refinedcaveman:I ran out of words. Just… Stupid. There was no other way to describe me at that point
refinedcaveman:I ran out of words. Just… Stupid. There was no other way to describe me at that point of my life. Humiliating. She stood right in front of me, her look of surprise transforming into a triumphant one.I guess I need to go back to high school. Me? Lacrosse star. Maybe not the most coveted guy in high school but I was damn good looking, in damn good shape, and after the first, word got around: I wasn’t in baseball but still had a long bat.So I had a constant base of interested girls. Which made me, quite admittedly, an arrogant bastard. I often sat at class, get togethers, and dinners with my toy in turn… I’d look around, often getting the smug satisfaction that I was -undoubtedly- the hottest person in the room. By 12th, I was one mean asshole. There’s no excuse. Even less to what I did to poor Annie.My toy in turn (I can’t even remember her name, I was that terrible) had found Annie’s notebook. My name surrounded by hearts and, a few pages later, some interestingly explicit history of me and her in a bathtub.I hunted Annie down. The poor overweight girl jumped when I slammed my hand against the wall, next to her face.“I’ve always boiled for you. Or was it ‘my blood boils when I see you’? ‘It travels down to my crotch…’,” I said out loud. Annie paled. How could I know the words of her story? “Annie. Wake the fuck up. The day you’re hot, not only will I fuck you like in that story, I’ll be your slave all night long.”I will not repeat what I said after that. It was disgraceful that I could even utter those words. Annie bolted and her school year wasn’t great.I honestly had forgotten about that, I had done so many terrible things, Annie was only one name among tens.I had truly forgotten until, a thousand miles away, fifteen years later, The hottest milf of the rock bar stood in front of me with recognition in her eyes and asked, “Haverhill?”I tried searching in my memory for work, University, the gym where I spent so much time… Then I blanched.“Annie??”The word sliced its way out of my throat.“Haverhill.”The fact that she didn’t say the city where I moved from in high school (hence, my nickname in several contexts) like some kind of curse was beyond me.“I am so sorry! Jeez. I really can’t apologize profusely enough, Annie! I was shit back then. There’s no excuse, Annie, I’m–”“Relax. We were in high school. We were kids that didn’t know better.”“That’s bullshit. I was detached from empathy, I was a dick,” I looked straight into her eyes. “Good God, I can’t even look at you in the eye without feeling like trash.”I barked a bitter laugh when I remembered the closing statement, “I guess I do own you a night of slavery.”Annie laughed. Her laugh was magical. It was as if my cruelty hadn’t touched an innocent part of her. Made me feel worse. She smiled, “you remember that.”“I mean, I know you wouldn’t do anything to the guy that fucked up your high school, but I hope you didn’t start working out this hard because I fucked everything up.”“Of course not!” Annie laughed but her smile didn’t reach her eyes and the lie was evident. I felt pain in my chest. But then, Annie started thinking hard and looked at me. “Are you a man of your word, Haverhill?”“Of course! But what does that have to do with– are you serious?”Annie didn’t look at me, “god knows I could use the catharsis even after all these years.”My mouth dried. I cleared my throat and muttered her name. She looked at me and I said, “I’m a man of my word. You say when.”***She stood right in front of me, her look of surprise transforming into a triumphant one.“Give me your number, Haverhill,” she said, testy.I did so, unwavering. “You’ll get a text tomorrow. Are you free by 6 tomorrow?”“In theory not. But I won’t fuck this up. Consider it done, Annie.”The woman gasped. It was, for a second, as if high school Annie had been noticed by high school Haverhill and he’d been courteous. As if she’d forgotten the impressive, sharp-looking woman she’d become. Honestly, the fact that she was hot was the least of her qualities. I had really run a number on her.I cancelled my 5:00 appointment and the two following that one. I exited my consultation room and told the secretary (the three psychologistd and myself, the psychiatrist, shared a single secretary) to not wait for me when she said, “uh… Haverhill?’My blood froze. Tiffany definitely did not know the nickname.“I have a note from Annie: bring red wine. Fruity… And… Omigosh,” Tiffany looked flustered. She cleared her throat and motioned me to come closer. When I did, she whispered so the patient waiting for Wally wouldn’t hear. “And bring your tightest underwear. Show off for me that… Uh…”She rather put a post it in my hand: “show off for me that Bat of yours.”Tiffany looked ready to die on the spot, “I’m sorry, Annie said this was absolutely serious in spite of what it sounds like.”“She’s right. You did nothing wrong, don’t worry.”Showing up at the address I was texted wasn’t easy but I had to set things right somehow. The door opened. She was in an unflattering robe. Her hair was tied in a tight ponytail.“You actually came,” Annie was surprised. “In fact, I didn’t even change thinking you wouldn’t be here.”“I will set things right, whatever it takes…” I trailed off. Her posture wasn’t surprised: her shoulders were back and down. She presented with flat affect, not euthymia. Her lips were tight but her– before I go full psychiatrist on you: she was pretending. And she saw me catch it.“Lose the clothes. Down to your underwear, Haverhill.”“I… What?”Her eyes narrowed down, “strip. Now.”“Sure,” I was confused as fuck. But obeyed…“Be quick about it,” she snapped.“Okay, okay!”“It’s, ‘yes, ma'am’,” she stressed. “Well, well, they weren’t kidding. You are packing, after all.”“Yes, ma'am,” I tried. My brain was quickly working things out. “Thank you, ma'am.”“Good boy,” she smiled with a Flicker of warmth.I couldn’t help liking the reward tone. I reasoned that–“Put the wine on the table and follow me.”I did so. The fact that she was a Domme of this sort implied that she took control of the situation by–“We don’t have all night, Haverhill.”“Sorry, ma'am.”I followed her voice and stopped dead in my tracks. Annie was sitting on her couch wearing lingerie instead of a stereotypical leather corset but her hand did hold a crop, “what are you waiting for? It’s not gonna lick itself, Haverhill.”“Of course, ma'am,” I rushed there.“Stop. On your knees. Good. Now crawl to me.”That was fucking embarrassing and I gave in without a second thought.“Good boy,” she whispered again. I was a grown-ass man and I liked hearing her say that. It implied serious repressed–“Get to work.”Instead of answering, I knelt. She spread her legs and I gasped. No underwear. Shaved. I kissed her knee and trailed kissed on my way up. Her hand went to my hair and encouraged me to not tease. She pulled me, not harshly against her crotch.“Lick.”“Wouldn’t you prefer–”Annie pressed my face, hard, against her.“Lick that cunt,” she whispered with an icy tone.I fucking went to town on her. All my experiences had to be for something. I needed to compensate for everything I’d done. I licked hard and thoroughly.“Such a good boy,” there was heavy derision coating her words… And yet, they hit home.I licked harder, faster, sucking on the clit every now and then but keeping it varied so she wouldn’t have any area overstimulated, I didn’t want her too sore.“Not bad. I may even praise you if you keep going at it,” Annie said. I went down on her until she gasped with delight.The worst part was my mind. I was perfectly aware of how coping mechanisms popped up on my brain, how every rationalization twisted the facts until I was happy with what she was doing to me. It was worrisome, like being in the passenger seat of a car with a careless driver.“I’m going to fuck you now,” Annie said, matter-of-factly. “While I wouldn’t mind using your tongue to cum, I’m gonna ride Haverhill, like half of every class wanted back then.”“Now you’re flatteri–”“Did I ask you a question?” Annie growled. The crop landed on my upper back hard enough to be a clear warning.“No, ma'am.”“Shut up, then,” Annie scoffed. “on your back. Nice body, Haverhill.”“Thank you, ma'am,” I hated myself got brightening up to her compliment. “I work hard on it.”“I can tell. But we’re not here to talk about that. Listen to me. You are not allowed to cum until I do.”“I understand, ma'am.”“If you disobey me, I’ll be angry, slave. You do not want that,” Annie’s icy tone made my skin crawl.“I understand, ma'am,” I repeated.“Good. Aim your dick up for me to sit on it.”“Annie, condoms?” I asked, totally skipping protocol.Instead of glowering, she was surprised, “ah, bollocks! I forgot to send you the test results! Haverhill… Why are you smiling?”“'Ah, bollocks’, it’s been years since I heard you use it.”“Hah. Yet. Right. Anyway. I forgot to send you my STD results. I’m clean. I’m on the pill. I know it’s too much to ask but…”“… But I trust you,” I said, out of the stupid, horny blue.“You do?” Annie’s eyes grew wider, like she couldn’t believe Haverhill, highschool lacrosse star, was willing to give her his trust. Plenty of years later. A smile formed on her lips. She put the crop away as she climbed on me. “It’s set, then. Point it upwards because I’m going to straddle you… Then I’m going to slowly… Slowly… God, yes… Sit… On that big dick of yours… Remember: cum before me and you’ll get punished. Fuck. I think you’re gonna poke my lung with that thing.”I chuckled.Annie slapped me. She fucking slapped me!“Was that funny, slave?”“No, ma'am,” I said, still surprised by the stinging on my cheek.“Fuck. You’re big.”I bit back the usual cocky comment repertoire I had ready every time a girl said that.She wasted no time. Once she’d spent a few seconds adjusting to my size she began to ride me hard, like she wanted to grind my hip bone to dust. It was damn glorious. It had been years since I had a steady partner and I definitely didn’t risk raw sex with anyone I didn’t fully trust. Her unprotected pussy squeezed more at the base, the tip had gotten up to this area that she couldn’t consciously tighten up. Posterior fornix, if you were wondering.Annie gasped. I didn’t point out she hadn’t taken my complete length.“Make me cum, slave,” the words barely came out of her, the wind almost knocked out of her by her own efforts at riding me.“Can I put my hands on you?”“Yes, you may,” Annie whispered.I knew my body and how to use my dick. I helped her control the movement and pulled hard at an angle to force my glans to rub directly against that spot I’d found.She slapped me again. What the fuck.“That’s for humiliating me in public.”“Thank you, ma'am.”Annie groaned with approval as I thanked her for my punishment. She slapped my chest so damn hard, I knew I’d have her handprint for hours.“That’s for being a superficial Asshole.”“Thank you, ma'am,” I half-closed an eye.She slapped my other pec, “this is because you like pain.”“Thank you, ma'am,” I hated she was right. “I like giving and receiving pain.”“Let me give you a sample of my rewards. Try to tear me apart, slave,” Annie’s eyes sparkled. “Don’t you dare cum before me. But make it hurt.”“Yes, ma'am,” I panted. I gripped her thighs and pulled hard in the angle that would allow me full penetration. I couldn’t get any deeper. I pressed fucking hard. Annie winced as her body couldn’t accommodate more of me.It was all it took. She released a short gasp as if I’d punched her gut. Liquid rushed out of her and splashed on my lower torso.“Shit,” I gasped in amazement.A hand cruelly pulled my hair, “more!”I obeyed and she immediately let go, allowing me to work our bodies to the fullest. She became so tight as her orgasm overtook her, I winced with pain.“Can I… Ma'am, can I..?”“Inside me,” Annie was barely able to join the words together.She squirted again as either a second orgasm hit her or the first one elongated. Our pace was still frantic. I groaned with the effort…My head fell back. Well. I, in fact, slammed my head against the cushioned surface. With a gasp, I came inside a woman, after years of not feeling the fulfilling sensation.When the first jet of cum plastered itself against her depths, she ran her fingernails down my chest. Not enough to make me bleed but enough to make my skin sing with pain. I dug my fingers into her flesh and pressed hard, to give her pain by smashing my dick against her inner limits.“Ffffu–” Annie couldn’t even finish the word. Her mouth hung open as I kept on filling her…She collapsed on top of me.“If Susie could see me now,” Annie giggled, her hands on my chest, her face against my neck.“She’d have a fit. She didn’t understand she was never my type,” I remembered.“You’ve never done this, huh?”I didn’t go for humor, instead, I went for the truth, “never. This is… Strange.”“You’re good at it,” Annie caressed my scalp and gave me kisses on my jaw line. Aftercare. Made sense. I was confused as fuck. My sense self worth was having a crisis.“Thank you.”“I won’t ask you to do this again even if you originally said for a night. This was more than I ever thought possible,” she kept caressing me, reassuring.“Tomorrow we can try again.”“Tomorrow?”“This is confusing, this is going to take time, but if you aren’t interested…”“You’re mine now, mister,” Annie whispered, giving me a quick peck on the cheek. “Besides, you’ve still got to do me the way you made all those girls blabber about you for months.”“I’ll do my best, ma'am.”“It’s Annie right now.”“Kiss me, Annie?”Annie chuckled and gave me a, “holy shit, in the end, what I wrote just paled in comparison. Haverhill asking me to kiss him.”I gently rolled on top of her and whispered, “you’re gonna have to rewrite the whole, 'my blood boils for you’, Annie.”She pinched my butt, “don’t push your luck, mister.”“Not a chance, ma'am.”We made out patiently until I was hard again… -- source link