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Revenge, Pt 7: The Blood Starts Flowing

Date: 12/11/2015, Categories: Fiction, BDSM, Domination/submission, Male Domination, Romance, Slavery, Teen Male/Teen Female, Author: masterKDean2014, Rating: 92.6, Source: sexstories.com

was actually good, now that I thought about it. I was getting more and more adept at guessing what she was feeling based on the tone of her voice, and her expression, but I found myself wanting to know exactly what was going through her head. "Yeah. I remember." I said softly. "Did you mean it?" she asked. I shifted my body so that I was lying on my side facing her, supporting my head with my arm. She moved closer to me, and I cupped her face in my hand again. "I meant it." I said, "You can tell me anything." I expected her to smile or to look relieved, but instead she looked down and away from me. "What do you want to tell me?" I asked.. She met my eye again. She was so afraid to say it, whatever it was. "Jessica..." I prompted. "I love you." she blurted out. I was a little confused. This was like the hundredth time she'd told me. "I know." I said. "But do you?" she asked accusingly. "Do you know?" I wasn't sure what she was getting at until the memory hit me. Of course. The last time we'd been alone I'd lost my temper with her. I'd called her "clingy", so now she was keeping her distance by not cuddling with me like she usually did. I'd called her pathetic...maybe that was why she was resisting me earlier. And what seemed to matter to her most...I'd told her that she didn't love me, that she only loved my dick. She thought that I was still angry with her...or she didn't think that I believed her. She wanted to know that I knew how she felt. I smiled and moved closer to her ... pressing our bodies together and putting my arm around her. I leaned in to kiss her, but she pulled away from me. "Wait." she said, almost panicked, "I'm sorry, just wait a second, please. I just need to say this. I need to get this out." I was annoyed at being denied, but I tried not to show it. I started gently rubbing the nape of her neck, and pulled her closer. She'd been hit pretty hard earlier by the feelings of submission, and I could admit now that I cared too much for her to watch her break down like she'd done the night I lost my temper. If she needed to talk about this, then I was going to let her. "Tell me what you want to tell me." I said gently. Now she looked relieved. "Ok." she breathed. "Ok." She closed her eyes for a few seconds as if preparing herself, before meeting my gaze with resolve. "I just...I work really hard." she said. There was a beat of silence as I waited for her to continue. "I work really hard, at a lot of things." she said, "I'm on course to be the valedictorian, you know. And I'm not really that smart. I have to study so much. That's why I only come over here on Friday nights, every other day I have to study." I had no idea her grades were that good, but it actually wasn't that surprising given what I'd learned about her. I didn't believe for a second that her own intelligence didn't have something to do with it, though. I'd hung out with people who worked just as hard as she did and barely stayed above average. "And I work out. Rose and I ...