The Aftermath
You ever have deep-seated problems that you just have to go and break through the surface to finally get the healing over with? You don't? Oh well I guess I don't either. Then again the idea of revenge and the idea that you can go off and stab someone deep into their soul that it breaks them forever, is appealing. Hey, scars heal.
See, I have two talents I'm reluctant to use. The first talent is that with just a few words I can point out a problem that will appear within a newly formed relationship. This problem is the problem that will break up the two people. The second is I know just what to say that it will cause you to hate me forever...because it's simply the truth.
Let me go and explain just why I'm in the present situation I'm in. What situation am I in? A staring contest at the bar in the Hotel Monaco in New Orleans, and it isn't Mardi Gras season. This is the same hotel that me and the woman I'm having this staring contest with, Acacia, were intimate for the first time. This is also the first times communicating with each other since she started to lie about important things that were going on in her life, and I hate to be lied too.
That one thing was her now ex boyfriend. I pointed out how it would fail, and once again I was right. Yet I didn't do it so she would come running back to me. In her case it was because being in control would bore her if it happened all the time. She would get bored with the worship that he was providing. He would just be a minion, as I liked to call most of her male friends. This staring contest proved I was right and I wasn't going to going to apologize.
She did come dressed to kill. Black high heels on her feet. Her legs were covered with black fishnet stockings. She wore a black form fitting skirt that seemed to melt over her curvy hips. She topped it off with a man's dress shirt, and I knew what was under the shirt, a black lacy underwire bra to hold up her 38D's. The top was open to show the pale skin from the hint of cleavage up to her neck and face. Her head was topped with red hair that normally reached mid neck, but she had pulled into a small ponytail. Yet we stared, my brown eyes into her green eyes.
"We could be at this all day," I had said before the staring contest. The last time, with the last fight, it ended by her literally spitting in my face. It officially ended almost 9 years of friendship, just because I gave a warning of why her relationship would go down the drain.
Now let me go and tell you one thing, this isn't one of those contests where we see who blinks first. We sipped our drinks that were refilled. We blinked. It was almost an event of stamina and we could go a long time. I also knew me not saying a damn thing would make her more nervous and self-conscious. This was one of those spectacles that not everyone gets a chance to see, quiet, yet noticeable. She started feeling other eyes stare at her, her third apple martini already refilled while I was patiently sipping on my own screwdriver. She wanted me the way things were before we had sex with each other. She wanted to me to be her emotional support, her rock, but she didn't want to take the steps necessary to get that back. She would have to give in.
She dropped her head. The party was about to begin. "Okay, I'll fuck you again."
"Oh, you'll fuck me huh? Dawlin, it's gonna take more then just fucking me to get back in my good graces," I replied.
She lifted her head to look at me, "But I..."
"Don't want to be in a relationship with me, yes. I don't want to fuck you Dawlin, but I'm going to own you, and I know deep down you don't want to like it, but you better enjoy it."
There it was, the if looks would kill look. I simply stroked my goatee and raised a brow. This was a twist she didn't expect since we never really had a relationship that was more dominate then the other. Granted I was a bit pussy whipped."
"What will that require?" she asked. I know what she was trying to get. She wanted to know what I had planned for her.
"A yes or no answer, otherwise you can go find someone else to train. You use to claim that I knew you better then anyone else on the planet, that's hard to come by. Shit even now I know what is going on in your head and my reactions and comments are scaring the living shit out of you," I smugly replied, "Now, you can go find a friendship without any meaning, where they don't know the real you, or I own you." I pulled out cash to pay the bar tab, "I'm n room 812. You have one hour to decide. This hour will be your last bit of control, otherwise, your mine."
I got up and left the bar and went directly to the elevator. I had things in mind. Nothing prop worthy, but stuff that would fuck with her mind...I intended to break her. She shattered my trust, and now it was time to make hers powder.
I was downstairs simply dressed in a dark purple dress shirt. My pants, tie, socks, shoes, belt, all black as I sat down in the chair at the desk of the room and turned on the TV. I was halfway through an episode of Law and Order when I heard a knock at the door. I turned off the TV and opened it up. She stood there and looked up at me. There were smears coming from her eyes as her makeup had started to run.
"You step over this threshold, I own you. I get to use anything I want until I decide it's over. There is no safe word or whatever you've used in your own freakish circles. You are mine until I leave this room." I moved off to the side to let her come through and she looked at me with what would have been confused as hatred by some, but I knew she was curious because this isn't something I would have ever tried before.
She looked inside the room and back at me and stepped over the threshold. "First thing, go into the bathroom and clean your face. Reapply makeup," she looked at me and did what she was told. I walked back into the suite of rooms and sat down on the small sofa and waited for her to come back out. She didn't take long since there was the part of her that wanted to get this all over with.
"The last time we were together, I was pretty damn timid, worrying about your needs over mine. It was fun yes, but at the same time, not all my needs were met. You will meet those needs tonight..."
"What do you mean your needs weren't met?" Acadia said.
"Oh I'm talking about mentally, physically, and emotionally...everything will be covered today. Who knows what would have happened if things worked out the way I have it planned, now take your sweet ass over here, and sit it on my lap."
She did just that. She leaned back against my chest and as she ran her ass into my slowly hardening cock. I placed my hands on her waist and held her there for a moment.
"Now," I said, "You have a brain, you are creative, but you were pretty damn shy with me." I pulled the elastic from her ponytail and caused her red hair to spread out, "I want you to go and whisper in my ear dirty thoughts.
My hands had roamed up her sides and reached around to cup her large tits. This caused her to lean her head back. She looked at me as I gave each of her breasts a calculated squeeze, causing a gasp that was a mixture of pain and joy come from her mouth.
