “Roses’ Brother”, until I was “Sir”.

“Steven owns me.” she admitted quietly.

I immediately felt my pulse quicken, and a strange heat flowed through me. It sounded so different when she used my actual name.

“I love you, Steven.” she said suddenly, nuzzling into my neck.

I tried to stop my body from stiffening in surprise, and I let out a strange stunted laugh. I was glad the light was dim, because I knew that I was blushing. Why did it affect me so differently when she didn’t call me Sir?

She wasn’t just infatuated with some dark persona I displayed to her. She was in love with me. Me, the same awkward, lonely guy that she’d mocked for years. It was suddenly real in an oddly profound way.

“Good girl.” I mumbled.

She looked up at me and smiled. I think she suspected that hearing my name used like that had startled me, and she kissed me lightly on the cheek with a small laugh.

“I want to be a good girl for you, Steven.” she said lightly, almost thoughtfully.

She ran a finger along my collar bone, caressing me absent-mindedly.

“I don’t understand so much about…whatever it is you’re doing to me. But I know that much.” she said, smiling. “I want to be your good girl. It’s kind of weird how much I want it, actually.”

I was starting to feel a little overwhelmed, suddenly. She seemed too calm and content. So far I’d only seen her struggle with these feelings but now she was coming to terms with them, in a way. She was starting to really accept the labels I’d given her. That worried me. I’d only called her these things to hurt her, to make her suffer.

Slut. Whore. Even “My good girl.” had a condescending possessiveness to it. Did I really want her thinking of herself in these terms? This proud, strong, beautiful, intelligent woman. Did she really deserve to be treated like this?

But…she’d answered that herself, hadn’t she? At every push from me, she had eventually yielded. She degraded herself in submission to me. She accepted any punishment I had to give, and even admitted to enjoying them.

I shook my head at myself. I was being stupid. Now wasn’t the time to second-guess myself. I wasn’t threatening her or blackmailing her. She allowed herself to be treated this way because that’s how she wanted to be treated. I, with all my darkness and anger, made her happy. She loved me for it.

She was a slut, and a whore. She was submissive and a masochist. Her new comfort with these ideas shouldn’t have shaken me the way they did, but there was something about her actually being ready for all this that unnerved me. But it was exciting, too. She was discovering new depths to her submission, even as I was with my domination.

“So we’re not going to see each other for a while.” she said suddenly, pulling me from my thoughts.

“What?” I blurted out.

“Christmas.” she said.

My mind was a little slow to interpret her meaning.

Christmas was less than a week away. A few days after that, everyone would leave for their winter vacation.

My mom and dad were going on a romantic get-away to God knows which sun-soaked island a million miles away. Basically they headed to wherever was hottest, as neither of them could handle the cold.

Jessica’s mother Alice would be taking she and Rose somewhere together, and Jessica’s father, Bob, would be heading out hunting or fishing or gambling; something typically masculine. He took his wife’s absence as a chance to spend some male bonding time with his buddies.

Everyone would be gone for at least two weeks, usually leaving a few days after Christmas.

And me? I was staying at home, alone.

It was something of a tradition. It had started two years ago, when I was 16. I used to relish our family vacations, as they were the only time I got alone with Rose away from Jessica. However that year Bob and Alice seemed to be having a bit of marital strife, and needed some time apart. We were always on first name terms with Jessica’s parents, even as kids, but we weren’t trusted with the full details of why they were taking separate vacations that winter.

Anyway, Alice had the great idea to invite Rose along with her and Jessica. This left me with the pretty dire situation of being alone with my parents for two weeks. The point of the vacations were usually for Rose and I to spend time together doing fun kid stuff while our parents did whatever they seemed to enjoy doing so much alone in the hotel room.

I wasn’t about to spend my whole New Year break being awkwardly kicked out on my own so my parents could fuck in private.

I may sound bitter, but once I got over the idea of being further separated from Rose, I actually jumped at the chance to spend some time alone. I got the house to myself, I could stay up as late as I wanted, eat what I wanted, and pretty much just live free of Jessica for two whole weeks. I convinced my dad to let me stay on my own by parroting back all the lessons he and Mom had been telling us for years about why independence and self-sufficiency were so important. They trusted me enough to know I wasn’t going to throw any wild parties or anything, which I would have appreciated if I’d had any friends to throw a wild party with.

It was an odd situation, but everyone had had so much fun that year, myself included, that we’d done it again the next year. And I knew it was going to happen again soon. I’d heard Rose talk about where she and Jessica were going, even. But for some reason it just hadn’t occurred to me that I’d be away from Jessica for that amount of time. Again, my procrastination-honed brain seemed to be adept at just ignoring facts that I didn’t like.

“Oh, yeah.” I said lightly, “Where are you guys going this year?”

“Paris, for two weeks.” she said, “For all that fun shopping we girls love to do so much.”

She sounded sarcastic, but I could tell she was excited.

“I’m gonna miss you.” she said. She tried to make it sound light-hearted, but again I noticed an edge of nerves in her voice.

“Yeah…” I said lightly, “Two whole weeks without me. Actually, Christmas Eve is next Friday, so I won’t be able to see you then. More like three weeks.”

“Oh, yeah…” she said.

She was tense, and a heavy silence followed.

“Do you think you’ll be able to last for three weeks, sweetheart?” I asked, still keeping my voice light. “I mean, do you remember what happened the last time you didn’t cum for that long?”

She didn’t answer.

“Three whole weeks without an orgasm.” I said, “That seems like too long for a slut like you, doesn’t it?”

Again, she stayed silent.

“Doesn’t it, Jessica?” I asked again, my voice taking a darker tone.

“Yeah…” she said.

“Do you think you’ll be able to do it?” I asked. “Do you think you’ll be a good girl for me?”

“I…I don’t know.” she said honestly.

“Hmm…” I said, pretending to think, “Well, let’s make it fun, shall we? If you can last three whole weeks without an orgasm, I’ll give you a nice little reward.”

She perked up at that.

“What kind of reward?” she asked.

“A surprise.” I said.

“Ok.” she said excitedly, “I think I can do it.”

“But,” I said, pausing, “If you aren’t a good girl for me…you know, if you decide to touch that sensitive little pussy and cum without my permission…then you’ll get a punishment.”

I leaned close, and lowered my voice.

“And I promise you, Jessica,” I said, “It’ll be so much worse than anything I’ve done to you so far.”

She squeaked with fear, and the tone was suddenly dark again.

“I can do it.” she blurted out, “I’ll be a good girl.”

I pulled away from her, and looked down. She looked eager to please me, determined to prove herself.

“You know you can’t lie to me, don’t you.” I said, my tone serious.

“I…I’ve never lied to you.” she said, as if the idea offended her.

“Good. But I’m telling you now that you’re not allowed to.” I said. My voice was stern, and almost angry. “No matter how small or insignificant it seems, you can never lie to me, do you understand?”

“Yes.” she said, nodding, “I won’t, I won’t lie to you, I promise.”

I watched her for a second, as if deciding whether or not to believe her.

“Good.” I said, smiling suddenly.

The sudden change in my demeanour seemed to confuse her. I settled back down and pulled her close to me again. I stroked her cheek gently with one finger.

“Because the only way you’ll be able to receive your punishment is if you’re honest, and tell me what a bad girl you’ve been.” I said.

“I won’t have to tell you.” she said confidently, “I’ll be good.”

“That’s what I like to hear.” I said.

I leaned down and kissed her lips lightly, before quickly backing away as she opened her mouth and slipped out her tongue. She let out a frustrated little whine, and I smiled before kissing her deeply. I let the passion build, trying to goad her into kissing me more fiercely than before.

I slid my palm down her stomach and slid my fingers along her pussy lips. She jerked with surprise, but rolled back giving me better access.

I broke the kiss and gathered her wrists in my left hand, pushing them up above her head, like I’d done before. I loved seeing her like this. Her long, sexy body on display for me, every inch of skin completely accessible to my gaze and probing fingers. Lust clouded her expression, and she bit her lip, staring up at me.

“Maybe I should give you one for the road, huh?” I said, smirking, as I slid my fingers over her wet pussy.

She pushed her hips forward to try and increase the contact.

“Yes please!” she said, smiling, “Please make me cum, Sir.”

I slid two fingers inside her, loving how she hissed and sighed with pleasure. I pumped them randomly for a while, watching her lust and pleasure grow. Then I tried to recreate the motion I’d discovered earlier, the one that got her off so powerfully. It wasn’t long before I found it again, and she was soon desperately pumping her hips, trying to fuck herself with my fingers.

“Jesus…fuck, you’re good at this!” she gasped, laughing.

I laughed with her, and kissed her as I stroked that sweet spot again and again. She moaned into my mouth, and I knew she was already close. I liked that she was sensitive and horny enough for my inexperience to not be a hindrance.

I watched her orgasm grow on the horizon, her face blushing even deeper, her tongue sneaking out to lick her lips, and her hips twitching. She was so close now, so very close, every stroke of my fingers drawing her nearer and nearer to the edge of bliss.

She closed her eyes tight, but then opened them again as her voice got lost in her fevered gasps.

“Oh God, Oh God, Oh….Sir, I…I’m…!” she gasped.

I stopped suddenly, pulling my fingers out and resting my hand on her stomach.

“No! Sir, please don’t stop, don’t stop I’m soo close, please, please,” she babbled.

“No.” I said simply.

Her eyes widened in surprise, and then horror.

“Please!” she begged desperately, “Please, I need it, please, please let me cum!”

I shook my head, smiling.

“I think you’ve had enough tonight.” I said.

“No!” she moaned, her voice ragged, “Please, please!”

She suddenly struggled against me, fighting against my grip, but I was pushing my whole weight on to her wrists and the angle her arms were at meant she was essentially powerless. She grunted with frustration and tried to wriggle free, which made me laugh.
I stroked her face gently with my wet fingers before sliding them into her mouth. She sucked on them hard, begging me with those wide, green eyes. I let my hand rest around her throat.

“Please let me cum, Sir. Please don’t stop.” she begged, tears forming in her eyes.

She clamped her legs together and thrust forwards a few times, trying so hard to bring herself some pleasure.

“Three weeks, sweetheart.” I said gently, tightening my grip on her throat ever so slightly. “You promised.”

She bit her lip, and I could see the resignation come in to her eyes. She knew I wasn’t just toying with her. She wasn’t going to cum again until she got back. She nodded, but her expression was still one of intense sorrow.

“Are you going to be a good girl, like you said?” I asked.

“Yes Sir.” she whispered, her voice full of defeat, “I’ll be a good girl.”

I smiled and leaned down to kiss her deeply. She eagerly welcomed my tongue into her mouth, but I pulled away quickly. I let go of her wrists and sat back. My cock was rock hard and sticking straight out from my body and she stared at it as she sat up.

“Do I have to go now?” she asked as she rubbed her wrists, finally meeting my eye.

I nodded. She dropped her eyes and turned away from me, getting off the bed.

I actually liked the feeling of sending her away when I was still hard. Since this had begun with her, every night had been a test of my self control; could I put off having sex with her long enough to dominate her each time? At first it wasn’t too difficult; I’d still hated her so much that I could easily overpower my lust for her, but I seemed to be becoming more and more attracted to her.

Still, so far I’d passed, and it felt good to know I had some modicum of control over my crazy teenage hormones. I felt like it made a statement to her. I wasn’t a slave to my urges, the way most guys my age were, and more to the point, the way she was. She put up with all this degradation and punishment in order to feel the pleasure that she did, and practically cried when I denied her it, but I could send her away with my dick still rock hard if I wanted to. It was just another kind of control, but an important one.

After all, how could I responsibly control her if I couldn’t control myself?

When she gathered her clothes, she walked to the door and turned. She stood there awkwardly, her eyes roaming over my body. I could tell from the way she squeezed her thighs together that she was still desperate for pleasure.

“I’ll miss you.” she said suddenly.

“I know, sweetheart.” I said, “But it’s just three weeks. You can do it, I know you can.”

A smile flashed to her lips at my words of encouragement, and she nodded confidently.

“I can.” she said.

“Good.” I said. “Goodnight Jessica.”

“Goodnight Sir.” she said, “Um, Steven.” she corrected, smiling.

I lay down and turned away from her, pulling the blanket up over me. I heard the door open, then close, and I was alone.

Three weeks without any kind of sex with Jessica. And for two of those weeks I’d be completely alone. I would be fine, I always was. I was more interested in how she’d handle it. She was so desperate last time I’d denied her. Would she really be able to last three weeks without me? Maybe it was just arrogance, but I doubted it.

Even after being punished tonight, she hadn’t cried like she had in the past. I felt like I was dominating her properly, but I knew there were still unseen depths to her masochism that I had yet to explore. I’d made up the reward or punishment thing on the spot, but my mind was already buzzing with ideas. It was going to be a fun reunion whether she’d been good or not.

Well, fun for me either way. I was still holding my sadistic side in check, but I hadn’t found any kind of limit there either.

I would have to make some preparations over the coming weeks to be certain that our relationship kept heading down this dark path. We were both finding new depths to our darkest urges, and I’d be ready for her when she returned.

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