Sam Hearne was after one thing: The Truth.
When his girlfriend Kristy left him she knew that she had cheated on him, he just couldn't prove it. In some ways he wondered why it mattered - after all, no matter what the reason the end result was that she was gone, right? But Sam had a thing about lying. He couldn't stand it. And he'd suspected that Kristy had lied to him about a number of things. Time after time he had let it go because he wanted to trust her... but now he had to know. The motivation to find out the truth had led him to do a number of experiments with a strange chemical compound he'd accidentally created on day in the lab. He hadn't known anything was wrong until it was tested, instead of being just regular perfume that smelled like Lily of the Valley (which is what he'd been trying to create), it had made his lab partner, Sara, get rather woozy. And then he found that whatever he ordered her to do... she did.
Shocked and horrified, not to mention extremely apologetic, Sam had immediately stopped asking questions and giving orders when he realized what was happening. The two of them had gotten rid of the compound as hazardous waste. Which was what he had considered it until now.
Now he was on his way to Kristy's, and he was going to get answers.
*****
When Kristy opened her door to see Sam she was both pissed and frustrated. His face was scruffy, as if he hadn't shaved in a couple of days, and his hair wasn't brushed either. Why couldn't he just leave her alone? Men were so difficult... she didn't want to see him anymore. Every time she saw him she felt guilty and she didn't like feeling guilty or bad about herself. She knew very well that Sam had been a great boyfriend and that she'd betrayed him and hadn't treated him the way that he deserved, she should have broken up with him earlier, but now he was just starting to get on her last nerve. Sure it was great for her ego that he was having so much trouble moving on, but that didn't make it less annoying.
"Sam, what are you doing here?" she asked, letting out a huff of frustrated air. "I have nothing left to say to you. Go away."
Instead of responding, he lifted his hand in front of him and sprayed something in her face. It smelled like lilies and something else... something familiar but unidentifiable.
"What the heck was that?" she snapped.
"Go to the living room and sit down on the couch," Sam ordered her, his dark brown eyes grim. They'd always looked like puppy dog eyes to her. She was about to tell him to fuck off when she realized that her body was already turning and heading down the hall to the living room, she could hear him shut the front door and follow after her.
"What the... what's happening?!" she said, trying to make her body run, turn, fight, flee... instead it settled calmly on the couch.
"No talking unless you're answering a question I've asked," Sam told her calmly as he sat down in one of the arm chairs, facing her. About to protest, Kristy's jaw snapped shut. She struggled within herself, appalled and scared. "It's time to face the music Kristy. I'm here for some answers. Why did you really break up with me?"
"The guilt," she responded immediately. Tears started rolling down her cheeks in spite of herself. "I cheated on you with Frank and I couldn't stand to look at you afterwards."
"My cousin? My cousin Frank? But you've only ever met him once and that was at... that was at my birthday party." The betrayal and grief in Sam's eyes was everything she had tried to hide from and more. She couldn't understand why she was telling him all this, why she was doing exactly what he told her to do. Was it the stuff he had sprayed in her face? As much as she wanted to ask, she found that she couldn't. Just like he'd ordered her; she couldn't say a single word that wasn't answering one of his questions.
"Why?" he demanded. "Why did you cheat on me? And why with Frank?"
"I... you weren't... I met him and he was just so commanding. Everything about him overwhelmed me. He thought I was hot and he told me so. It wasn't in a nice way or even a complimenting way but like he was saying 'I want to do you.' I couldn't stay away from him at the party. And he noticed. When he went outside to smoke I followed him there too and he just told me to get on my knees and give him a blow job."
Sam winced. Kristy hated oral sex.
"He had a cigarette while I blew him. It got me so hot that I begged him to do me when he was done smoking. Everything he said and did was so confident, he was so in control... I used to fantasize about lack of control. About being kidnapped by pirates or captured by bandits and they would make me do awful, depraved things... and somehow when he looked at me all those fantasies came back. You were also so gentlemanly, so caring. I loved that about you, but part of me responded to being forced. It's stupid, I know, but I liked that he was having his wicked way with me - that's how I thought of it. It all seemed unreal at the time, like a fantasy come to life. But then, after that, every time I was with you all I could see was how weak you were. How you never pushed me. I don't like blow jobs so you never asked me to. If you did ask, you never pushed. That used to be okay, but after Frank it made me feel so unfulfilled."
Sam couldn't believe what he was hearing. In some ways, he knew Kristy was right. He'd been respectful, loving, kind, compassionate. He hadn't tried to get her to do things she didn't want to do. But that's how a relationship was supposed to work, right? That's what he wanted out of a relationship anyway. A terrible anger rose inside of him. It was the most overwhelming feeling he'd ever felt in his life... he wanted to hit her, just beat the crap out of her. Hurt her the way that she'd hurt him. Disrespect her the way that she'd disrespected him. That second thought allowed him to channel his anger.
Deep down he knew that he didn't really want to hurt her. But she had fantasies about being forced? She thought he was a weakling who couldn't give her what she craved?
Standing, Sam stared down at his cheating ex.
"Slut," he said, contemptuously. She winced at the epithet. It was like a slap across her face, and even if she'd had control of her mouth she wouldn't have been able to argue with him. What else could she consider herself? She'd gotten down on her knees, in the dirt of her boyfriend's parent's house and betrayed him, performed a sexual act that disgusted her with his cousin. While the man smoked a cigarette. If she'd had any kind of decency, any kind of self control, she would have waited... broken up with Sam, found a man who did fill her desires. Instead she'd betrayed him, hurt him, and for nothing more than a fantasy.
"Get on your knees, Slut," Sam ordered. To her horror, Kristy found her body obeying; her knees hit the ground before she could even think. "You have fantasies of control? Well guess what, the weak, pathetic, chivalrous guy you cheated on is here to give fulfill your wildest dreams." He stepped in front of her, his crotch in her face. Kristy watched as he undid his zipper and pulled of his pants. His dick wasn't barely chubby, he was too upset to be really turned on yet.
"Lick my cock, slut. You need to get it hard. Don't touch my dick with anything but your tongue." Immediately Kristy's tongue snaked out and she started licking his cock. The feel of her reluctant tongue across the sensitive skin of his head sent a quick message to his body and he started to stiffen, growing in front of his eyes. "You know what? Lick down to my balls. I want you to suck gently on them, roll them around in your mouth and pleasure me."
Kristy moaned as her mouth opened to gently suck one of his balls in. The skin of his scrotum felt like taffy, loose and stretchy in her mouth. Her nose was filled with the scent of him, a musky, earthy smell, as she sucked on his balls, watching his cock grow next to her face. It bumped against her cheek a couple of times on its way up. She had never put her mouth on a man's balls before. Even though the act disgusted her... she could feel a little itch, a small tingle, low in her stomach. The fantasies she'd had growing up were wild, depraved... she did things in them that she'd never do in real life. Yet here she was... on her knees, sucking on her ex-boyfriend's balls because she had no choice about it, he was controlling her every move. The little tingle inside her started to warm, the way her hands would when held out to a camp fire, but this was deep in her belly and she hadn't been cold there.
The feeling of Kristy's mouth wrapped around his balls, her wet tongue licking as she suckled gently on him, was incredible. More than that, the feeling of controlling her was sexier than he could have ever imagined. His anger had been washed away, because there was no point in being angry. He had the truth and more than that, he was going to get some of his own back... regain some dignity. Pay her back for using him, lying to him, betraying him.
"Put your mouth on my cock," he ordered. "Suck me. I want you to suck me just like you did my cousin."
The hot tingle inside of her was growing, a bit of lust surging through her as her body obediently started sucking on her ex's cock like it was a lollipop. Sam moaned, his hands on her head as he thrust his cock back and forth into her mouth. She sucked him eagerly, because that was how she had sucked his cousin, her tongue roaming the sides of his cock as it moved back and forth in her mouth.
Seeing Kristy's lips wrapped around his dick was fantastic. Seeing the look of arousal in her eyes was even better... and yet hurtful too, because she had wanted this and had never given him any indication. He wasn't a fucking mind reader - how was he supposed to know that she wanted to be pushed? To be forced? Well he might not have been able to read her mind before, but now he could control her, and that was what she wanted. Since he hadn't given her any orders not to move at all, he could see her lower body squirming a little, her legs rubbing together, as he looked down at her. This was turning her on.
"Open up your throat all the way, don't gag. And when I cum, you're going to swallow all of it."
He loved the way her eyes widened with fear at his new orders. Looks like even if Frank had gotten some head, he hadn't cum in her mouth. That didn't surprise Sam. But now Kristy was going to take it, for no other reason than he'd told her to. Grabbing onto her brown pony tail he began rocking his hips back and forth harder, working more of his cock into her mouth. He hit the back of her throat, but he'd told her not to gag and so she didn't. Kristy's body tried to struggle, she tried to move her hands up to stop him, as he began to push into her throat. But the orders to suck him held, and she couldn't make her body do anything that would go against that order. Instead her hands just went on his hips, not exerting any pressure or pushing him away at all.
The moans that Kristy was making made her vocal cords vibrate, massaging Sam's cock, especially when he shoved all the way in and forced her to deep throat him. His ex's nose was buried in his pubic hair with each thrust, and she just kept sucking and gurgling against his meat. Pulling her hair out of her pony tail, he grabbed a handful of it, enjoying the feel of physical control as well as mental.
"Fuck yeah," he moaned... "Oh baby I've dreamed about having your lips around my cock, sucking me off. You have no idea how good this feels."
Kristy could feel herself getting wet as Sam pulled at her hair, his dick thickening inside of her mouth. Sam had never talked dirty to her before. Maybe because he thought she wouldn't like it. After all, Kristy didn't like it when he cursed under normal circumstances. In some ways she really was a big prude... but maybe only because she wanted someone to come along and push her boundaries. And now Sam was crashing right through them.
As his dick got thicker and longer, it burned in her throat as he fucked her mouth. Suddenly torrents of cum were gushing into her mouth, and immediately she started swallowing. The taste was mostly bitter and only slightly sweet, a strange flavor that her nose recognized the smell of from all the times she and Sam had had sex. Using her hair, Sam held her lips pressed against his body as he shot cum straight down into her belly. Even though she was starting to feel slightly dizzy from lack of air, Kristy couldn't do anything but swallow and take it.
When Sam finally finished cumming and pulled away she gasped for air, gulping in deep breaths.
