1. Revenge, Pt 12: The Aftercare


    Date: 6/18/2017, Categories: Fiction, BDSM, Domination / Submission, Male Domination, Romance, Slavery, Teen, Author: masterKDean2014, Source: sexstories.com

    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. "Yes." 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 ...
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