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She released his shaft again with a snap. His cock looked like an arrow frozen mid-flight.
Ryan
was like an arrow frozen mid-flight, trapped in a moment in time. She had trapped him and she was in control.

“Now,” she said, pausing to wipe her mouth, “do you remember what I said you were going to do? How you were going to perform for me?”

“Yes, M-Mistress.”

“Why are you stammering, Ryan? Don't worry, I won't hurt you. Well, I might if you don't do as I say. So what are you going to do?”

“I'm going to finish you with my mouth.” A drop of pre-cum formed on his tip and she licked it up greedily.

“Yes, Ryan, that's exactly what you're going to do. You're going to pleasure me and I'm going to come all over your perfect, pretty face.”

She rose to her feet on the bed and slowly slid her panties off. He noticed, for the first time, that they were lime green. His eyes followed her panties as they slid down her legs, and he noticed, also for the first time, how well-shaped and slender her legs were. Her skin was unblemished all the way down and her feet looked soft and elegant.

She had watched his eyes track her body, relish in her body, her curves. She bit her lip briefly before dropping down onto him again, still holding her lime green underwear, her bald pussy hovering just millimeters above his chest. He strained to look down and saw the bulge of her clit. Her outer lips were rounded, and her inner lips peeked through just slightly. They were glistening.

“Do you want to smell me?” Alexa asked. Ryan hesitated and her free hand came cracking down on his cheek once again, stinging him into submission. “I said, do you want to smell me?”

He nodded. “Yes, Mistress.”

She lifted her panties to his face and pressed them against his nose and mouth. They were wet. He inhaled deeply, smelling her scent and, after a few shuddering breaths, his eyes locked with hers and she let her panties drop off his face. His cock twitched.

Desire was staring out of her eyes, dripping out of her pores. She was going to be rough. She was going to push him to his limits because he was hers and she would get all that she could, all that she wanted, from him. He had to know it and perhaps he had to be reminded of it.

She let her hand slide slowly toward his sack and cupped his testicles. His eyes widened in alarm.

“Uh, uh, uh,” Alexa said quickly, shaking her head, a smile tugging slightly at the corners of her mouth. “Don't say anything.”

Perspiration was beading on his forehead, and his neck had a sheen that extended down to in between his pecs. She licked it and tasted salt before leaning forward to kiss Ryan tenderly, her tongue exploring his mouth.

She climbed slowly up his naked body, leaning with her arms against the headboard, until her pussy was positioned right over his face. Ever so slowly, she lowered herself onto him, and whispered, “please me, Ryan. Please your Mistress.”

His tongue darted out of his mouth to press firmly against her folds, licking upward in one smooth motion before closing his lips around her clit and sucking. Every muscle in her body tightened as he sucked hard, before releasing her swollen clit to tongue it playfully.

God, he's good, she thought, relishing the feel of his lips stroking her folds before his tongue emerged again to press against her clit. He was teasing her, making her so, so wet.

He pulled his tongue slowly down through her lips and she shivered as her hairs on the back of her neck pricked up. She arched back, letting all of her weight rest on her legs and Ryan's face, and cupped her breasts, squeezing and twisting her nipples. A soft moan escaped her, and she began to grind softly on him as his tongue worked her clit expertly.

He was still teasing her, sweeping his tongue up through her labia before flicking it at her clit and moving back down to her entrance. He ringed her entrance and then repeated it all again. Once, twice, three times, four times--

The teasing stopped and he settled into a pattern on her clit, sucking it tightly while tonguing it left to right, right to left. He maintained a vacuum around her clit, forcing more blood into it. Her sensitivity grew and she felt that plateau coming toward her.

“Oh God, Ryan, finish me. Make me come!”

He began to suck her clit harder, work it faster with his tongue. Alexa's breathing quickened, and she reached back for his hard cock, squeezing it firmly and pumping it up and down slowly. She could feel his heartbeat in his throbbing shaft, blood pulsating through his veins, quickening with every moment that went by, mirroring her own quickened breaths, shorter and sharper as she approached climax.

“Oh God, yes, right there, faster! Harder, Ryan, you bitch, harder!”

He moaned beneath her and the vibrations shot through her, building her pleasure and she let out a half laugh, half yelp.

“Right there, bitch, right there!”

Ryan's tongue had found the right spot and he knew what he was doing. Her weight was sagging even more onto his face as she ground it harder and harder, gyrating up and down over his powerful, practiced tongue as it worked her, heated her inside.

She could feel her juices, she was so wet. She knew they must be running down his face, running into his mouth, and the thought brought her right up to the precipice. She was nearly there, staring over into a pool of pleasure into which she would plunge. Just a small nudge--

Ryan pushed his tongue into her and she convulsed. Her pussy tightened around him and she came forcefully, riding and grinding his face as pleasure enveloped her, crashed into her from all sides, wave after wave. She let out a long moan that gradually softened into quick, hurried pants, her weight nearly fully on him. His tongue was no longer moving, but pressed powerfully against her folds, the top of his tongue pressed against her clit. He knew she would be sensitive now, that every movement of his tongue would send spikes of sensation piercing outward from her clit. So he let his tongue lie on her pussy, like a carpet or like clothing, keeping it snug as the pleasure of her orgasm faded slowly, dripped off her like water.

She sat back slowly onto his chest and looked down at him. On his cheeks and around his mouth was a mixture of her cum and his saliva. She leaned forward and licked across his lips, tasting herself.

She whispered, her face close to his, “you did well for your Mistress, little bitch. What's next, do you think?”

She sat up, and his eyes crept to her breasts, past her nipples, erect from her pinches, to settle onto the glistening pink of her pussy.

“Yes! You remember, Ryan. I'm going to fuck you. Can you fuck as well as you give oral?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“I hope so, for your sake.” She tapped his face lightly with her palm a few times before slapping it again for good measure. “Listen, you are going to fuck my ass, do you hear me, bitch boy? It’s what I have decided. You're going to fuck my ass and you're not going to come until I tell you. You please me, and you may yet be pleased yourself. If not-” She broke off, sliding backwards until she could feel the hard of his cock on the small of her back. “Well, let's just say that you probably won't like it. I'll leave the rest to your imagination.”

He nodded and said, “yes, Mistress.” On his face was painted lust, but, behind that, she caught a glimmer of worry, of anxiety. What would she do if he failed? Even she didn't know yet, but his mind was obviously whirring. She had him and he was helpless. Her hand slid slowly to her clit and she stroked it briefly while looking at him.

Alexa quickly hopped off the bed and removed the lube from her bedside table. She squeezed out a handful and massaged the cold jelly onto Ryan's cock and he tensed, surprised by the temperature.

She looked at him out of narrowed eyes and, his mouth briefly poised to make a sound, shut tightly.

“Good boy,” she said, “because I don't want to hear a word out of you unless it's 'yes, Mistress!’”

She squirted a large dollop of lubricant onto her index finger and massaged it in, making sure it was properly slick. She began to work it slowly around her knot before gradually pushing it in, moving in small, circular strokes, warming herself up, and getting ready to take him. He was thick and she could barely keep her eyes off his shaft, his skin stretched tightly over thick, bulging veins.

His eyes watched her as she worked herself, eager anticipation on his face. She turned around, granting him a view of her full ass, each half a round and smooth globe displayed to him, showing him her finger deep inside herself, stretching her hole, preparing to be take him in whole. His lubricated cock stood stiffly between them. It twitched, and she brought her hands down to his sack to cup his balls.

“Remember, bitch. You don't come until I do.”

He nodded, the look of hunger in his eyes not wavering for a second.

She positioned herself above his rigid cock, and guided it carefully so that his tip was pressed against her entrance. He shivered as she began to slowly lower herself, feeling the pressure build as his wide head began to open her. She pushed downward forcefully, and he slid into her. She gasped, feeling a sting of pain that subsided quickly as she grew used to his girth. She loved the feeling of a big, wide cock inside her ass. It danced the line between pleasure and pain briefly, before the distinction seemed to fade. They became mingled, intertwined, and it was something she relished.

Beneath her, Ryan let escape a groan, and he pushed his pelvis forward, thrusting powerfully, lifting her entire weight off the bed in a single motion. She leaned forward and dug her nails into his chest, and began to move up and down, her hips gyrating back and forth on his cock, pushing backward as hard as she could, and pushing him as deep inside as possible.

She quickened, sliding his cock in and out of her ass with greater speed, and his eyes rolled backwards and he let out a sigh. No, she thought, not yet. She brought up a hand and slapped him hard across his face before moving it to his throat. She put her weight on his throat, choking him, while she worked herself up and down on him.

His cock completely filled her and her pussy grew wet as her clit swelled, blood gushing into it. She could feel that spark ignited, and she rode him harder and faster, pushing him as deep inside as possible with each rocking movement. She slammed into him over and over, pleasure welling up inside her.

His eyes were again closing and she knew he was close. She choked him harder and said in between pants from behind gritted teeth, “don't you dare come, you bitch!”

“Y-yes M-Mistress,” he said from behind strangled gasps.

Keeping one hand on his neck, she moved the other toward her swollen bud. It burned with anticipation, and when she made contact it sent fire streaking through her.

More of her weight was on Ryan's neck, choking him as she fucked him, as she worked herself.

She pumped her tight ring faster and faster on his cock, up and down, up and down. She was nearing that plateau again, and the feeling of his cocking pounding into her with every thrust of his hips, every time she came slamming down onto him, had her right on the edge again, nearly there. Her fingers expertly massaged her pearl and, for a fleeting moment, she had dived off the cliff, a lagoon of pleasure stretching out before her.

Time seemed to slow before she plunged into pleasure, and she arched her back and let out a wild scream as she rode him, coming in spasms while his cock continued to thrust into her ass.

“Come, you bitch!”

He thrust upward as she came crashing down onto his cock, and let out a stifled grunt as he exploded deep inside her, his cock twitching repeatedly as shot after shot of his seed was expelled into her. She collapsed onto him, her pussy still clenched from an orgasm that had lasted longer than any she'd ever had.

She relaxed on him and his cock continued to twitch a few more times before he finally exhaled, and his muscles relaxed. She lay on him for minutes, panting heavily, hearing him suck air into his lungs and feeling the rise and fall of his chest gradually slow.

He began to get soft inside her, and she rolled over, placing her head on his shoulder. He turned and kissed her forehead. The intimacy of it took her by surprise. She reached up to untie his hands, and he brought them down to wrap them around her. There was a budding emotion inside her, something she couldn't quite identify. She squirmed out from under his arms, and he sat up, looking at her.

“Did I do well, Mistress?” he asked.

“Yes, Ryan.” She smiled at him. “You did well.” While she said this, a vacant look was in her eyes. She became lost in thought as she struggled to identify this new seed that had been planted in her psyche.

“Mistress,” he said, softly.

Something perked up inside her. Her thoughts moved swiftly back to when he was helpless, when he was tied up, scared and anxious. She felt a tingle in her pussy.

The seed took root, quickly, just in a matter of minutes. This night, all of this had changed her, she began to realize.

“Mistress,” he repeated, his brow furrowed in confusion at her lack of attention, her forced distance between them.

“What is it, Ryan?” she said, after a moment, looking into his eyes. He saw that in her eyes was no longer a fire, no longer any heat. They were ice cold.

Despite himself, he asked, “can I see you again?”

The silence of the pause was palpable. Alexa's mind was a whir, speeding forward as the realization took hold of her.

“No, Ryan. You can't.”

He had been defeated, utterly. She no longer wanted him. She had near-forcibly fucker her best friend’s classmate, and now her thoughts began to dart forward into the future as she wondered who her next conquest would be. She licked her lips at the thought of a lifetime spread out before her. She could have anybody she wanted.
She would
.

And they'd be able to do nothing about it. A wicked smile parted her mouth and her eyes gleamed.

She didn't notice Ryan, having freed his ankles, pick his clothes up off the floor and leave.

J
im Stone. That was the name of the man who lived next door to me. The man who had lived next door to me for nearly eight years. The man who had snatched away my attention whenever I saw him. Yes…
that
man.