Don't Come 'Round Here No More

Staggering sleepily down the stairs, you barely take notice of your disheveled appearance, before deciding to not care if you walk around your own home in nothing but pajamas. Opening the door, you see that it, once again, is Charlotte standing at your doorstep. This time, however, your confidence stays strong as opposed to yesterday, and you notice her hesitate to look you in the eye.

"H-Hey..." you see her attempt at a smile falter briefly, "Ethan...c-can I come inside?" She asks, and you immediately remember how the conversation had begun yesterday. Today though, there is something about her that feels different. Her demeanor is coming off less high and mighty and more...sympathetic? As you stare blankly at her for a few seconds, you remember that she asked to come inside and finally step, a bit of a stutter to it, as you motion for her to come inside.

She gives another slight smile and walks into your living room, taking small, brief steps as if walking on some sacred ground before looking down at your couch. "M-May I sit down, Ethan?" She asks, and you look perplexingly at her before nodding your head. With another oddly grateful smile, she sits down, hands in her laps, and you move to sit next to her.

Again unlike yesterday, she looks you in the eyes with a warm smile, staring at you for just a moment too long and making you want to break the silence. "So...why did you want to come over? I mean, after how I treated you yesterday, I-" She cuts you off by grabbing your hand.

"No, no, you shouldn't be blaming yourself for that at all. After all, I had come in here acting like I was the one who was going through all the pain and suffering when I didn't even know or care about you. You were right, Ethan, I was looking for a rebound. Hell, I didn't even know your name when I had walked through your door, I had to look it up in the phonebook yesterday just so I could text you to try and convince you I was sorry. But then..." She trails off with a smirk on her face, "then I had another dream...a d-dream about you..." she trails off again, a blush rising to her face as she tries to move her gaze from your face. It just doesn't leave, however, and you find yourself staring into her eyes, or more aptly, find her staring into your eyes for quite some time. It feels like hours are ticking by with each breath you take as you see her own breathing rising, but after you blink, it dawns upon you it had only been two, maybe three minutes at most.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, Charlotte slips out of the trance she put herself in and darts her eyes away, realizing she was staring. "I-I mean, I had another dream about you, a-and I realized that yesterday was...not the way to go about what I really wanted. Instead of just realizing you were telling me what you said because it was the truth, I took it as an offense and went into a sob story. I dirtied up your shoulder and your couch with tears that didn't need to be shed. I ruined your day, and that ruined my day." She says, and you see her smile falter as she says that. Not as in she is going to burst into tears again or get upset, but just...her smile fades, as if she is unhappy with herself for it.

"It ruined...your day?" You ask her, and a grimace forms on her face as she looks down at herself, nodding.

"It made me feel **** for someone, for anyone to love me. It made me cry and bawl my eyes out, and then it made me angry at you for something that was my fault, and when I woke up today...I realized how unfair it was. So I spent hours trying to figure out the perfect way to rectify that mistake, trying to get you to come back to me...and that's when I had the realization." She says, and her smile returns, although not the same one as before. In fact, it is far from the warm, homely smile you had seen back in high school...it is one you had only ever fantasized and fetishized about. The smile of a person who is truly, madly, deeply in love with you...to the point of obsession.

"I realized that you shouldn't be coming back to me...I should be coming back to you." She says with a calm smile on her face, not too far from the one you had had within her dreams as you whipped and lashed her over and over again, and it leaves an unsettling atmosphere in the room as she scuttles closer to you on the couch. "I never did detail what my dream was, did I?" She asks, and you instinctively gulp, knowing to tread carefully. "N-No...no you didn't, Charlotte." You answer, and she smiles even wider before leaning in close, her face nearly right against yours.

"It was the most romantic thing I have ever experienced...not at first, but when it all ended, I was infatuated. You had saved me, like the shining knight that you are in my life story. I was chained up in a basement of some old place, I couldn't quite tell due to how long it felt I was in that basement, and my clothes were merely tatters. There was a man standing before me, and I thought at first that it was you, that my mind was telling me you had verbally lashed me today just like the man was lashing me with that riding crop...I started to fear you..." she says, before smiling even wider, "but then I realized that you weren't beating me down...you were building me up..." she says, swooning with an eerily calm aura to her. "You came in and took out the man beating me with a single punch to the head, and then you freed me from my chains and held me in your arms...and when you kissed me, I couldn't contain myself anymore..." she says, before then moving in even closer to you, now sitting on your lap and holding her face against yours.

She leans in to your ear, and while you no longer can see her smile, you can tell it is wider than the cheshire cat's grin. "I woke up with a puddle between my legs because of you, Ethan...just dreaming about you made me cum...and every single thought I had about you just made me want to do it more. And more...and more...and more..." she trails off, shivering in delight while you do the same but in a mixture of arousal and fear.

She moves back and stares into your eyes, and you think for a moment that if this was some sort of anime, her pupils would have turned into hearts by now. "I just kept thinking about you and cumming until I could barely stand up. The only thing that kept me from continuing until I passed out was the thought that I had to rectify my mistake from yesterday, that I had to do the exact opposite of what was done yesterday in order to truly win you over...that is why I came here, for one reason and one reason only." She says, before pulling you in for a passion-filled kiss.

Your face turns to one of shock as she lets you dominate her tongue with your own, and while you fumble about at first, just as you begin to get into it she pulls away with a lunatic's grin. "I want to be yours, Ethan. I want you to be my boyfriend, my husband, my owner...my master." She says with another swoon. "I want you to take my mind, my body, and my soul and use it however you want. I want you to treat me however you want, whether it be the verbal lashings from yesterday, the physical lashings from that other man in my dreams, or the kiss we just shared now. I want to be with you for the rest of my life, Ethan, and if I can't..." she trails off, and you gulp for a moment as she simply grins even more, "then I want to always be in your shadow doing everything I can to make your life easier." She says, and moves off of your lap only to then get onto her knees in front of you with an eager smirk.

Without hesitation, she begins to pull down your pajama bottoms, your mind both chastising and praising you for sleeping without underwear on as your semi-erect cock is pulled out by Charlotte, who stares at it like a gift from god. "It is a gift from god...a gift from her god..." You think to yourself, but shake out of it as she holds it in her hands. "I thought my life purpose was to be treated like a queen by any and every man that I toyed around with...but I know my purpose now. My purpose is to worship you, to worship this cock, these heavy balls, the gifted mind that came up with every single stinging insult you threw my way yesterday...to dedicate every fiber of my being to you as the one true god of this world." She says, and then begins to slowly jerk you off as she smiles up at you, the feeling of her hand stroking the full length of your shaft up and down bringing you to full mast rather quickly, her closeness to your crotch meaning it nearly jumps out into her cheek as it reaches its full length. "If you wanted, I would help you spread the gift of your existence to every single woman on the planet, or I could become the manager of a harem comprised only of the finest ladies at your disposal. I can serve as the top mistress of all who seek to worship alongside me, or you can treat me as little more than a slut who is only good for sex and pumping out babies...all I care about is that I am yours Ethan. Tell me I'm yours...please let me be yours!" She says with a frantic, devoted passion to her voice.

As the handjob gets quicker, your mind begins to shortcircuit. You have a woman who truly loves you, on her knees, stroking you off as she proclaims her lust and desire and dedication towards you...and it feels to be all too much for you to handle. "I...I...yes! You're mine, Charlotte!" You declare with a groan of passion as you near orgasm, and Charlotte squeals in excitement. "N-Now make yourself u-useful for now a-and suck me off b-before I blow!" You command, and she obediently latches onto your cock, taking it deeper and deeper down her throat until she is near-completely deepthroating you. Without warning or hesitation, you blow your seed right down her throat, and while she does gag on it, she swallows it down with a greedy smile.

As your cock pops out of her mouth, her lipstick leaving a stain on the base of your cock, she giggles happily. "I'm his...I belong to Ethan...!" She says before suddenly moaning, and you can tell that the thought of it has seemed to make her cum once more. She stands up and hugs you tightly, smiling wide. "I'm going back to my old place and packing everything up! From now on, if I belong to you, I'm going to live with you!" She announces, and your post-BJ bliss sees no issue with this, your eyes drawn to the sway of her ass as she giddily rushes off back across the street, her panties drenched and mind utterly consumed with thoughts of you.