1. Revenge pt 2 - The plot thickens.


    Date: 5/7/2016, Categories: Fiction, BDSM, Domination/submission, Male Domination, Romance, Slavery, Teen Male/Teen Female, Virginity, Author: masterKDean2014, Rating: 94, Source: sexstories.com

    her mocking, of her public humiliation. Just like always a few hot waves of rage pulsed up in me, but I let them go, calming myself. The anger, the hatred, the repulsion I'd always felt for her was still there, though it felt lessened slightly. I thought about her grinding her pussy against my cock, begging for an orgasm. I thought about her delight in pleasing me, her face lighting up as I complimented her. I thought about her stunning resolve to deep throat my cock, surprising me by succeeding so quickly. My dick started to stiffen a little at the memories. Not much, just a little twitch to remind me that she stilled turned me on. I thought of the few times we'd spoken recently, about how pleasant it had been just to hold a casual conversation with her. I thought about how good it felt just to be stroking her soft hair, and holding her naked body against mine. I felt the warmth of emotion that I honestly thought I'd never feel for her, a sweet affection that made me want to just hold her close to me. I couldn't understand it. The emotions I felt, such strong, deep seated hatred, and the new, bright joy and admiration, all mixed up with the lust I felt for her. Such completely opposed, conflicting feelings, but I felt them all for the same person, at the same time. Without saying anything, I slowly pushed her off me. I got off the bed, and she curled up under the covers. I noticed that my cock was still a little wet with our combined juices, and her blood. I picked her ...
    panties up from the floor and used them to clean my cock. When I was finished I tossed them carelessly towards her. They landed on her thigh, but she didn't seem to notice. I got dressed and left without either of us saying another word. == I didn't see her for a while, after that. She took the next day off from school, and didn't come to stay over. When I asked Rose about it, she said that Jessica had been sick after all, and she couldn't get out of bed. I thought that part might actually be true, she could have been in so much pain that she couldn't walk. I smiled at that image. She didn't come over on Saturday, either. Instead Rose visited her, hoping to cheer her up, or make her feel better. She suggested I join her, since Jessica and I were becoming closer recently, but I declined. As the week went on, I didn't see her again, even at school. I didn't look for her, exactly, but it felt so rare not to see her at all these days. I didn't ask Rose any more about her, either. I almost did a few times, but something in me hesitated. I was still conflicted about my feelings for her. I thought about her constantly, remembering both why I hated her, and why I was starting to like her, all while trying not to picture her when I felt like jacking off. It was the strangest sensation. I'd had crushes before, what I thought was love at the time. Girls I watched from afar but never had he courage to approach, like many guys. I felt those same stupid feelings again, for Jessica. I thought ...