Revenge pt 2 – The plot thickens._(1)

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The next day, the two of us hung out with Rose again. Things were even better, it seemed. Jessica spoke to me more, and she kept meeting my eyes, and smiling a lot. It was amazing how much she’d changed, literally overnight.

I was really getting to know another side of her. She was surprisingly intelligent, making references that caught me off guard, and comments that made me genuinely laugh. It seemed that she was still witty, even when she wasn’t being aggressive. It was so strange to see her as a real, full person and not just a complete bitch. Talking to her like this, I really felt that we could almost have a normal relationship.

That is, of course, if I didn’t still hate her fucking guts.

I left them alone for a little while, and Jessica went home just before dinner, as usual. After dinner, Rose and I talked about her.

“Jessica seemed to be in a good mood today.” I said innocently.

“Yeah, right? She’s been pretty quiet lately. I thought it was because she still wasn’t used to being around you, but apparently it was about her boyfriend.” said Rose.

“Really?”

“Yeah, he…well, let’s just say they weren’t really…compatible. She wasn’t sure whether or not to stay with him, but she told me this morning that she’s decided to leave him. She seems a lot happier, now that she’s made the decision.”

I wasn’t surprised to hear this, but I was delighted. We hadn’t even had sex and she had already chosen me over him. The best part was, I didn’t even have to tell her to.

==

The next Friday, the casual conversation with Jessica continued when Rose was around. She seemed completely comfortable in my presence now, laughing and joking with me like she did with Rose.

Once again I left them alone, heading to bed first. I wanted to give Jessica a chance to get Rose completely to sleep before visiting me.

I heard her footsteps approaching my room a little after midnight.

She didn’t knock this time, she just walked in and closed the door behind her. It doesn’t matter what she was wearing, because before either of us said a word she began to undress. Within 30 seconds, she was once again naked at the side of my bed.

“Good evening, Jessica.” I said, without looking up from my laptop.

“Evening.” she said.

I turned to her.

“Can I help you with something?” I said.

She smiled and rolled her eyes a little.

“Yeah, I want to see your cock.”

I raised an eyebrow.

“Sorry, I mean, pleeease let me see your cock?” she said, smirking.

She lifted her chest up a little, thrusting out her big tits.

I didn’t like this. Before, she’d been genuinely pleading. Now she was just going along with what I wanted. She probably thought we would fuck tonight. She had seriously misread this relationship, it seemed.

“No, get out.” I said.

I turned back to my laptop.

“Aww, don’t be like that.” she said, “I promise you won’t regret it. I’ve…been practising, like you asked.”

I didn’t ask her to practice, I told her. This was becoming irritating.

“Jessica, get the fuck out of my bedroom.” I said.

She seemed a little worried now.

“Ok, I’m sorry, I’ll do it properly…I really want to…to suck it and…” she said.

I was getting pissed off with her now.

Without turning, I slowly reached out and grabbed a handful of her hair.

“Wait, no, I’m sorry, I AH-“

I yanked her head towards mine, putting her ear right in front of my mouth. Her hands were wrapped around my wrist, and she was still struggling.
“I’m not going to say it again, slut. Get. Out.” I hissed into her ear.

I released her head and she stood up quickly, gathering her clothes. I didn’t look at her, but I heard her sob once before she left.

She had to learn that she couldn’t just come over here and flutter her eyelashes every time she wanted to fool around. I was in control here. I decided what we did and didn’t do. And if she disobeyed me, she would be punished.

I only hoped I’d made the right move.

==

Next week, I found out that I had.

Things had gone back a step between us in everyday life, the relaxed chatting replaced with the former icy silence. But she still didn’t dare insult me any more. And Rose didn’t really notice any difference. My sister was great, but she could be a little socially dense at times, completely missing out on the clear tension between me and Jessica.

That night she knocked on the door at around midnight.

“Yes?” I said.

She opened slowly and walked in, closing the door gently behind her. She was wearing a thin night gown. It wasn’t anything too erotic, but I could tell from the thin weave that she wasn’t wearing any underwear. I doubted she would have dressed like that to share a bed with my sister.

She stood at the door, her arms straight down at her sides, staring at the floor.

“What?” I said.

“Look…” she said. “Are we going to…do something tonight, or not? I’m getting kind of anxious, if you know what I mean.”

I sighed.

“No Jessica, what do you mean?”

She looked up.

“I mean…” she said, “I haven’t…cum, since the last time we…you know…”

“Well, you went your whole life without an orgasm up until two weeks ago, why the sudden hurry for another?” I asked.

She looked away. She laced her fingers in front of her, fidgeting and nervous.

“It’s…it feels different now. It’s like my body has…woken up, or something.” she said.

I didn’t say anything.

“I just…I never really got horny that much before, but now…I get wet, sometimes, when I’m alone…And you told me not to…to touch myself…” she trailed off.

I was a little surprised she’d remembered to obey that rule even when I wasn’t around.

“I dumped my boyfriend.” she said, “I know you don’t care, but I didn’t want to be with him any more.”

She looked away again, nervously.

“And…you told me to practice, I’ve been practising.” she said.

Told, not asked. Better.

“Practising what?” I asked.

“Giving head. I’m getting pretty good, I think.”

“Oh, and who have you been practising with, if not your ex?” I asked.

“No, no one else. I’ve been using…other stuff.” she said.

I really wasn’t sure about this. She obviously wanted to do something, and she was a lot more submissive than last week, but she wasn’t quite desperate enough to beg. I was pretty sure I’d have to leave it another week or two for her to get really desperate.

“Ok, slut,” I said, turning to her.

She smiled brightly. It was a little hot to see how much she seemed to enjoy being called “slut”.

“I’ll make you a deal. If you can fit my whole cock in your mouth, I’ll do whatever you want tonight. Sound good?”

Her eyes widened. She looked terrified.

“I…I don’t think…” she stuttered.

“If you don’t want to try then just leave.” I said.

She only took a second to decide. She pulled her night gown off in one sweep, revealing her naked body to me. She walked over to the bed and took her usual spot, kneeling beside my crotch. I didn’t move this time, just waited.

After a few seconds she realised what I wanted, and climbed up on to the bed.

She got on her knees and reached forward. She dug her fingers under my waistband, and I pushed my hips up as she pulled down my pants and underwear. I still felt a little thrill from the sense of exhibition. My dick was already getting hard from seeing her body. She took it in her hands and began slowly licking around the head.

She spent a minute or two just admiring it, slowly running her hands up and down, feeling it’s girth and weight in her grip, occasionally planting gentle kisses on the shaft. She took her time with this, seeming to enjoy being allowed to hold it.

She seemed to have a better idea of what she was doing, this time. She kept swirling her tongue around the head, and never stopped the rhythm she had with her fingers. Within a minute my cock was rock hard and pointing straight up, the full 10 inches. She was almost massaging my shaft firmly with both hands, rather than the frustratingly light strokes she’d been using before. She kept her teeth completely out of the way, too. It felt amazing, I could do nothing but close my eyes and enjoy it.

Then, without any sign of preparation or ceremony, she started trying to force in into her mouth. Her tongue felt much better than last time, she seemed more aware of how to use it. As she pushed her head down farther, she began to moan loudly. This was so much better than two weeks ago. She really had been practising.

But not quite enough, it seemed. No matter how much she tried, she could only get about 3 or 4 inches of it into her mouth before she started gagging. She kept trying, each time seeming to get just a little bit closer, but in the end she didn’t even make it half way.

After maybe 5 minutes of this wonderful sensation, she pulled it out. She was panting loudly. Her mouth was covered in her own spit, and it was drooling down on to her heaving chest. She gazed at my cock with a look of almost hatred, and then lust, as she realised she wouldn’t be able to take it all. She met my eyes, then quickly looked down in shame.

“I can’t do it.” she mumbled.

“You’re giving up?” I asked.

“Well…look at this thing!”

She was holding it by the base, and she shook it slightly.

“It’s impossible to fit it all the way!” she whined.

I reached out and rested my hand gently on her head.

“Well, until you do, you’re not going to cum again.” I said.

How’s that for incentive?

She looked desperately in to my eyes.

“Come on, that’s not-“

“Are you arguing with me?” I said, cutting her off.

“No, no, I’m not, I’m sorry…It’s just…your cock felt so good on my pussy, even when it was just rubbing it…I can only imagine how good it’ll feel if you force it up inside me…into my hot, tight little…cunt.” she said, a slight moan carrying off the last word.

She was trying to seduce me, to manipulate me.

“Shut up.” I said, “Finish me off.”

“Can I at least touch myself when I do it? Can I try to make myself cum?” she asked.

“No, you’re not allowed to orgasm unless I say so, do you understand me? Now finish me off, and get out.” I said.

This was important. She had to be willing to obey me, even if she wasn’t directly getting anything out of it.

She sighed and started again, running her tongue all over the head of my cock. I’d been doing some practice of my own, trying to increase my endurance. I was usually able to come two or three times in quick succession before being unable to get hard, but I still wanted to last as long as possible.

Even with her new techniques, I was able to last 10 minutes before pumping her mouth full of cum. She closed her eyes as I came. I knew that sperm supposedly tasted awful, but she seemed to be savouring the experience, letting out purring little moans as she swallowed.

When I was finished, she quickly crawled up the bed and straddled my thigh, putting her arms around my shoulders. Her pussy was dripping wet and hot, and she was rubbing it very slightly against my leg.

“It’s so good when you cum in my mouth, when your huge cock pulses for me…oh God, I’m so wet…”

I didn’t say anything.

“Please.” she said, looking me in the eye, “Please, just touch me…I need to cum, please make me cum.”

I let her continue.

“Please, I’m your…your little slut.” she moaned desperately. “Make your little slut cum, please let me cum for you, please…”

I sighed.

I grabbed her tightly by her stiff nipples, and pulled her closer to me.