My ears drank in his intoxicating words, causing my mind to spin and my pussy to pulsate with delight. And that is what I chose to believe - those lies that slid off his tongue like pre-cum from his over stimulated cock. He knew I do anything for him, hoping that it would result in orgasmic release.
Blindly I followed him, waiting for when he would be take me and fulfill my desires. It would never be. He playfully fondled my breasts and shoved his engorged member into my mouth, but my pussy never to feel his rhythmic thrusts. I was just some part of a twisted fantasy to keep him occupied for a few weeks until it was no longer entertained him. He thinks that I do not know how this game is played. Little does he know that I will not be taken in by his mind manipulation. I am the master. And I will take my pleasure in humiliating him.
I shall not extract the anger from my marrow. It is what drives me, almost to the edge of my own self-destruction. But then again, I can use what I have learned and entice him into an exciting event that will leave him branded.
However, the idea of turning the tables on his amusements is getting me hot. Just thinking about the look of twisted pleasure and pain on his beautiful face is almost enough to make me cum. Using the power of my pussy to demand total control from him is very erotic. I can only imagine how titillating the actual experience will be.
He does not know what lies beneath my innocent exterior. By the time I am done with him, he will not know what hit him.
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Her eyes narrow into tiny green slits, like a lioness ready to attack her prey. Very composed, she moved in swiftly for the kill. The poor boy has no clue what is about to happen to him. She waited for the perfect time to pounce and seek her vengeance. In a split second, she was engaged in a conversation with her victim. She grinned at him, and spoke a few quick words to remove the smirk off of his face. A look of surprise brightens his features. He tries to speak, but no words dare exit his mouth.
This boy, so suave and able to speak sweet enchanting words, has nothing to say. For the first time, he stares into her eyes. They have changed. Those eyes no longer look gentle and naïve, but rather powerful and confident. He is not prepared to encounter the reality of her proposition, although he is aroused by it. She flashed him a brilliant smile and slowly turned to walk away. He called out to her, but I continued to saunter down the hallway.
He is intrigued by the interesting suggestion she has made. "She must be kidding. There is no way that she would actually go through with that."
Later that night, he arrived home. He walked in and found her waiting for him, wearing black garter and black silk stockings. The stiletto heels she wore emphasized her long legs. The black satin corset caused her breasts to look exceptionally large. Upon seeing the curves of her body, he felt his erection pressing against the front of his jeans.
She pointed to a chair, indicating to him to sit down.
"What do you think?"
