Yours Ch. 04

There was something about being compared to him like this that turned me on. It was such an obvious and direct measurement of masculinity, of superiority. I was actually embarrassed at the intense effect it was having on me, and somehow I knew if she kept it up I'd be hard soon.

And apparently so did she.

"You're so fucking huge, Sir, so much bigger and better than that pathetic little faggot." she said.

She was getting more and more excited too.

"Even these!" she said, cupping my sack again, "You could fit his whole sack into either one of your balls. Compared to you, it's like he's not even a man. He's like a little boy, with a sad little boy-dick."

I grunted with lust as my well used cock filled once again with blood, and jutted out from my body straight and hard.

"Oh...fuck." I grunted.

She wrapped her both hands around my shaft and licked the remaining few inches that were uncovered, staring into my eyes.

I'd never been able to get this hard so many times alone. Three had always been my limit, and even that was rare. My cock looked an angry shade of red, and the thick veins that kept it alive seemed to be even more prominent. I imagined I could almost see them visibly pumping with blood in time with my pounding heart.

I was sore, and tired, but I was hard.

In an instant the wonderful tranquillity was gone, replaced with a surprising and powerful lust. My cock needed to be pleasured, right that second.

I rose up to my knees and forced my cock into her mouth, barely pausing to thrust downwards against her tongue before carrying on into her waiting throat.

"Fuck." was all I could say as the pleasure filled my mind. It was so intense, I was so sensitive. But it wasn't enough.

I started to fuck her throat fast and hard, harder than I ever had. She began to moan with lust, but I barely heard her. I just pumped my hard shaft into her over and over, losing myself in the mindless pursuit of my pleasure. I could feel her saliva coating my balls, and where I was holding her face I could feel more of her tears of discomfort.

I closed my eyes and grimaced as I felt an unusual frustration. I grabbed her hair hard and began to really pound into her, grunting with exertion at every thrust. My balls were colliding with her chin so rapidly that it almost hurt, but it still wasn't enough.

I needed her pussy.

I quickly pulled out of her mouth, causing her to inhale too sharply and begin to cough. With the grip I still had on her hair, I dragged her forwards and pressed her face against the bed, maintaining my grip as I lined my cock up with her pussy, and plunged into her.

She felt so incredible, so perfectly tight. I began to fuck her as hard as I could from behind, needing the pleasure her body gave. She let out a cry of pleasure, or perhaps pain, but I ignored her. Nothing mattered in that moment except my own satisfaction. I leaned forward and raised myself up, using the weight of my body to slam my full length into her as speedily as I could.

"Sir!" she suddenly, "I'm...ahhhnnnn... I'm going to...!"

I cut her off by clamping my hand over her mouth. She was so loud.

"Cum if you want." I grunted.

Those were all the words I could spare. It felt like my sanity was slipping away. I'd never needed pleasure like this before, never been so completely overwhelmed by my lust. I doubt a heart attack would have stopped me right then.

Jessica let out a frantic moan, and I could feel her orgasm through her convulsing pussy.

"Ung, that's good." I grunted, enjoying the increase in sensation.

I smirked, realising that the uncaring act I'd played out earlier with her was now real; her pleasure only mattered to me because of the effect it had on my cock.

I impulsively slapped her ass with my free hand, and it made her pussy twitch. I seized this opportunity for more pleasure and rained blows down against her ass, spanking her brutally hard over and over again, ignoring the pain in my hand. This caused another orgasm to build up inside her and quickly explode outwards, the extra pain making her pleasure so intense that I could actually feel her pussy juices squirting out against my legs.

She seemed to be having a lot more fun than I was.

"Fuck this." I grunted, sliding my cock from her shivering pussy.

I threw her from her knees on to her side, then shoved her legs up against her chest, putting her in a fetal position and exposing her dripping slit. I thrust into her again, revelling in how tight the pressure of her body made her pussy feel. It was almost choking the blood off from the base of my cock.

I fucked her like this for God knows how long, feeling like I was forcing my way into every single inch of her pussy over, and over, and over. Her orgasms continued, but I barely noticed any more. To me they were just momentary increases in pressure accompanied by frantic whimpers and moans against my palm. I was still holding her mouth, but the strength of my grip was now in my other hand, twisted in her hair.

I gritted my teeth and let out a grunt of frustration. This was maddening. The pleasure was so incredibly intense, but it was never enough. No matter how hard I used her my orgasm was still just out of reach. I released her hair and pushed down on her hip, using my weight to try and make her pussy even tighter. I wasn't aware of any huge difference, but I kept it up.

Suddenly I was aware of us both in a way I'd never felt before. It was like a complete clarity of thought. There was no doubt in my mind, no other thought in that second except for the absolute certainty that I owned her. Her body was simply mine, her tight, convulsing pussy was nothing more than a wet hole which only existed to pleasure me.

It was the absolute peak of Dominance, the total knowledge of how completely and entirely she belonged to me.

And then I came.

It was like nothing I'd ever felt. The pleasure erupted forcefully, numbing my mind and stopping my breath. It burned through me like fire, leaving an aching glow in its wake. I continued to thrust long after my orgasm had started, and quite a while after I'd finished, by cock stubbornly refusing to surrender its life.

And then, like flicking a switch, everything faded. I collapsed on top of her, utterly exhausted.

I blinked a few times, laid out on her body, not entirely sure if I'd been conscious this whole time. I'd finally had my release, and it was like waking up from a trance. I slowly shifted back onto my knees and tried to get a grasp of my situation. The emotion had vanished as suddenly as it had come, leaving only cold, tired logic behind.

I was panting, I realised. Almost hyperventilating, in fact. My whole torso was shaking with every breath. I hadn't been this physically exhausted since... I couldn't even remember. Vague images of a particularly brutal gym class as a kid sprang to mind, although the details evaded me. I ran my fingers through my hair, realising that I was sweating too. I was drenched with my own sweat and barely able to breath.

It goes without saying that my cock was engulfed in a constant, dull ache, and was hanging limp and utterly lifeless.

I looked at Jessica. She was in a similar state to me, seeming completely exhausted, her hair a complete mess and her body covered in a light sheen of sweat.

"Jessica." I croaked.

I cleared my throat and reached out to her.

"Jessica." I said, louder.

I touched her shoulder and she turned towards me. She stared at me with glazed, unfocused eyes. I knew that look.

I sank forwards, letting myself collapse beside her. She pressed her head against my chest and inhaled shakily through her mouth, not saying a word.

She was in a trance of her own. Using only my cock I'd made her submit to me, helped her find that state of mind that she craved, driving every worried thought and stress from her head and replacing it with pure physical sensation.

For a while we just lay there, breathing heavily and trying to recover. The air was thick with the smell of sex, and I found it oddly pleasing. The smell of her sweat, of her hair, of her womanhood. It reminded me of her in a very visceral way. I pressed my nose against her head and inhaled deeply. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her tight against me, gently running my fingers into her hair.

I felt myself drifting off when she suddenly let out a sob, and I realised she was coming down from her submissive high. She started to cry, and all I could think to do was hold her. I comforted her, after being the one to hurt her in the first place, the contrast of these actions still confusing me on some level.

"Good girl." I whispered, kissing her head.

Her breathing slowly settled and I felt her relax completely against my body. I closed my eyes and just held her. Her breathing was laboured and she'd still sob occasionally, but I knew she'd be asleep soon. She always got tired after being dominated.

Using the last dregs of my conscious effort, I leaned over and set my alarm for one hour away, flicked off my lamp, and fell into a deep and restful sleep.

==

I blinked, and suddenly the harsh blare of my alarm was waking me an hour later.

I quickly reached over Jessica to shut it off, realising we'd drifted apart in our sleep, and now she had her back to me.

I lay back and closed my eyes, then forced myself to open them again, yawning loudly. My thoughts were slow and wandering, as if I was still dreaming. It was so tempting just to ignore everything and keep sleeping. I sighed and sat up, struggling back to full consciousness. Moving made me realise that my cock still had that strange, tired pain. I hoped I hadn't accidentally broken it, or something.

Jessica had woken up too, and had turned to face me.

"Hey." I said.

"Hey." she said quietly.

She was just watching me.

"Are you... alright?" I asked, rubbing my eyes.

She nodded, but her expression was still serious. She had turned towards me, but seemed to shrink away.

"Come here." I said impulsively.

I reached out to her shoulder and guided her into my arms. I'd forgotten for a second that I'd accidentally managed to Dominate her, losing control of myself in the process.

"Do you feel ok?" I asked, as she let her body rest against mine. "I was... pretty hard on you."

"Pretty hard on me." she echoed, smiling.

We both laughed quietly at her immature pun.

"I'm fine." she answered. "I mean, I'm kind of thirsty... and my pussy feels like a train drove through it, but apart from that..."

I laughed again. Her smile faded into a look of awe.

"I've never seen you like that." she said quietly.

"I've never felt like that." I admitted. "That...uh, that fourth one..."

I remembered the wild, animal ferocity I'd attacked her with, just pinning her and using her body to abate my lust, the mind-numbing level of Dominance I'd managed to reach.

"Jesus..." I swore quietly, amazed at how intense it had felt.

"Yeah it was... pretty incredible..." she sighed, a wistful smile on her face.

I couldn't believe she was smiling. Thinking back, I realised how dangerous that had been. I'd covered her mouth and pinned her down. If she'd wanted to stop, she had no way of telling me. Would I even have noticed if she'd tried to struggle? I doubted it. I'd have to be more careful with that in future. I'd never expected to come close to losing myself, but now that I knew it was a possibility, I'd be ready for it.

I had to be able to control myself at all times. Despite how my complicated feelings for Jessica, I would never do something to her against her will. Even the most brutal and violent of our sessions had come with her consent, and they always would. Except for that one time with the belt...

I remembered the first time I truly lost control with her and sighed, feeling the shame wash over me. I really had to get my shit together, this wouldn't work otherwise. I couldn't help but think I'd gotten incredibly lucky. If she'd been anyone else, some other woman, she may have wanted to stop but been unable to. She might have ended up a victim.

But not Jessica. Lucky for the both of us.

"I'm sorry for crying." Jessica said, derailing my train of thought. "It's stupid, it just feels kind of... overwhelming sometimes."

Jesus. I'm worried about almost raping her, and she's sorry that she cried about it?

"It's alright." I said lightly, stroking her hair.

She sighed with frustration.

"It's not alright, it's stupid." she said, "I'm 18 years old and I can't even have sex without blubbering all over myself and... clinging to you like a child. It's pathetic and-"

"Calm down." I interrupted sternly.

My sudden gravity startled her. She looked so vulnerable.

"Look, sex can be... emotional." I explained gently, "Especially sex like that. Afterwards, it's understandable if you need to... release some of that emotion. And it's... ok."

I wasn't explaining this very well.

"It's just... ok." I repeated, my voice more firm, "Given everything I do to you, I don't mind cuddling with you afterwards. Just cry if you need to, in future. Don't worry about it."

"Thanks." she almost whispered.

She went quiet for a few seconds.

"I still can't believe you licked my pussy." she said, as if she'd just remembered it.

I laughed gently. She rested her head against my chest and I started to stroke her hair again. I felt the pull of sleep sapping away my concentration.

"Hey... can we talk?" she asked.

"About what?" I sighed.

"A few things, actually." she said nervously, "I thought about a lot of things while I was away... well, actually I thought about you a lot while I was away...and I sort of... realised a few things."

"Like that I might like to have my balls licked?" I asked, remembering what she'd said before she tried it out.

She laughed lightly.

"Yeah, that was one of the things." she said, "But there were a few things that I... I mean, it's kind of hard to... to verbalize... and I guess..."

"Just talk." I said sternly. It was getting harder to resist sleep, and I didn't have a problem with listening to her, but I wouldn't sit and endure her dancing around it. "Just say what you want to say."

"Ok... well, one thing I realised is that I really like calling you 'Sir'." she said, "I know it's weird, but it just feels right, you know? Like, that's how I think of you now. When I'm thinking about you, it's like... 'I wonder what Sir's doing right now.' or, 'I wonder if Sir would like to see me in this dress.' It just feels right..."

I didn't respond to this, although it was good to hear.

"And I like how you smell." she said, kissing my chest lightly, "You smell like... well, like sweat, but it reminds me of sex. You smell like fucking. Is that weird?"

That made me smile, because I remembered that I'd been thinking much the same thing about her right before I fell asleep.

"S'not that weird." I said, stifling another yawn. "What else?"

I was curious about a lot of this stuff, about how our relationship was affecting her. She seemed to mostly happy, but I couldn't really be sure. Not that her happiness had ever been my first priority.

"Uh, I think there was a few more things. Let me think." she said, her tone more serious.

I gave her a second, trying not to fall asleep. I was so relaxed, so comfortable.

"I like it when you call me sweetheart." she said, tracing circles against my chest with her fingertip, "I mean, I'm pretty sure you're being condescending most of the time, but I still like it."

I just kept stroking her hair with a gentle rhythm. It was so hard to stay awake at this point, and her hair was so soft and warm. I wanted to just drift off again.

But there was something in her voice that I didn't like. This was going somewhere, I felt. One of her little revelations wasn't going to be something I'd want to hear. Or maybe something she didn't want to say.

I didn't know where the knowledge came from, but I was suddenly sure of it. She was hiding something.

"What else?" I said.

"Um...I like when you...when you pet my hair like this." she said nervously, "But I also like it when you try to yank it out of my scalp, so..."

I stopped petting her. That sounded like something she'd just thought of on the spot. She was avoiding something, and I didn't like it.

"What else?" I said, looking down at her.

She avoided my eye.

"Look, I gave you a hickey." she said, smiling.

I looked down at my chest, near my collar bone, and found that she had.

"Oh yeah," I said, rubbing my finger along the mark, "You bit me there when you came."

"Sorry." she said, but her wide grin made me doubt that she meant it.

I smiled at her, and for a small moment everything was good.

But then her expression shifted, and she looked away again.

"What is it?" I asked automatically, immediately uncertain if I even wanted to know.

"Nothing." she said, forcing a smile.

I sighed. I didn't even know what I wanted any more. Did I want her to share herself with me, or just to shut up and deal with it on her own? I frowned, wishing yet again that we didn't have the history that we had, wishing that things were simpler.

But now that I'd seen that expression, I couldn't just ignore it.

"Was that a lie?" I asked.

She looked shocked and opened her mouth to protest, but after a few seconds closed it and looked down sadly.

"Yeah." she said.

She rested her cheek against my chest, not looking at me. I gave her a few seconds of silence. We both knew that it was coming, whatever it was.

"Say it." I ordered eventually.

"Do you still hate me?" she asked quickly.

She didn't sound angry when she asked this. She didn't sound accusing either, or offended.

She sounded tired.

And I immediately knew the answer. Despite everything we'd been through in the past few months... despite everything... I still couldn't let go of all that had happened before. I found my mind wandering to a few key incidences, things I'd tried hard to forget.

Things she'd done that had gone beyond mockery and taunting..

And the one time even she knew that she'd crossed the line, when her senseless cruelty reached its peak.

How can you just let things like that go? Even if it meant losing what we had now, whatever that was, how could I just forget?

So, did I still hate her? Honestly?

"Yeah." I said.

She didn't react at first. I think she knew it was coming.

"Ok." she said in a small, broken voice. "I can live with that, I think. I don't need you to care about me."

I had no response to this. I wasn't expecting it.

"I always tell you that I love you... " she said, "And I only keep saying it because I keep finding new reasons for it to be true... but you've never said it back. It used to bother me, but when I was away I realised that I don't need you to say it back. I don't need you to love me. As long as I'm... as long as I'm yours."

She slid her arms down my sides and lifted herself up. She leaned closer to me, and lowered her voice even more.

"And I don't care what other girls you sleep with... or if you want to date Becky, or anyone else. I don't care if you want to get a real girlfriend and go on actual dates." she said, her voice getting heavy with emotion. "Because you don't belong to me... I belong to you. And as long as that's still true, then everything else is just... inconsequential."

She bit her lip, then leaned forward to kiss me, but when she got close I gripped her jaw and held her in place.

"Do you really mean that?" I asked.

She tried to nod, but couldn't move her head.