His gaze grew passionate.
“I’m fucked up. I know that, and at this point, I’ve come to accept it. I also did some fucked-up things. When I confiscated your phone, I checked your messages. When we went to Old Mike’s place, I told him beforehand to humiliate you. I planted the packs of cigarettes to get you interested in smoking, and eventually addicted. I want to control you and make you into something you are not. I’m… sorry.”
I didn’t push him away. Did I feel repulsed, indignant, or disgusted?
…No.
Looking at his heartbroken expression, I hugged him and gently kissed his lips.
“I kinda guessed it. Who in their right mind would leave behind a makeup box that’s unopened and worth hundreds of dollars? 4 new packs of cigarettes? Also, get pierced for an experiment? Hehe, you’re supposed to be doing a PhD, but I don’t see that IQ.”
He blushed, a rare sight. I sniggered.
“The phone gig was so obvious; if I weren’t okay with it, I’d never have let you take it. And right when my mom called? Come on. You just want to make sure my mom doesn’t change my mind about accommodating your fetishes. Well, I will admit I found it hot, so I didn’t mind. The only real surprise is that you actually told Old Mike to be an asshole, that’s… an asshole thing to do.”
We looked at each other for a moment, then laughed. I didn’t blame Daniel for what he did; in fact, I was grateful. When I discovered my subservient side at Old Mike’s place, I’d already determined that my place was at Daniel’s feet. And if he hadn’t manipulated me, we wouldn’t be here together.
Besides, considering my revenge plan against Stephanie, and how I would soon steal her boyfriend away and make him my foot slave, I might be just as fucked up in the head as this man.
“As for the thing about making me your ideal woman and owning me, well, I guess I don’t mind being changed to fit your tastes, and maybe I happen to like you owning me.”
He kissed me and roughly shoved his tongue down my throat, which made me squirm and shiver. We made out like animals on the beach, only pausing to catch our breaths. He mauled my breasts and sucked my nails and fingers, I grabbed his back and bit his neck. We kept at it until we both couldn’t take it anymore and stripped down, laying our bodies bare.
He stood behind me and whispered.
“Is it your first time?”
I hesitated for a second, then whispered back.
“I broke my hymen doing sports before, but it’s my first time.”
“You didn’t ask me to be gentle.”
I smiled.
“Yes, because I don’t think you’d agree even if I asked. Will you be gent- Ah!”
He suddenly slapped my ass, and I yelped as I bent my back, allowing him easy access to my soaking cunt.
“Of course not, you stupid bimbo.”
And with that, he penetrated me in one stroke.
“Ah fuck, oh fuck!”
I screamed, the strange mixture of pain and pleasure befuddling my senses. I had a feeling Daniel wasn’t likely to go easy on me for our first time, but I didn’t expect him to be this aggressive.
He’s the perfect man for me.
I loved the pain, hearing him tell me I’m a stupid bimbo during our first time together made me moan in agreement.
“Stupid little bitch!”
He rammed into me from behind at a frantic pace, bottoming out every time and choking me with his free hand.
“Yes! AH, I’m a slut; you made me into your stupid, UGH, submissive slut! You fucking manipulator, oh fuck fuck FUCK!”
He put a finger inside my butthole, and I had an orgasm right there. But it was only the first of many. This man, this beast of a man, kept ravaging my body, only pausing to check on me occasionally.
But that little care made my heart melt, and alongside the insane pain and pleasure my body was experiencing, I had the best first time I could’ve asked for.
Of course, had this been a couple of months ago, I would’ve never thought this way.
Two creampies and four orgasms later, we collapsed in the sand, tired and satisfied.
We then spent hours lying on the sand and confessing secrets to each other. How he’d been stalking me and forced me to live with him by making the faculty know about the safety issue in my dorm. I’d guessed part of it. How I’d stolen some money from his secret stash to buy make-up and expensive clothes. He’d known about it. How I wanted to make Ken and Steph into my sex slaves, how he wanted to watch me corrupt Steph. I wanted to try dominating him, and he wanted me to tattoo his name on my body.
We only noticed the passage of time when the sun rose on the horizon and dyed the world orange.
“It’s beautiful.” I gasped.
“Khmm, very cliché, but-”
“Don’t you dare say it!” I laughed and playfully punched him.
“No, I must! It’s… not as beautiful as you.” He tried to sound serious, but his smirk was showing.
“Ugh, sooo cheesy.” I pushed him, and we tumbled in the sand.
It goes without saying that I didn’t go to class that day and had to catch some much-needed shut eye.
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