“It’s not that easy.” She muttered.
“What’s not easy? Tell me what you want me to do. Mark my words, though, once we cross this threshold, there’s no going back.”
“I’ve never had control before,” she started but I cut her off.
“I’m giving you control, but my word means more than some piece of shit low lifes. What do you want me to do to you, Raelynn? Would you like me to bend you over my desk and fuck you? Or would you rather I be twisting my tongue in your pussy while I worship you on my knees?”
She leaned forward, setting her arms against her legs in a similar fashion to the way I was sitting. Her barrier broke down for the moment as she met my challenge. She needed to see that, even though I was going to own her, she would always have control. I wasn’t playing games with her. I would be her salvation in a world full of monsters that would try to use and discard her. For me, she’d become a creature to fear.
“I want you to crawl on your knees and eat my pussy and show me exactly how far this is going to go.” Her cheeks flamed as she spoke, taking the metaphorical reins I was trying to give to her.
I took a moment to search her eyes for any sign of hesitation that she didn’t mean her words. The blazing heat was back behind her gaze, challenging me against my words, and I knewit wasn’t just a challenge on the physical level. I was going to show her exactly how much I was going to own every inch of her, starting with her body and ending with her very soul.
“Spread your legs, Raelynn,” I said as I lowered myself to the ground. Doing exactly as she instructed, I crawled on my knees over the short distance between us as she slowly opened her knees.
With my height, we were almost eye to eye, even though I was kneeling before her. Slowly, I reached up and took the pillow away from her lap. There was no point in her trying to hide behind it anymore. I tossed it to the other side of the couch, not caring if it landed on the floor, as I took my hands and ran them up her calves until they rested on her knees. Pushing up her dress, I guided her legs further apart, leaning my upper body against her until she was leaning back on the couch.
Her hands gripped my shoulders tightly, her nerves wound up, though she didn’t push me away. Blue eyes speared through me, completely unaware of the power she held over me. Slowly, not wanting to scare her into changing her mind, I leaned in to kiss her.
Her lips were soft against mine, timid despite the fire she had inside of her. That would change soon enough. I pushed her into the couch further, my hands gripping her knees as her legs fell open. Sliding my hands up her thighs, I pushed her dress up even more until I was gripping the sides of her hips. I almost growledwhen I discovered she wasn’t wearing any underwear either, as my tongue slipped into her mouth. Our kiss deepened as her own tongue danced with mine, welcoming me into her.
Without breaking our kiss, I let my right hand wander from gripping her tightly against me to dropping between the center of her legs, slowly running a finger down her slick folds, and finding her already dripping for me. She moaned into my mouth as I slipped a single digit into her, cupping my palm to press against her clit. She broke away from our connection to inhale sharply, her chest heaving as I slowly thrust my finger into her in rhythm with my pressure on her clit.
Rae gasped as she bucked her hips off the couch, urging me to go faster, but I wasn’t ready for her to come undone yet. Trailing my lips down her neck, I greedily took in every sharp breath and moan as I removed my finger and slowly drew circles around her nub. I pulled down one of the sides of her dress roughly, exposing her breasts to me as I continued to gently kiss my way down her chest, her back arching as she pressed herself into me.
I lifted my head as I removed my hand from between her legs. Bringing my fingers up to my mouth, I let her watch me lick her wetness off my digits before kissing her again. She must have enjoyed tasting herself on my tongue as I brought my fingers to her nipple, teasing it gently before pinching it lightly, gauging her reaction. She arched further into me as I pinched harder, giving her the pain she so desperately craved to keep her sane, untilshe broke away again to let out a moan that was almost too dangerously loud. My rock-hard cock strained against my pants painfully at the sound, but today wasn’t about me.
I replaced my fingers on her nipple with my mouth, soothing the sting I had inflicted upon her. Raelynn’s hands drifted from my shoulders to my hair as I trailed a line of kisses down the soft curve of her stomach to between her legs. Her grip was much softer now, though I was sure her nails left marks on my arms. I slid my hands under her luscious thighs, tugging her ass closer to the edge of the couch and tossing her legs over my shoulders.
Slowly, I teased her, running the tip of my tongue up and down her center as she quivered beneath my grip.
“Daxton,” she moaned my name, her voice husky with lust as I continued my slow assault on her pussy. “Fuck Daxton,” she cursed. I could tell what she wanted as her hands tried to find their grip in my hair and failed. It was cut too short.
Finally, I thrust my tongue deep into her core, rubbing my thumb along her clit as she threw her head back against the couch, her breath coming in shallow pants. I continued to work her, using my tongue and fingers to bring her right to the edge as her thighs gripped my shoulders. I would have killed to have been able to see her face, to watch what she looked like as she came undone on my tongue.
Her gasps of pleasure as I continued licking her through her orgasm almost had me cumming in my pants like a teenager. Withone last slow swipe of my tongue, I eased her legs off my shoulders and sat up, bracing my hands on either side of her. I didn’t bother raising her dress to cover her tits, wanting to enjoy seeing them one last time as her dazed look came back to me.
“How does it feel to be in control?” I asked her, brushing my mouth gently against her ear and kissing the soft spot where her neck met her shoulders. For once, she seemed to be at a loss for words as she slowly came back to her senses. I was sure she’d find her voice soon enough.
May 28th 2021
I havedone everything he’s asked of me. No matter how small or trivial. Every task, every favor, I have done them all without complaint. So why does that continue to get me the cold shoulder? I have even been pushing myself through his demands about sex without voicing what I want. I let him touch me when all I want is to be left alone. I don’t ask questions anymore about where he’s going or who he’s talking to.
So what did I do wrong this time? Why am I being punished again? I’m never told what exactly it is that I do, just that I do it, and he can’t be around it. Dealing with me isn’t good for his mental health, or his overall well-being. I never asked him to put up with me. I’ve asked him time and time again to please leave if this isn’t what he wanted.
He never does, though. He goes for days without speaking to me over the slightest issues. I had borrowed his truck last week; everything went fine. I had just needed to pick up a new mattress. The next day, he texted me asking me what I did to fuck it up because the clutch was stripped. I know how to drive a manual now. I had forced myself to learn after his failed attempts at teaching me. Luckily, Michelle had the patience to teach me one day. So I know I didn’t strip his clutch.
The truck was a piece of junk, though you couldn’t tell him that. It was old, rusted through in some spots, and needed work he just didn’t have time to do. I’d bet that’s why he’s ignoring me now. I don’t know how much more of this I can take. Maybe with luck, the stupid truck's brakes will give out, and I won't have to worry about how to deal with it anymore. He doesn’t wear his seatbelt anyway. It would be such a shame if that happened…
Chaptertwenty-one
The Vigilante
September 30th 2023
Last night, when I got home, I told myself I should have taken a cold shower, my dick still hard as a fucking rock the entire drive back to my apartment. Instead, I found myself pounding into my hand, coming all over my fist, ropes of my release dripping onto the shower floor. I could still taste her on my tongue as I imagined her kneeling before me, my cock deep down her throat, gagging her instead of in my own hand.
Soon—I promised myself—it would be soon. As much as I wanted her to find her power and take it back from the low-life idiot that broke her down into a shell of what she was, I also wanted to dominate her: to show her that a real man would control her in ways that would make her thrive, not in ways that would diminish her self-esteem. I needed to own her.
