“I know I wasn’t what you wanted, that I don’t have a body like mistress, but I wanted to thank you for humoring me and my fucked-up needs and desires as well as you did. I wanted you all to myself, but I realized more and more each day that I couldn’t be enough. You needed Ashley, someone whose heart was big enough to share with you. Yes, I had known she strayed… in fact, it had been my idea all along. I figured if I could make you leave her, I might get you to myself, so I pushed and pushed until she gave in.
“It wasn’t until after, when I saw how I hurt you and hurt her and ruined your relationship, that I realized what I’d done—and worse, that I still wasn’t what you wanted. I was crushed, and I lashed out in the pain of rejection. When you threw me out, I lost it. I have nothing without you, and without the best thing I ever had, I don’t see any point to going on.
“I love you, and I’m sorry, and I hope that all the things I’ve broken can still be fixed.
“With love forever, Emily.” She set down the letter in her lap, sniffling. “DJ, I’m so sorry. I had no idea she felt that way.”
“Yeah. It sure sounds like she felt bad over breaking us up. I never would’ve believed she was responsible for what happened with you and Tony.”
“Look, I don’t want to point fingers at her before she’s even cold,” Ashley said. “But… yeah. You never gave me a chance to explain.”
“So that’s it, was it? Bad advice, and jealous of me for sleeping around but couldn’t make yourself tell me?”
“Does it have to be something more sinister?”
He shrugged. “I guess not. I guess Emily felt pretty terrible for breaking us up. I’ve been thinking it over all evening, and maybe… maybe we owe it to her to give it another shot. What do you think?”
She brightened immediately, dropping the letter beside her and sauntering over to him. “I think… well, I guess I think it’s awesome something good can come out of this. I couldn’t imagine facing this news alone. And now you don’t have to either.”
She sank into his lap and kissed him. It was happening fast, but maybe that was for the best. He hadn’t wanted to have a long discussion about this with her. She’d accepted and now it was time to move on with it.
“Ashley, would you mind…? It’s been a while.” He glanced down.
She took his meaning immediately, and grinned broadly. “What, little miss blondie bitch too good to get on her knees and take care of you? Well don’t you worry, asshole. I’m gonna suck your fucking brains out through your cock.”
She sunk to her knees while he removed his belt and helped her get his cock out. In a moment, her mouth was wrapped around it, lovingly sucking him off with a fervor even beyond her normal. One thing he’d found to be true—Ashley was one hell of a cocksucker. Not the best he’d had, but the girl tried harder than anyone he’d had.
It took her a while to get him hard, but she was determined, pulling out every trick in her slut playbook. Eye contact, the little moans, and of course ditching her shirt and letting those glorious tits of hers out.
“Oh fuck, I’m so glad you’re letting me do this,” she said between loving slurps. “I missed your cock more than you could believe.”
“I bet you have,” he said. “I’m glad you like it so much, because…”
Ashley’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion and she pulled back slightly. “Because…? Because whmmmmph!” She squealed in surprise as he wrapped his belt around the back of her head and pulled her snugly down onto his cock. He made sure to pull her down until his cock was good and lodged in her throat. She twitched uncomfortably as her air passage was cut off, though—of course—she couldn’t much make herself fight him. She knelt before him, choking on his cock, not offering the least bit of resistance.
“Ashley… I need some answers from you, but I can’t stand to hear another goddamn word out of your mouth. I realize it’s rather cliché, but we’re going to do the old blink once for yes, twice for no, OK? You understand? C’mon, Ashley, your air’s not gonna hold out forever. Tell me you understand.”
Blink.
“Oh hey, nobody said to ease up on the blowjob either. Just because you got a cock in your throat doesn’t mean you can’t use some tongue, give it a little TLC right? Seeing as how you always loved sucking my cock so much, I’d hate for you to miss out on your last opportunity.”
Blink. With wide eyes, she resumed her ministrations.
“Good girl.” He patted her forehead. “Remember that, how excited Emily used to get when we said that? Maybe that could be your role, now, take over for her? I could dress you up in slutty little costumes, you could walk along in my shadow with your head bent down submissively, I could loan you out to people when I didn’t have a use for you. You could do all my little chores for me, drop out of school and just serve me full-time. Would you like that?”
Blink blink.
“But you’d do it for me, wouldn’t you? I mean, I’d be so upset if you wouldn’t, I’d feel like you hated me… would you do it, just to show me you can put up with my wants and needs?”
She hesitated. He tugged a little harder on the belt.
Blink.
“Maybe we could even dye your hair blonde—don’t you think you’d look precious? My big-titted blonde sex slave. We could even change your name to something nice and cute to match the new you. I think you’d look like a Bambi. Or maybe a Barbie. Something adorable like that. How about it? Can I have your name legally changed? Maybe get it inked on your forehead?”
Blink. She didn’t even pause this time. If he wanted it, she’d tolerate it. No questions asked.
However, she was starting to spasm a little as she ran out of oxygen, so he loosened his grip on his belt. “DJ!” she cried after a few gasps for air. “Why…! Why are you—”
He reeled her back in, and she didn’t even need another reminder to continue licking his shaft as it gagged her. “Oh, a hot little sex slave is a precious commodity. I guess I’m spoiled now, huh. And since you took away my last one…”
Blink blink. Blink blink.
“No?” he asked dubiously. “You don’t think I know you’re behind it? You think I’m that stupid, do you? Well, who could blame you I guess. After all, I fell for every bit of bullshit you fed me all semester, let you pull me into all your dirty little games. To be honest, I hardly even doubted you cared. I mean, I knew you loved my power more than you loved me—that was obvious. But I really had thought there was more to it than that. I guess we see what we want to see, huh.”
He paused; she didn’t seem to know if the question was rhetorical, but she obviously didn’t want to waste more of her limited air supply wondering if she should respond. Blink.
“It was Emily who tipped me off, actually, when she blew up at me last week. Gave me a good look at myself from the outside. I’d gotten so use to everyone being so nice to me, so accommodating, that I’d sort of forgotten they could hold a different opinion in private. After all, how could you respect me when you had me wrapped around your finger?”
Blink blink.
“Oh, don’t bother. I get it. You’re one ambitious bitch, Ashley—you want what you want and you’ll do anything to get it. You just got greedy is all. Sloppy. Then when you lost me, you realized just what you’d pissed away—and I don’t mean some bullshit true-love romance, but… the power. You’d had your taste, and just couldn’t handle losing it. Do anything to get it back.”
Ashley swallowed around his cock, moaning the way he liked to hear, but never stopped double-blinking at him as she worked to get him off.