That saturday, i needed answers.
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My hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, as i came to a stop at the Theater.
Riley was sitting in the passenger seat, wearing a short black skirt and a white top. Her midriff was distracting, and her chest was packaged neatly inside a black Bra, slightly visible underneath her top.
Her split-colored, brown and blonde hair hung playfully down her shoulders, and that silver, heartshaped necklace of hers was glimmering in the sunlight.
I've picked her up 30 minutes ago, and our talk during the ride sidelined that fatefull night we shared…
She grabed the handle of the door as i parked, but must have sensed my hesitation.
We let the silence sit for a while.
Then i broke it.
"Riley… i don't want to be cucked ever again…"
She waited, knowing i wasn't done. It was not yet her turn to speak.
"… and i really like you… but i keep thinking back to it…"
I collected myself.
"I'm… not… Riley, i'm not a cuck!"
There, i said it. That word tumbled around my mind and ate me up in the two days i havn't seen her.
Sex ruled the world. I wanted to rule. I can't do that being her cuck again.
"So… if this… thing between you and your brother…"
"Step-brother", Riley corrected softly. She let me continue.
"…Step… Whatever he is to you… I'm not interested in that kinda relationship, where i'm improving your sexlife with my presence…"
I let the words sit and linger. Riley and i watched the cars drive by. This wasn't an easy thing to respond to, i knew that.
I loved Riley. But not like this. I couldn't.
Instead of an answer, the door opened, Riley got out.
"The movie is starting! Come on already!", she mocked playfully. Her tone friendly – just like the Riley i knew, not that devil i saw that night.
Every woman housed a devil inside, and Riley was no different. The trick is to keep the door locked.
How can i lock her devil away?
I bought the tickets, some popcorn for both of us, and two drinks.
I bought the expensive couple seat at the back. I wasn't sure if ut was appropriate, but i wanted to show her where i wanted our relationship to go.
It was great.
The movie was romantic and sweet.
A love story about a guy who fought for a girl that was promised to someone else.
We had some playfull banter during it and made each other laugh.
And we even held hands. Her soft, tiny hands.l felt warm and welcoming. She interlocked our fingers halfway through the first half of the movie, and i couldn't concentrate anymore. I was holding Riley's hand…
I couldn't help but feel, that this was some kind of apology. She kept glancing at me, as if to check if i was alright.
In a way… it made me feel warm. She reminded me of my Mother, calming me down when i most needed it. But it also made me feel small. I was a man… i should be the one to make her feel alright.
Her head tilted, leaning against my shoulder. Her perfume smelled like lemon and redwine. Her hair was so soft, it cushioned the weight if her head.
Then, she leaned over. I was expecting a joke, some snarky comment or even something romantic, but came out instead was:
"Can i give you head? I really want to give head!"
Casual. The words whispered, but loud enough others might have heard. She didn't ask if i wanted it, no.
She asked for permission.
She wanted my cock.
And, despite my disbelief, i nodded.
Yes.
Her eyes lit up. This is how i can keep Riley in control: Sex.
Riley needed adventure, adrenalin and a way to escape boredom. Sex. Thats it. Thats the weapon i use to dominate her heart.
My gorgeous Date stood up, and her body covered my view. Then she sat down.
On me.
She barely weighed anything. Her soft ass was grinding on my lap. I can feel Riley put in work and i was glad we were the only ones in the back row.
I almost moaned, as her ass danced against my crotch. She moved it in different shapes.
At first, circles, then a V-shape, and 8-shape, then she freestyled, switching up her tempo and weight distribution. She knew how to make a man hard.
Did she do that to her Step-brother too sometimes?
I felt my blood pump to my cock, as it graced against Riley's ass.
She leaned forward, and her cleavage smudged against my nose. She head a beauty mark on her left boob, and i noticed they smelled heavy, but i could not make out the taste. Seawater and cinnamon.
Now thats an apology, i thought.
She kissed me. A soft, romantic, lingering kiss. Her tongue drove inside my mouth, searching for mine. Before they met, she already pulled back, leaving me wanting more.
Riley got of again, and now sat in between my legs, her hands searching for my zipper.
I helped her undo my pants, and noticed something.
Riley didn't have puppy eyes with me.
She didn't glow.
She looked as if she was doing a chore.
A wave of sadness hit me, before she glanced up and smiled slightly. I smiled back. Did i imagine it?
My cock sprung free.
I was nowhere close as impressive as her Step-brothers, and in case i needed confirmation of that fact, Riley's dissapointed sigh told me everything. I hoped i was enough for her.
She got up to wisper something into my ear. And my biggest fear came true…
"Are you not into me?"
My heart shattered into a thousand pieces. My dick was at it's hardest, but it still wasn't enough to her. How could it be? I've seen the cock she took that night. I knew i could barely compare, but i was hoping she'd lie to me.
I was hoping, she'd lie and say things like I like it or It's perfect…
But Riley was direct. Passion was her passion. I could say nothing more then:
"I'm sorry…"
She pulled back, letting a line of spit drool on my cock.
She said nothing in response. I twitched.
I felt her fingers softly grace around my cock. My eyes widened. Then i started counting.
3 fingers.
Riley used obly her middle and index-finger, as well as her thumb to jerk me off.
Not her entire, tiny hand.
It's a statement.
I didn't deserve her hand
I was too small
She didn't do it gently either. She jerked me off as if she'd never touched a dick before.
Her grip was tight, almost hurtful, as she ungracefully moved up and down.
I feel most of my sensation in my penises head. She never moved up there.
I looked at her, but she was looking away, watching thr movie with an absent mind. zjerking me off was, at most, secondary. Did i insult her?
She jerked me off the way some farmers milk their cows – unenthusiastically and cold.
It was a chore.
And i wanted to cry.
Still… i got close. It's Riley after all.
I felt an orgasm build up, the light at the end of my anxiety with her…
She would make me cum… thats all that matters.
Riley did it alone.
For me.
With me.
I tensed as i built up, and felt Riley get slower and slower, dragging out my release.
Until she came to a stop.
A complete stop.
"Riley…", i whispered, bur she was too focused on the movie.
I couldn't hold it back any longer.
"Riley!", i winsed, perhaps a bit too loud.
"Shhhh, this is the best part…", she whispered back, her eyes watching the girl on the screen choose between her two boyfriends.
Riley had made her choice too.
I came, but not before Riley let go. My ruined orgasm dripped down my shaft, onto my thighs, covering my seat in spunk.
Heavy breaths escaped me, as i took matters into my own hands and jerked myself, hoping to feel something similar to an orgasm, but it was pointless.
I was past the point of pleasure.
Riley spun around.
"What… you already came?", she whispered, more annoyed then anything.
"You… i mean… yess…", i stuttered, not knowing what to say, my heart still beating like a drum.
"I didn't even suck it yet… you came during foreplay?"
"I'm sorry…"
"It's okay…", she muttered, "Just go and clean yourself up."
So i did.
My bathroom break was short. I needed to be quick, as the break was comming up. I cleaned my crotch and washed my hands in the sink, styling my hair.
"Why did Riley do that?", i asked my reflection.
I went back to our seats.
Riley was gone.
I wasn't surprised, as the break had started. Perhaps she was buying popcorn or drinks?
I waited, scrolling on my phone, as i waited for my date to return. People started walking in again, smiling and laughing with their partners.
I was alone.
And i would he for some time.
Because even when the second half started, Riley didn't return.
Not yet.
It wasn't towards the end of the movie she returned.
She looked happy. Smiled at me.
Riley sat downon my lap, leaning towards me. She kissed me again.
For a mere moment, i felt powerfull. Having this girl on my lap, kissing me, her tongue shoving inside my mouth.
I noticed an aftertaste.
Salt.
Saliva also was never this… thick.
"Riley…", i whispered, unable to bring out more words. She clung to my lips as if glued to them. Her messy kisses violated my face. She was marking her teritory…
"A guy came up to my, and asked me for his number while you were gone…"
"Riley!", i pushed her off, "You were gone for so long. Where were you and why do you smell like…"
The words hung in the air, as i finally got a glimps of her face.
She was dripping.
Thick droplets of translucent fluid traveled down her face.
She was covered in it. Messing up even her hair.
She came closer, smiling.
"I had a better idea… so i took him to the bathroom… as i really missed out on sucking cock before… thanks to you…"
Another kiss.
"And can you believe it… i had to use both hands… not just three fingers… and my mouth… my throat…"
Kiss
"His first rope traveled from my neck to my hairline, right over my left eye…", she said, brushing my hair behind my ear.
Kiss
"His second rope was aimed at my mouth, but he underastimated his recoil. It started in my mouth, then travelled up my nostrills, until it's last spurt hit my forhead…"
Kiss
Kiss
"And his last rope… god… that was the largest one. I don't know how much cum he had left in his balls, but i wanted it all in my mouth… So i grabbed his Cock… which was still slippery from all my spit… and put it right inside my mouth…"
Kiss
Kiss
Kiss
"… He groaned, as i let his seed linger in my mouth. I played with it, let my tongue caress it all over my lips… like lipgloss…"
Kissssss
"Dillan… when i tell you i want to suck dick… i will. When i tell you i want to fuck… i will. No matter who, no matter when…"
She stopped, and i felt her hand touch my crotch. I was noticably hard. Harder then before. Harder then when her hands touched me. Her smile grew bigger.
She knew.
She knew that despite me telling her i wasn't a cuck, my body told a different story.
She knew, that nothing got me more excited then her disrespectfull nature.
And i realized it too. At this moment i understood my place in Riley's universe.
I was no Ruler.
Riley was.
I was a slave to her. Even when i masturbated, i thought back to this night she humiliated me. I was sure she knew. She knew from the beginning, when i cam on my phone.
How i was underneath her spell… her controll.
An unparalelled feeling.
I twitched, as i accpeted the role i was scared to take on at first.
Riley listened to my body.
Kisss
"Dillan… do you think you could handle bring my boyfriend?"
Kisss
I lost myself in the moment. I wasn't thinking anymore. I only saw my gorgeous Riley, happy and glowing.
With a mans cum on her face.
"Yeah… i can handle it… i love you…"
"Say it…"
"Say what?"
Rileay leaned forward.
"Correct what you said to me at the beginning of out date…"
I gasped. I knew what i said, and it's hard to deny when another mans taste lingered inside your mouth.
"Im a cuck.. your cuck…"
She smiled, as she her Index-finger scooped up a pile of cum, which she held before my mouth.
She didn't need to tell me what to do with it.
I already knew.
It tasted bitter.
(End if Chapter 4)t
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