Revenge, Pt 12: The Aftercare
Date: 6/18/2017, Categories: Fiction, BDSM, Domination / Submission, Male Domination, Romance, Slavery, Teen, Author: masterKDean2014, Source: sexstories.com
*IMPORTANT* This is a new account for superkev123, I can no longer access my old one, so I am re-posting all my old ones here, and will also be uploading new ones. Chapter 12 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 ...