It was too much to hold in, the way she begged and moaned out for me as she soaked her fingers in her own sweet juices. It felt like I was going to explode if I didn’t let myself fall over that edge and into the torrential flood of my impending orgasm.
“Cum for me,” I said, pointing my phone’s camera right at my red, throbbing cock to give her a little visual of her own. I pumped that shaft harder and hard, ordering her in a low, growling voice to cum while she looked at my cock.
It felt so sudden, almost unexpected, though I had been building up to this release since the moment I’d come home from practice that day. I reveled in the complete control I had over Jessica, the way she surrendered herself to me and obeyed like an obedient servant. She was mine, and that thought alone was enough to drive me right over the edge.
My cock throbbed hard, nearly bringing me to my knees as I worked my rigid shaft up and down. I closed my eyes, throwing my head back as the looming wave of my climax crashed down right on top of me, my heavy balls tightening as I felt the warm gush of my own cum ejecting from the swollen tip of my dick. I cried out, my eyes closed tight with every spasm from my shaft, ropes of my seed covering my fingers and dripping onto the floor.
As I opened my eyes I looked down at the video feed and saw Jessica’s face.
She bit down hard on her bottom lip, doing her best to silence the moans and whimpers that were doing their damnedest to escape. Her face contorted in what almost seemed like pain, except for the smile that was plastered across her face. Her eyes stared up into the camera, looking at me over the live feed as she came hard all over her fingers.
“Did I go good, Sir?” she asked me.
In all the times I’d been with a woman, no one had ever had me more satisfied than Jessica. Even in our little sexting sessions I’d never felt happier, never felt so satisfied than I did with her.
“You did perfectly, my pet,” I replied, lounging on my bed, my eyes half open as the afterglow began to wash over me. “This was one of the best yet.”
“I’m glad you liked it,” she said, looking up at me seductively.
“Now it’s time for bed,” I replied barely able to keep my own eyes open. I’d come to love our little night-time rituals, each one making me eager for the coming day as I planned new ways I could satisfy Jessica’s need to be subservient.
“Yes, Sir,” she replied. “Do you have any orders for me? Shall I wear something special for you?”
I smiled lazily, pondering the question for a moment before I replied.
“Something slutty,” I typed, a grin on my face as I added “and don’t you dare wear any panties.”
“Yes, Sir,” Jess replied. “Goodnight.”
I hit he little red button on the screen to end the facetime call, then lay back in my bed, my eyes closed and a smile on my face. Everything seemed so perfect, like I’d walked right into a dream—a dream I’d had over and over again for the past few years. Jessica and I were finally together, finally free to hold one another the way I’d always wanted. She was mine, and I wasn’t about to let her go for one minute.
Maybe, just maybe, all of this will work, I thought as my eyes closed and I rested my head on my pillow. I have the girl of my dreams and everything is finally working out.
I pulled the blankets up over myself as I imagined for once what the future would hold beyond the next fuck, the next game or even the next party. Life seemed different now that Jessica was actually a part of it instead of a minor player. I’d made the right move. I could have been at Yale, hundreds of miles away from the one girl I’d always wanted… Instead, I was here, and she was mine.
“I made the right choice,” I said to the dark emptiness of my dorm room, my eyes closing once last time before the start of a brand new day.
Chapter 11
Jessica
“You’re such a freak!” Becky squealed from across the room.
“Hey! Be nice,” I said, feigning offense. “You were the one who told me that I should have had sex with him a long time ago!”
“I know, but I didn’t think that you’d ever actually do it!” she laughed, rolling onto her bed. “I’m proud of you!”
I’d waited at least a week before I’d let Becky in on me and Richard’s little secret, just to be sure that I wasn’t getting ahead of myself. Ever since I’d spilled the beans, it was all she was able to talk about whenever I was around. Becky wanted every single detail of our time together, especially all about what we did outside of the bedroom. She seemed to get a kick out of hearing about the things Richard would order me to do.
Richard’s commands usually left me feeling so hungry for him that I was ravenous by the time I saw him. Classes often got in the way of our face-to-face encounters, but that never stopped us from enjoying one another.
“It feels weird saying this, but I don’t think I’ve ever felt this good in my entire life. It’s like I hadn’t started actually living until I started actually being with Richard.”
“Does that mean you love him?” Becky asked, her grin only growing wider.
I’d been the kind of person who swore I’d never really fall in love, not in that sappy love story sort of way you’d always imagined from fairytales and romance novels. Becky knew I hated that sappy sort of drivel, and the fact that I was practically gushing over my stepbrother in way I’d never once spoke about Michael made her all the happier.
“I didn’t say that,” I replied, crossing my arms and turning my gaze away. I could already feel my cheeks flushing with color at the thought of actually whispering those words to Richard, confessing my feelings for him, and not merely my own lustful desires, but the desires of my heart. It was almost infuriating how emotional I was getting, waxing on in a sappy internal monologue of all the ways I craved his presence, the look into his eyes and merely swoon like some pathetic schoolgirl. I felt like a fool… and yet I’d never been happier in my life.
“But you meant it,” Becky giggled, practically squealing in excitement. “You’ve got it so bad for him! And not just in your pants!”
“Shut up!” I said, turning toward her in a mock display of anger. “I don’t want to talk about it”
“Touchy tonight,” she said, playing at being wounded by my outburst though I could see her grin still peeking through her mask of feigned reproachfulness. “I guess if you didn’t want to talk about all this lovey stuff, then I won’t tell you about my love life.”
“What?” I blinked, sitting up slightly in bed as I looked across the room at her. “What do you mean?”
“I mean that I’ve met someone!” she said, biting at her lip excitedly. “About two weeks ago.”
“And you didn’t tell me?” I asked, feeling somewhat hurt for being kept out of the loop, thought after I’d hid my relationship with Richard for just as long I couldn’t really blame her. “What’s his name?”
“Greg,” she said, smiling bashfully. “He’s the sweetest guy I’ve ever met, and he’s so good with computers. In fact, that’s how we met.”
“Through the computer?” I asked, frowning slightly. I never liked the idea of online dating, especially the layer of anonymity it created, letting practically anyone pretend to be someone else. “Like, on a dating site?”
“No, stupid,” she laughed, “I met him in class. My laptop had crashed right in the middle of a lecture, and I thought I’d lost everything! But all of a sudden he taps me on the shoulder from the next row up and asks if I need any help. So he takes my laptop and before I know it he’s handing it back in no time at all with everything back exactly like it was! And when I looked at the document that was open on the screen it had his number on it.”