Your cock is beautiful – 35

“Your cock is beautiful” Part-35 Continues……

“But I liked it! I liked the way it made me feel, the… dirtiness, the nastiness… it excited me so much… Kept me up at night thinking about it. Dreaming about it. About you. And as much as I hated it, hated becoming the disgusting slut my mother was, I couldn’t stop. I gave all of myself to you, begging for it, being punished without fighting back, even calling you Sir, all just so I could keep feeling that incredible thrill.”

She sobbed loudly and desperately pressed herself against me. She pushed her forehead into my chest, but I ran my fingers through her hair and gently lifted her up to me.

“Hey.” I whispered, “Hey, it’s ok, it’s ok…”

“I’m sorry…” she whispered back, “I’m sorry for being so disgusting…”

“Don’t say that.” I told her, “You’re not disgusting…”

“I am, I’m just-“

“Stop it.” I told her forcefully, “Don’t say it. You’re not disgusting… not to me.”

I soothed her as she sobbed violently, clinging to me. This lasted a while, and I just kept holding her and talking gently to her.

How could I not have seen this? She’d been through so much pain, so much isolation. Just like me, I realized. She chose to hurt me all those years because she was in pain. If anyone should have noticed that, it was me.

And that stuff with her parents… I’d had no idea about any of it. Suddenly her relentless drive and ambition made more sense to me. She was a beautiful girl from a reasonably well-off background; she probably wouldn’t have to work for a living, if she didn’t want to. But she chose to dedicate all her free time towards a challenging career just so she could be her own person, and not what she thought her mom ended up as.

Eventually she calmed down, and sagged exhaustively against me.

“Sir.” she said. I was about to answer, but she continued. “Steven. Sir. Steven.”

She sighed, as if frustrated.

I lay back on the bed, about ready to collapse. Her body lay comfortably against mine, and she looked up at me in the low light.

“I’m so in love with you.” she whispered. “I think that’s the hardest part. Despite everything… I love you so much.”

I kissed her gently. Everything between us was always so difficult, for the both of us. But it seemed we really wanted this. To be together like this. All the bitterness, the nastiness and anger we hid inside ourselves… we could show it to each other. We were the same.

She smiled as she pulled away, then shook her head, still wiping away tears.

“So… I guess I’m really yours now.” she said.

My heart leapt, and I smiled widely.

“Is that right?” I asked, teasingly. “Are you mine?”

“Yesss.” she whispered, “I belong to you.”

I kissed her on the forehead and lay back. I could’ve fallen asleep just like that, but there was still more to talk about. It seemed like there always was.

“We still have to talk.” I sighed, sitting up again.

She nodded and pulled away.

“Right. This is like… a thing. A relationship.” she said.

“We need to really talk about what it means, to belong to me.” I said.

“Ok… where do we start?”

“Anywhere you want. What are you thinking about? Or… worried about?”

“Well…” she said, “Right now I guess I’m worried about… those pictures you’ve been taking…”

“What about them?”

“You said you were going to put them online, and…” she trailed off.

“I said that was a joke.” I reminded her, “No one’s going to see those.”

“Really?” she asked hopefully

I sighed. I’d made yet another fucking mistake.

“Stella, those pictures are private, and the only person other than me that will ever see them is you.” I said firmly.

She seemed surprised. I had to explain this, it was important.

“This doesn’t work unless it’s what we both want it to be.” I said. “That means that I won’t ever threaten you or blackmail you to get you to submit to me.”

“But what about the punishments?” she said.

“You can only be punished if you agree to be punished.” I said.

“Oh, yeah.” she said, as if she’d just remembered. “I guess you always make me ask for it first. I thought that was just a power thing…”

“It’s a consent thing.” I said, frowning.

She didn’t even understand the basics. My fault again.

“Listen, you obey me because you agreed to. You get punished because you agree to. If I started threatening to show off your pictures, or if I used violence to make you do something you didn’t want to… well, it’d be a very different relationship, wouldn’t it?” I said.

She paused, thinking over what I’d said.

“Yeah.” she said eventually, “It would be different…”

“Ok, so, you have to understand that nothing you can say or do will ever make me show those pictures to anyone. They’re private, forever. You have to trust me.” I said.

She smiled widely, so suddenly it was startling.

“I trust you.” she said, “That much I know. I trust you.”

“Why?” I blurted out. “How can you trust me after…”

“Because it could be worse.” she said.

I frowned. I opened my mouth to answer, but didn’t.

“You could be worse.” she said, smiling at my confusion. “You think I don’t notice how even when you slap me, you never leave a bruise? I had an argument once with Mia that got a bit heated. She slapped me, and it left a mark for two days!”

She laughed, as if that were a happy memory.

“If I were in your position… If I had power over the person who… who treated me like I treated you… well, I was expecting you to be worse. I expected to wake up after losing my virginity with a black eye and a broken nose.”

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