I tried to keep up the pace, but her pussy felt so good that I knew I wasn’t going to last. She was still letting out fevered wails as the pleasure racked her body. I thrust into her a few more times, then held myself in deep as I came. I held on to her ass as I grunted out my pleasure. My orgasm was intense and seemed go on and on, spurt after spurt of concentrated pleasure.
“Oh my God…Oh my God…” she whimpered over and over.
I finally slid my slimy cock out of her and rested back on my heels. Her bright red ass, with the pale indentations of my grip, perfectly framed her beautiful, flushed pussy. My cum slowly dripped from between her swollen lips, the flow spreading down her thighs, occasionally speeding up as the fading convulsions of her orgasm pushed it out, each one punctuated by a small whimper.
I was exhausted, but I needed to do one last thing before collapsing.
I got the little tub of cream and rewarded her for taking her punishment. She whimpered as the cool cream soothed her burning skin.
“Am I good, Sir?” she asked wiggling her hips.
Her voice sounded husky in a sexy sort of way, as if tired from all the screaming she’d been doing.
“Yes, sweetheart. You’re a good girl.” I said,smiling.
I loved how I could say such condescending things to her and actually mean it. In her submission, anything I said to her affected her so deeply. Even little things like that seemed to mean the world to her.
“Are…are you proud of me?” she whispered.
I smiled, remembering what I’d said the first time she’d been punished. I’d been surprised that I actually meant it, and found that I did again. She’d taken a lot of pain, and didn’t once try to stop me. It took a lot of strength to withstand something like that voluntarily.
“I’m very proud of you, Jessica.” I said.
She laughed a little, and sighed contentedly.
“You asked me to punish you when you made a mistake. You didn’t complain, or ask me to stop, even though I used the belt. You did very well, sweetheart.” I said.
“Thank you, Sir. And…thank you for punishing me.” she said meekly.
I lay down beside her, and her pulled over to me. She moved slowly, and I realised she hadn’t left that position since I started her punishment.
“Come here, sweetheart.” I said gently.
She curled up against me, wrapping her arms around my neck and relaxing her body.
“Thank you.” she said again, “I’m sorry for hurting you. I’m really sorry.”
“It’s Ok.” I said, stroking her hair, “It’s alright.”
She nodded and breathed deeply. She seemed nervous, and her body began to tense again.
“Are you Ok?” I asked.
“Yeah…I’m fine.” she said.
I pulled away from her, and she scurried backwards, distancing herself. I cocked my head at her. She didn’t look comfortable at all.
“I’m really sorry about…about biting your lip.” she said earnestly, “I just thought…that it would be sexy, or something. I don’t know. I’m sorry.”
She still looked embarrassed, and cringed at the memory.
“You already said that.” I said, smirking.
“I know, I just…I didn’t mean to hurt you. I’m sorry.” she said.
“You apologised.” I said firmly, “You took your punishment, and I forgive you. Don’t bring it up again.”
She bit her lip and nodded, but it was clear that she was still concerned about something. There was a feeling of distance between us that I didn’t like. The earlier feeling of closeness had soured somewhat, and it bothered me.
“What’s wrong with you?” I asked.
She shook her head, and I frowned.
“Tell me what’s wrong.” I said firmly.
She looked away nervously, and sighed.
“Do you remember what you said about me…telling you things?” she asked.
“Remind me.” I said, but I was pretty sure I knew what she meant.
“You said…that I never have to hide what I’m thinking or feeling from you.” she almost whispered.
Actually, all I’d said was that she “never have to hide what she wanted from me”. I’d meant it in a more casual way than it had some out, but she’d hugged me so tightly that I knew she’d taken it to heart.
Which 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 have been jogging together three or four times a week for about two years now. Plus I’m the Editor-In-Chief for the school newspaper, which is its own whole messy thing. I’ve had to pretty much recreate it all single-handedly, and no one else who helps out really gives a shit about it.”
She sighed and lay back, looking up at the ceiling. I pulled my arm away from her and got more comfortable. I could tell this was going to be quite a speech.
“Apart from coming here and occasionally going to a party or something, I just work, in some way or other. And that used to be fine. I could relax and hang out with Rose, and that was enough. But just before last Summer…it just got hard. It was like…it’s like…”
She trailed off, trying to get her thoughts in order.
“Like when I’m studying Math, I spend half the time worrying that I should be studying History instead. Or when I’m proof reading some articles for the paper, I feel like I should be studying for college. Even when I’m jogging,” she said, getting a little frantic, “Which is just an hour of my time, I feel like I should be doing something else! It wasn’t so bad at first, but it started to bleed over into my free time too. I can barely even enjoy just being with Rose because my stupid brain doesn’t let me!”
She turned to face me again and sighed, calming herself. It was hard for her to say all this, I could tell. It seemed like this was the first time she’d tried to talk to someone about this.
“I put a lot of pressure on myself…which is fine, it’s what I want…but I just always feel like I’m wasting my time. Like there’s always something more important that deserves my attention. It’s so fucking stressful. Just, constant worrying, constant stress, never being able to relax for a God damned second because of I’m always thinking about my other priorities.”
She reached out to me, resting her hand on my cheek. She rubbed her thumb back and forth, caressing me gently, like I’d just done to her.
“But when I’m with you…it’s different. Everything about what you do to me is so… powerful. And it hurts but…but it’s what I want. When you order me to do something, it’s like it’s the only thing in the world that matters. Even when I’m just kneeling in front of the door, waiting for you to look at me…it feels like that’s where I’m supposed to be. I don’t even have to think about what else I should be doing, because that’s where you want me to be. And when you hurt me… I know it’s because I… I deserve it…and I want it.”
She shook her head. I could her the emotion rising in her voice.
“I know it sounds like a small thing…but being with you just feels right. I don’t have to worry about my life, or school, or whether my friends think I’m a bitch, or my fucking parents or… anything else. I can just turn my brain off and just…give myself to you. It’s the only time that I can just… just… be… without… without anything else…”
She trailed off again, biting her lip as her eyes welled up slightly. She shook her head again and leaned towards me, putting her mouth in front of mine but getting no closer. Her way of silently begging for a kiss.
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