He leads me into his bedroom and makes his intentions clear. That dress he caught me in is laid out on his bed, surrounded by the photos he took of me. My bully wants me to be her again.
I didn’t grow up in the most enlightened neighborhood and I had the misfortune of living right next door to my bully. The summer before I left for college he caught me in my secret game of dress-up. He snapped those photos and walked out of there without saying a word.
I dress for him. I become her for him. I turn to look at him and I see that cold fire in his eyes. When he calls me over to him I obey, the urge to please him screaming out in me and demanding satisfaction.
I thought I’d left it all behind me, but in my second year of college he was on my campus. He told me to come to his apartment and I listened. He told me what he wanted and I obeyed.
On my knees for him, giving him every ounce of my effort. Finding in the touch of him a fire within myself I never knew existed. A craving for his touch and more.
A craving to be satisfied by my bully.
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My hand closed around his shaft and it was warm and hard. I could feel his heartbeat throbbing within it and I stroked him up and down slowly, pulling my eyes from his shaft up to meet his.
Stroking and stroking, slowly and deliberately. First one hand and then both at the same time, always meeting his gaze. Always watching his reactions.
So impassive but beneath the surface, I could see something more. A bubbling roil of self-doubt and indecision. Hatred too but not focused on me, not really. No he hated but that hatred wasn’t really about me.
It was about what I represented to him, what he’d built me up as in his mind.
I moved closer, bringing my face closer to him. I smelled the scent of his musk and my breath kissed his head before my lips ever touched it.
Still I stared at him, still I watched him, looking for any indication of any sort of emotion but reading only those that I already knew.
My eyes were locked into his as my lips closed around his head, as I started to give him myself fully and unrestrained.
Now I didn’t know what I was doing, not really. I’d been with a few women in my time at school and some of them were amazingly talented, but I was so overcome by the sensations and feelings of being with them that I didn’t really stop to take notes on what particular things they were doing that got me off so well.
I had to rely on Blake and on the connection between us. I had to read his body and his body language, take my signals from the bucking of his hips and the bit back groans as he struggled to keep himself from cumming too soon.
Lapping at his head with my tongue made him take a sharp breath in and hold it. Rolling my lips around and around the top third of his shaft made his grip on the arms of his chair tighten. Running one hand underneath to fondle his balls while I took him deep again and again made his breaths turn into sharp gasps, made him buck up into me and pulse within me, his heartbeat hitting a rapid-fire pace as he struggled to contain himself.
I could have lost myself in that moment. My eyes moved from his and focused on the task at hand and I could have pretended when I wasn’t looking at him that it was anyone’s cock in my mouth.
But I wanted it to be him. I needed it to be him.
Only Blake could affect me like this.