Revenge – Part 1.5: The Seeds are Planted

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“Rose…I know how me and Jessica fight has always been a problem for you, and I’m sorry for that. But yeah, I think if she’s willing to…to keep a civil tongue, maybe we can start to hang out again, the three of us.” I said.

I didn’t really think I had anything to do with the aggression Jessica felt towards me, but I was willing to admit some of the responsibility if it meant things would finally settle down. At least, settle down as far as Rose knew.

Rose hugged me, and we spent the rest of the day just catching up. It was pretty great.

Later that night, I thought some more about Jessica.

I really didn’t know why she was being so civil. If anything I thought she might be even more aggressive, considering how mad she’d been last night.

I didn’t know if it was fear that I’d tell Rose about the whole thing, or if she was just too obsessed with my cock to want to make things worse. Or if deep down, on some level, she liked how I’d treated her, just a little.

I sincerely hoped it was the last one. What I’d done, pushing her away, even hurting her a little, it had felt good. Really good. Over that week, the build up to the next Friday night, I imagined, again and again, grabbing her, holding her down, forcing my cock deep inside her. I imagined her begging me to fuck her, pleading for me to cum inside her.

I didn’t jack off though. I remembered my earlier promise to myself. My next load would go on her face.

I didn’t know how likely any of my plans really were, but it had become an obsession. Any free time I wasn’t hanging out with Rose, I spent online, reading about submission and dominance. I wanted to do this right.

She came over again on Friday night and the three of us spent time together, like before. Again, Jessica and I didn’t talk much, but the mood was still pretty relaxed.

Rose went to the bathroom, leaving us alone only once, and I took my chance.

“You’re very quiet tonight.” I said.

She didn’t say anything.

“You know, you left those pretty little panties in my room last week.”

“Shut up!” she hissed, looking panicked.

“Oh, you don’t want them back?” I said.

“Just shut the fuck up, you freak!”

Oh, a little bit of defiance. I liked that.

“Now that’s not very nice.” I said, “And here I was hoping we could take this opportunity to…repair our relationship. You’re such a big part of Rose’s life, it’s really a shame we’re not closer.” I said.

She looked me in the eye.

“Fuck you. Who the fuck do you think you are?” she hissed.

I felt the rage build up inside me a little, but I repressed it. I wanted to seem neutral, like none of this was a big deal.

I laughed.

“There’s no need to be so hostile, Jessica. I’ll tell you what, I’ll head up to my room soon, and let you two spend a bit of time on your own.”

I leaned in closer.

“But tonight my door is open, if you want to come get your panties. Seriously, feel free to drop by.” I said.

Rose came back just as Jessica was about to reply, so she didn’t say anything.

I spent another few minutes with them, then made my excuses to Rose and headed up to my room.

I was so excited. It was 1 AM and I’d been almost pacing the floor in anticipation. I wanted so badly to hear what they were talking about, if the topic of size came up again. I wanted to hear Jessica admit how badly she wanted a big cock. My big cock.

But I’d get all that tonight, I hoped.

I was trying to relax a little by reading when I heard her approach.

She knocked softly.

“Come in.” I said.

This time she was wearing pyjamas, pink with little black flowers.

Cute.

I put my book down and sat up in bed. I’d gone back to my usual sleeping clothes, a black t-shirt and sweatpants.

She stood for a while, just looking at me.

She seemed even more nervous than last time, maybe because now she knew what was coming.

“Yes?” I said.

“Uh…” she started, “You said I could come over.”

“Yes, I did.”

I paused.

“But what do you want?” I asked.

“I… You know what I want.” she said.

She seemed annoyed, but she was trying to stay casual.

“Do I?” I asked in mock confusion, “Remind me.”

She glared at me, furious. She knew what I was doing. She knew I wanted her to say it. Her jaw clenched. I could almost see the decisions going back and forth in her mind.

“I want to see your penis.” she said, slowly and clearly.

I leaned back a little, smirking. She hadn’t even opted for the “just came to get my panties” excuse, she was committed to this now.

“Well, you know the rules.” I said, gesturing to her body.

She sighed, but this time didn’t hesitate.

She slipped out of her pyjamas quickly and quietly, revealing a lacy black bra, and matching panties.

“Oh, those are cute,” I said, gesturing, “Did you get all dressed up for me?”

“Fuck you.” she said, folding her arms across her stomach.

I sighed.

“Always so hostile. You know if you keep up this attitude, I don’t think I’ll want to do this any more.” I said.

She didn’t say anything, but I could feel her apprehension.

“Well?” she said.

I smiled, and pulled back the covers. I didn’t reveal as much as her, instead just slipping my pants down a little, showing my underwear. I grabbed my bulge through the fabric of my boxers, and squeezed it a little.

She was once again completely transfixed.

Without speaking, she quickly threw off her bra and panties and walked up to the bed, kneeling beside it in the same position as last time. I could see from here that her discarded panties had that same damp patch on the crotch.

I took a moment to appreciate her big tits as she knelt there. I always preferred bigger ones in porn, and hers were so beautiful, so perfectly shaped. Her breathing was getting heavier again, and I liked watching her boobs rise and fall, jiggling slightly each time she exhaled.

“Take it out.” she said, still staring.

“What?” I said.

She looked at me.

“Take it out!”

“Hmmm…” I said.

“What? What’s wrong?” she asked.

Her voice had a note of desperation to it.

“Ask nicely.” I said.

Just like that, she was back to angry.

“Oh, fuck you! Just pull the fucking thing out!” she hissed.

Just like always, her tone and expression almost scared me, filling me with doubt and apprehension. I repressed these emotions, instead thinking of the anger I felt towards her.

I sighed, and shook my head.

“We won’t get anywhere unless you learn some manners.” I said.

Her jaw clenched and she narrowed her eyes. Just like last time, she seemed to resign herself to the task. It had to be done, so she just had to do it.

She dropped her eyes.

“Please.” she muttered.

“What?”

“Please, OK? Please get your penis out!” she said, angrily.

I grabbed her roughly by the jaw and forced her to look at me.

“You can do better than that.” I said.

Rage spread across her face, only to disappear in a flash.

She suddenly looked sad, and desperate. She seemed to realise that I wasn’t just delaying things to irritate her. I really wanted her to beg.

“Please.” she moaned, voice shot through with desperation. “Please…”

“Please what?” I asked, digging my fingers in a little bit harder.

“Please let me see it,” she said quickly, “Let me see your…your…”

It occurred to me that I’d only ever heard her say “penis”.

“My cock, Jessica. Say it.”

“Let me see your cock, please!” she moaned.

I released my tight grip on her face. She pulled back and rubbed her jaw, but didn’t say anything.

Sighing, I reached down and pulled out my cock.

She smiled with delight and leaned close to it. It was even bigger than she’d seen it last time. I was fighting to not get fully erect just yet, but making her actually beg for it was turning me on so much.

She was staring at it, and biting her lip hard. She started bobbing up and down slightly, and making little whimpers. I was mesmerised by her beautiful breasts jiggling and bouncing, when she let out a loud moan, and I realised that her hands were in front of her pussy. She was rubbing herself behind the bed. She was masturbating to the image of my cock.

I suddenly grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled it hard. She screamed out in pain. I pulled her face close to mine, leading her by the tight grip I had, and whispered in her ear,

“You do not fucking touch yourself until I say you do. Do you understand me?”

“Let go…get off me you bastard!” she whined.

I pulled again, hard, and she stopped struggling.

“I asked you a question, bitch. Do you understand?” I repeated.

“Fuck you! Get the fuck…ahh! Stop!”
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