Revenge – Part 5E – The Red Mist Decends

Porn stories: Revenge – Part 5E – The Red Mist Decends

“Jessica…sweetheart…” I said gently, “Our relationship…how I feel…it’s simple.”

Her eyes widened when I called her “sweetheart”. I wasn’t really sure why I’d done it, it had just kind of slipped out naturally. It was what my parents called each other. It felt weirdly old-fashioned, but intimate. But I wasn’t really focusing on that. I knew exactly what to say to her. For the first time in a while, I knew exactly how I felt about Jessica.

“Jessica, I…”

I paused. Anticipation was written in every detail of her face.

“I own you.” I said.

She let out a tiny gasp, and her face fell in confusion.

“You…” she said, her voice shaking.

“I own you.” I repeated. “I have all this…control over you, and I didn’t even have to take it from you. You gave yourself to me.”

Her expression didn’t change. She didn’t react at all.

“I mean, week after week, coming to my room, begging me to pleasure you, hell, begging to pleasure me. You gave me control of your body. And now you’re mine. You belong to me, Jessica.”

I took a half-step towards her and curled my arm around her back, my other hand still holding her face. She leaned in to my body instinctively.

“Have I ever had to force you?” I asked, “Have I ever done anything to you that you didn’t ask me to do?”

Immediately last night came to my mind. She hadn’t asked for that. But I pushed on.

“Didn’t you tell me that you liked being hurt by me?” I asked, smiling.

I leaned in and kissed her lightly on the cheek. I could taste the salt of her tears on my lips.

“Didn’t you tell me…” I almost whispered, “That you wanted to be mine?”

Her whole body shivered. I pulled back and swept my hand up through her hair.

“Didn’t you?” I asked again.

I couldn’t read her face. It was like she was in a state of shock.

“Answer me…Jessica.” I prompted gently, “What was it that you said to me the first time we fucked? When you begged me to come to your bedroom? When you deep-throated my cock, and begged me to fuck you?”

I dropped my arm and let it join the other one behind her back. I pulled her into a tight hug.

“What did you say to me?” I whispered into hear.

I felt her arms slowly rise to cross behind my back as she returned my hug.

“I…I said…” she whispered.

She suddenly seemed to shake herself. She cleared her throat and pulled away from me. I dropped my arms to my sides as she took a step back.

“I said…I wanted to be…to be yours.” she admitted, “But I didn’t mean it like that…I meant…”

“You meant what?” I asked, my voice becoming firm, “You wanted to be my girlfriend? Is that it? I told you that’s not what you were to me.”

“I know…” she said. “I thought…I don’t know…I just wanted to be your…your…” she trailed off, unable to find the word.

“My what, Jessica? My lover?” I asked mockingly.

“Your slut!” she shouted, “I wanted to be your slut!”

“And what does that mean?” I asked quickly, “What does that mean, Jessica? I didn’t force you to say it. I didn’t force you to say or do anything. You wanted to belong to me. You wanted to be mine!”

I took a step backwards and closed my eyes, taking a deep breath. I couldn’t lose my temper. Not again. I felt like I was on the side of a cliff.

I opened my eyes to find her staring at me. She didn’t react at first. Had I pushed too far? Had I scared her off?

She slowly bit her lip. The fear and tension seemed to be leaving her body.

“Right, Jessica?” I said slowly. “Isn’t that right?”

The corner of her mouth twitched up into the smallest of smiles, and she nodded.

Relief crashed through me like a flood, and I let out a long sigh. I stepped towards her again, wrapping my arm behind her back.

“Say it, Jessica.” I said, brushing her hair from her eyes.

Her smile grew.

“I…I wanted…I want to be yours.” she said, her quiet voice charged with excitement.

“I own you.” I said.

She nodded again and let out a small giggle.

“You own me.” she repeated.

I sighed with pleasure and felt my cock growing harder.

“I don’t believe you Jessica…” I said, “Make me believe you.”

“You…you own me.” she said, her voice shaking.

I reached behind her and gently put my hand on her ass. Her body jumped against mine at just a touch.

“I love you,” she sighed, “I’m yours.”

I gently squeezed her ass and she let out a gasp of pain.

“I own every inch of this body.” I said, revelling in the power, “You’re mine.”

“I’m yours!” she said desperately, “I’m…I’m yours…”

“You like it when I hurt you, don’t you?” I asked.

She nodded, biting down on her lip hard.

“I like…I like it…” she gasped as I slightly increased my grip.

I couldn’t get enough of hearing that.

“I came so hard last night, when you fucked me.” she admitted, her eyes narrowing in pain, “It felt so…good to just be tied up and…and used like that.”

I suddenly clenched my fingers hard, gripping so tight it would hurt even if she wasn’t already in pain. She gasped again and let out a low moan, as her knees dropped and she had to tighten her grip on me for support.

“Ahhh…ahhh! I love you…I’m yours!” she gasped.

I released my grip on her.

“I know, sweetheart.” I said, the word slipping out easily.

I kissed her gently on the forehead, and she leaned into me.
“Good girl.” I said.

I pulled away from her and took a step back. Her eyes were still red, and she looked exhausted, but she seemed so much happier than before. So at ease, and relaxed. I was ecstatic. All this confusion, all the wondering about her feelings, and about mine, it wasn’t important. She wanted to belong to me. That was all that mattered.

I walked past her, taking her by the hand and leading her upstairs. She followed along silently, but I could tell from her uneven footsteps that she was limping slightly. When we got to my room, I got out her little jar of cream and sat down on the bed. She was still at the door waiting for a command, just like always.

I sat facing her.

“Strip.” I said.

She smiled, and slowly pulled the old, loose sweater up over her head, revealing that she wasn’t wearing anything underneath it. She stared unashamed into my eyes as she hooked her thumbs into the waist of her pants and slid them down. Her pink panties were clearly damp around the crotch, but I only glanced at them before meeting her eye again. She pulled them down without hesitation. I took a second to yet again admire her fantastic body. It felt so familiar to me now, but at the same time still so new and exciting. She was so beautiful, so sexy.

“Turn around.” I said.

Her gaze finally broke as she glanced down shyly, but did as I asked.

I had to suppress a gasp when she revealed her ass to me. It was still bright pink, and there were several dark red bruises striping along it, and a few lower, along her thighs. I glanced to the side to see the belt still lying on the floor where I’d thrown it. I couldn’t believe I’d hurt her this much. As guilty as I felt, I had to sit back and adjust how I was positioned. My slowly stiffening cock had become rock hard as soon as I saw her tainted skin.

“Come…come here, Jessica.” I said, my voice catching slightly.

She turned and took a few steps until she was standing in front of me. I took her by the hand and led her to my side. I pulled on her arm again, and she understood what I wanted, her eyebrows jumping in surprise and a shy smile playing across her lips.

She leaned over, and I supported her with my arms until she was lying over my knees. It felt good to hold her like this, supporting her full weight, the heat of her body. Up close her ass looked even worse, even more painful. I gently ran a finger along one of the deeper bruises, and she gasped.

I dipped my fingers onto the cream and touched them to the bruise. Her whole body jumped and she let out a breathy giggle.

“Jessica…I want you to know something.” I said as I continued applying the cream.

“Yeah?” she sighed happily.

“I’m sorry.” I said.

“Wh…what?” she said. I could feel her body tense on top of me, “For what?”

She sounded panicked, as if expecting bad news. I laughed, despite myself. For what?

“For doing this.” I explained, “For hurting you like this.”

“But…” she said quickly, “You were punishing me…I…didn’t I deserve it?” she asked, her voice getting softer.

I sighed.

“Not…not…”

I struggled to find the words.

“I lost my temper with you.” I said, “I shouldn’t have hurt you this much. Not just for what you did. I’m sorry for that.”

I finished putting the cream on and pulled her gently by the shoulder, guiding her to stand. She looked a little confused, but her expression was so full of love, and admiration. I took her hand, and felt her squeeze mine gently. I leaned down and kissed her softly on her thumb.

“Do you forgive me?” I asked, looking up at her.

She smiled widely and a tear began to roll down her cheek. She laughed and nodded quickly, as she wiped the tears away. I’d never actually seen tears of joy before.

I pulled her towards me, and she was soon sitting on my lap, her legs pushed across to the side. It felt incredible to be fully clothed and holding a beautiful, naked woman in my arms. She wrapped her arms behind my neck and stared into my eyes with a new intensity, as if she was trying to see into my mind.

“I liked it though.” she said softly, “I really…I mean it hurt, so much, but I…I still liked it. I liked being… whipped like that. That’s really fucked up, isn’t it?” she laughed nervously.

After a few seconds, she sighed, and rested her head against my shoulder. I felt her relax in my arms, and for a while we were both silent.

“Maybe it is.” I said slowly, “But let me ask you something…why do you think I do this stuff to you? Why do you think I hurt you?”

She thought on it for a few seconds.

“Because…because I like it?” she asked quietly.

I dug my fingers under her ass and grabbed hard, digging into her bruised skin. She sighed with pain and squirmed against me.

“I do it…because I like it.” I hissed.

She let out a delicious little giggle, which ended in a pain filled moan. I released my grip, and wrapped my arms around her again. I telling her that we were as fucked up as each other.