Revenge – Part 5D – The Red Mist Decends

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

She began to sigh and laugh when I first touched her, and soon I could see her visibly relax.

“How do your arms feel?” I asked, putting the lid back on the tub.

I lay down beside her, and she rolled over onto me, clumsily trying to hug me around my neck.

“Numb.” she said simply, and giggled. “Tingly.”

I’d read enough about bondage to know that, while numbness is usually a warning sign to be more careful, it can take hours in a position for real damage to occur, unless it’s a particularly strenuous one. Still, I made a note to try out a different position next time.

“That’s normal.” I said, “Don’t worry about it.”

“It’s ok.” she said quickly, looking up into my eyes, “I trust you.”

I stroked her hair gently, and she rested her head on my chest again. She hadn’t stopped smiling since I untied her. As the feeling returned to her arms she gripped me tighter, and sighed again. She didn’t relax like she normally did. I could still feel the tension in her body.

“Jessica -” I said, stroking her hair.

“Not yet.” she interrupted.

I was going to ask if there was something bothering her, but it looked like she was about to tell me herself.

“Don’t make me leave yet, please.” she said, “Just let me stay here, just for a while.”

“Jessica…” I said again, uncertainly.

“Please. Please don’t send me away yet. Please just…hold me.” she begged.

She held me tighter, and I could hear the need in her voice.

I sighed. She was serious about this. Well, would it be the worst thing in the world if we just lay together for a while?

“Ok.” I said gently, “It’s Ok. You can stay for a while.”

“Thank you.” she murmured quickly.

She tilted her head and kissed my neck a few times with light pecks.

This was when she was at her most honest, I thought. After I’d stripped away everything else, her will, her dignity, everything that she presented to the rest of the world; after she’d submitted to me entirely, and lost herself in it. She was left so raw, and so vulnerable. The way she clung to me, still shaking, just begging for this warmth, no trace of shame at displaying such a desperate desire. It was like the extreme embodiment of “cuddling afterwards”. It was her consuming need to just feel some sort of contact, physical and emotional .My chest swelled with a new kind of understanding of her.

“Thank you.” she said again.

I held her tighter, and kissed her head. Then I felt her relax. Her whole body lost tension, and within a minute I could feel her breathing growing deeper and slower. After a few minutes more, she was asleep in my arms.
I sighed again. I slowly reached out to the digital clock on my bedside table. I set my alarm for an hour and a half away, because I remembered reading that ninety minutes is the best length of time for a long nap. I ran my fingers idly through her hair a few more times before I closed my eyes.

But I couldn’t sleep. I kept opening my eyes to look down at her, and kept focusing on the pressure of her body on mine. There was something excitingly intimate about her actually sleeping with me. I rolled my eyes when I thought this, wondering again how things could be so backwards. Wasn’t the intimacy supposed to come first in a relationship, and not after the sex?

She shifted her in her sleep every now again to stay comfortable, but she always seemed to perfectly fit with me, our legs intertwining, or her weight being pushed perfectly on my hips. I was so comfortable, but maybe I didn’t want to sleep. I liked holding her like this. I liked the gentle sighs she sometimes made that caught her voice and ended in a soft moan. I ended up just lying there, barely a thought in my head, until I noticed the alarm was about to go. Had it really been that long?

I reached over and turned the alarm off before it rang.

“Jessica.” I said gently.

She didn’t react.

“Jessica.” I said louder, stroking her head.

I felt her begin the slow climb to consciousness, her body tensing and twitching as she regained control. She suddenly looked up at me. She sat up quickly and rubbed her eyes.

“Did I fall asleep?” she asked.

I smiled at the obvious question.

“Yeah. You were out for more than an hour.” I said.

“Sorry.” she said sheepishly. “I just wanted to stay…I didn’t-”

“It’s Ok.” I said, interrupting her.

She nodded, unsure of herself.

“Thank you for letting me stay.” she said softly.

She seemed so vulnerable. I didn’t know how to treat her when she was like this. I wanted to hold her, to feel her warmth against me. I also kind of wanted to see her cry again.

She was waiting for something. Waiting for me to tell her to leave, or just to tell her to do something.

“Come here.” I said.

She smiled and leaned forward again, sliding between my arms and resting her head on my shoulder.

“I really liked having lunch with you.” she whispered.

Again with this.

“It was just lunch with your friends.” I said.

“I know, but…I like seeing you.” she said. She laughed gently, “I like being with you.”

I didn’t say anything.

“And I’m sorry about Mike yesterday. He’s such an asshole, I can’t believe he hasn’t given up on me.” she laughed, and it sounded worlds different from a few seconds ago. Suddenly it was cruel, and mocking. “He probably doesn’t want to try and beg any other virgins to play with his little clit.”

I felt myself tense at the mention of him. I got the feeling something was going to happen with him, and I didn’t know what. It made me nervous, so like always, I pushed the thought away and ignored it.

She slid her hand up into my hair, and started gently twisting it around her fingers.

“I talked to Becky about you.” I said.

“Yeah?” she said, continuing her gentle caresses.

“She said a lot of the time, you’re just a bitch.”

She laughed again, and again it sounded different. Cold, and bitter.

“Yeah, well that’s about right.” she said, sighing.

She dropped her arm down and wrapped it around me again, clinging tightly around my neck.

“Can you believe what Rose said?” she asked.

That was weird. Her voice sounded tense, like she was forcing herself to sound casual.

“Like, why would you even want to go out with her?” she asked, nervous humour in her voice.

She was jealous. I didn’t know how she thought I wouldn’t pick up on it, she was being so obvious. She thought there was a chance I might want to go out with Becky, and she was jealous.

“I don’t know…” I said thoughtfully, “Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad.”

Her body instantly tensed.

“What?” she asked, terrified.

I smiled.

“I was just thinking, you know, it might be nice to have an actual girlfriend.” I said.

Jessica suddenly pulled away from me, staring desperately into my eyes.

“But you have me.” she said.

“Yeah, but you’re not my girlfriend.” I said, gently stroking her face.

She looked away for a second, as if disgusted, before meeting my eye again. She seemed both furious, and terrified.

“You don’t need her. You have me.” she repeated.

I cocked my head, as if confused.

“Does it bother you? Thinking I might go on a date with Becky? I mean, she’s pretty, right?” I asked.

Her breath was getting heavy, and I could see it all rising to the surface. The fear, the tension, the strange sense of betrayal. I didn’t even really know why I was doing this, I just wanted to see her reaction.

“You don’t need her.” she said again. She was close to tears.

She suddenly leapt forward and kissed me, trying to push her tongue into my mouth. I grabbed her hair and pulled her back, but she wrapped her hands around my head and pulled me with her, locking us together. Her tongue pushed passed my lips, and she kissed me deeply.

I grabbed her shoulders and pushed her roughly away.

“Stop, Jessica!” I ordered.

She roughly pushed my arms away and violently kissed me again.

Anger suddenly boiled up in me. She didn’t treat me like this.

I pushed her off, struggling with her as she tried to find my lips again. I rolled her over onto her back and pinned her down.

“What the fuck are you doing?” I asked angrily.

“You don’t…you have me, you don’t need her.” she repeated desperately.

“Shut up.” I growled.

“You don’t-”

I clamped my hand roughly over her mouth and she moaned into it. Tears started rolling down her cheeks, and she struggled against me. I grabbed her hair and pulled it hard, harder than I ever had.

“Listen to me slut. I don’t need her, but certainly don’t fucking need you either. I told you before this even started that you weren’t my girlfriend, and I that I didn’t give a shit about Mike, or whoever else.” I growled at her.

She started to moan again, trying to answer me. I kept my weight on her, and didn’t let her move.

“It’s none of your fucking business who I want to date, or fuck, or do anything with, do you understand me?” I asked.

The pain in her eyes was intense.

I moved my hand to let her speak, and she immediately jumped up. I couldn’t pin her with only one arm and she got free, clinging tight to me and pulling me into another kiss.

I wrapped my hand around her throat and pushed her down again, slamming her into the bed.

“Jessica, stop!”

“I love you.” she moaned, “I love, you don’t need her, please, I love you…” she cried.

I knew I should have expected something like this, but the extent to which she resisted me had made me mindlessly angry. Rage pulsed through my blood like it had a thousand times before, but this time I couldn’t stop it. I grabbed her shoulders and span her around, forcing her face down into the bed. I dragged her legs up, and she automatically moved into the position, tucking them under her and thrusting her ass in the air.

“I’m sorry! Please…” she gasped.

I spanked her hard, over and over, relishing in the burning pain. She squealed and started sobbing openly. I didn’t even try to keep track of how many times I hit her, but I must have kept it up for more than a minute without pause, raining blows fast and hard down on her soft flesh.

I gritted my teeth, and finally managed to pull myself back, wrestling my anger away.

“I love you…” she sobbed.

She’d never cried like this before, never this hard.

“Shut up.” I said, my voice shaking.