Good girl

My cock slid into her in one brutal thrust.

And her cunt… it was a furnace.

A soaking, clenching, impossibly tight furnace that gripped every inch of my shaft.

Jennifer's head slammed back against the pillow, her mouth falling open in a silent, shuddering scream.

Her legs strained against the cables, her entire body going rigid as I bottomed out inside her.

"Fuck," I groaned, the word escaping me before I could stop it.

Somehow, she was tighter than in the bathroom.

Way tighter.

Maybe because she had been edged for over an hour. Maybe because every muscle in her body was wound so tight from the restraints that her pussy was clamping down with crushing force.

Either way, it was the best thing I had ever felt.

I pulled back slowly, watching my glistening shaft emerge from between her swollen pink lips, coated in her thick, clear glaze.

Then I slammed back in.

"Oh! Daddy!" she gasped, her voice cracking.

There it was again.

That word.

Daddy.

I wasn't sure how I felt about it.

It was weird?

It was definitely weird.

I was nobody's father and hopefully wouldn't be for a long time.

But hearing it come out of Jennifer's mouth, hoarse and desperate and broken...

It did something to me.

It made me want to fuck her harder.

It made me want to break her.

I grabbed her hips, my fingers digging into the soft flesh, and started pounding into her with a relentless, punishing rhythm.

The wet, obscene slap of my pelvis hitting her soaked cunt filled the room.

At some point even her bun came loose, and all of her gorgeous dark hair flowed over her face as I pumped into her.

My cheap bed frame screamed in protest, the metal joints squealing with every thrust, the headboard slamming against the wall in a steady drumbeat.

"Yes! Yes! Fuck me, Daddy!" Jennifer moaned, her voice rising in pitch.

Her massive tits bounced wildly with every impact, the reddened, slap-marked flesh jiggling in hypnotic circles.

I watched them bounce.

I couldn't look away from them.

They were so perfect it made me angry.

Perfect tits on a crazy, beautiful, impossible woman who had slapped me, invaded my home, and then begged me to fuck her.

"You like that?" I grunted, slamming into her so hard the bed scraped an inch across the floor. "You like getting fucked while you're tied up?"

"Yes, Daddy," she whimpered, her voice small and submissive in a way I had never heard from her before. "I love it. I love your big cock inside me!"

It was the most honest words I had ever heard from her.

No sarcasm, no dry humor, just… How she felt.

And I loved the fact that my cock made those words come out of her mouth without any of her usual filters.

The cables creaked as she writhed beneath me.

Her inner walls were rippling around my shaft, squeezing and releasing in rhythmic waves.

She was close.

I could feel it building inside her, the tension in her muscles, the way her breath was getting shorter and more ragged.

I leaned forward, pressing my weight onto her, my chest crushing against her swollen tits.

My face was inches from hers.

Her mascara was completely destroyed, black streaks running down her flushed cheeks like war paint.

Her blue eyes were glassy, unfocused, drowning in pleasure.

"Say it again," I commanded, punctuating each word with a deep, grinding thrust.

"Daddy," she breathed.

"Louder."

"DADDY!"

I reached down between us with one hand, my thumb finding her swollen clit.

I rubbed it in tight circles while I continued pounding into her.

"DADDY! Oh God, oh fuck, Daddy, I'm gonna... I'm..."

Her whole body seized up like she'd been electrocuted.

Her back arched so violently I thought the cables might snap.

Her cunt clamped down on my cock with an almost painful, vice-like grip.

And then she came.

Hard.

An animal scream tore from her throat.

I could feel the hot gush of her orgasm soaking my cock, then my balls, then dripping down onto the already ruined sheets.

Her eyes rolled back.

Her mouth hung open.

But I wasn’t done yet.

I pulled out of her with a wet, slick pop.

She whimpered at the sudden emptiness, her hips bucking involuntarily, chasing the sensation.

I scrambled up the bed, straddling her torso, my slick, throbbing cock once again sliding into the valley between her massive, heaving breasts.

I squeezed them together around my shaft with both hands, the soft, warm flesh enveloping me completely.

Three thrusts. That's all it took.

I came with a guttural roar, my hips jerking forward as thick, hot ropes of cum erupted from my cock.

The first shot hit her chin, a heavy white streak splashing across her jaw.

The second painted a thick line across her left tit, pooling in the valley of her cleavage.

The third and fourth spurted on her nose and her left cheek.

I slumped forward, my arms trembling, my vision blurring.

My cock softened slowly between her cum-splattered tits.

For a long moment, neither of us moved.

Just breathing.

Heavy, ragged, synchronized breathing.

I finally rolled off her, collapsing onto the narrow strip of mattress beside her tied-up body.

We lay there in silence.

So…

That’s the second time I’ve fucked her.

And somehow it felt even better than the first time.

Yeah, sure, there wasn’t an ex-boyfriend pounding on the door ready to beat me up, but it wasn’t just that.

It was like… I don’t know.

More intimate?

She was more into it?

Whatever it was… It was the best sex of my life.

So far.

I felt pretty certain in saying that. It’s not like it was a high bar to pass.

The second best time….

Well it was with her in the bathroom.

…

Great sex.

A great way…

…for us to end this.

…

After what felt like an eternity, I sat up.

Jennifer was still tied.

Still naked.

Still covered in my cum.

She looked wrecked.

Like a hurricane had passed through her.

But her eyes... her eyes were calm.

Peaceful, almost.

It was the most serene I had ever seen her.

Even the cum on her face didn’t seem to annoy her.

I picked up a towel and wiped her face and tits clean.

Felt like the decent thing to do.

She only said “thanks”, in her usual sarcastic tone.

I reached for the cables binding her left wrist and started untying them.

Her right wrist. Then her ankles. One by one.

The cables left angry red marks on her pale skin.

I tried not to look at them too closely.

"Time to go," I said quietly.

She looked down at herself. Then at the floor. Then back at me.

"Ron."

"What?"

She smiled in that devious, I’m-smarter-than-you way she sometimes did.

"You cut my clothes off."

I blinked.

I looked at the floor.

The shredded remains of her corset, skirt, fishnets, and panties lay scattered across the carpet like the aftermath of a textile massacre.

Oh.

Oh fuck.

"I'd rather not go streaking through the city at midnight," she said flatly, raising an eyebrow. "Call me old-fashioned."

I wanted to slam my head into the wall.

How could I be so monumentally stupid?

I had scissored every piece of clothing off her body without thinking for a single second about how she was supposed to leave.

"I... hold on," I mumbled, scrambling off the bed.

I dug through my dresser, pulling out an old Halo-shirt I had once gotten as a gift from a relative.

I had never worn it. It was too big and I didn’t even like the game.

They just thought I would like it because “I was a gamer”.

I also found a pair of old basketball shorts with a drawstring waist. Barely ever used those either.

I handed them to her without making eye contact.

"Um… you can have these."

She took them, examining the shirt like it would physically hurt her sense of style to put it on.

"Charming," she muttered.

She pulled the shirt over her head. It hung past her thighs like a dress, the wide neck slipping off one shoulder.

The shorts were comically big on her, but the drawstring held them up.

She looked like a college girl doing the walk of shame after crashing at her worst decision's apartment.

Which... wasn't that far off, actually.

At least she still had her own boots, so she wouldn’t have to walk home barefeet.

Couldn’t really scissor those.

She stood there for a moment, wearing my ratty old clothes.

She looked small. Vulnerable. Human.

Not the intimidating gothic sex goddess who had invaded my hallway an hour ago.

Just... a girl.

But this needed to end.

I walked to the door, and opened it up for her.

I stood with my back to her, finding it harder and harder to look her in the eyes.

I opened my mouth to say something.

Something about the rules. Something about not contacting me. Something practical and cold and dominant.

But before a single word could form, I could feel Jennifer’s soft hand on my back.

I turned around.

And then her hands came up, cupping both sides of my face.

Before I knew what was happening, her face was in my face.

So close it looked almost alien.

Then she closed her eyes… and opened her mouth.

And then she kissed me.

Not a peck.

Not a quick brush of lips.

A real kiss.

Deep.

Slow.

Her lips pressed firmly against mine, soft and warm and definitely with some artifical flavoring on her lipstick.

While I was just getting used to that taste, her tongue slid into my mouth, gentle and searching, finding mine and curling around it with a tenderness that was completely, absolutely at odds with everything I knew about her.

I was so stunned I couldn't move.

My arms hung at my sides like dead weight.

My brain completely flatlined.

She held the kiss for five seconds.

Then ten.

Or longer than that.

It’s not as enough I had the mental power to actually tell time.

When she finally pulled back, her lips lingered against mine for one last moment, a whisper of contact that sent electricity down my entire spine.

She opened her eyes.

They were soft.

Warm.

Dangerously affectionate.

"I'll wait for you to contact me," she said quietly. "Like a good girl."

She smiled.

Not a smirk.

Not a grin.

A real, genuine, almost shy smile.

Then she turned and walked out of the door.

She stepped into the hallway, and closed it behind her without looking back.

The soft click of the latch echoed through my silent apartment.

I stood there.

Alone.

In my messy, sex-smelling room.

…

My lips were still tingling.

I breathed in hard.

I had to focus.

I pulled out my phone and opened the app.

The notification was already waiting.

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OBEDIENCE EVENT 3 COMPLETED!

Jennifer realizes that obeying the User turns her on. She will now actively seek opportunities to submit.

---

Another event cleared.

Another heart filled.

I sat down heavily on the edge of my bed.

The sheets were soaked.

Computer cables lay coiled on the floor like dead snakes.

And her taste was still on my lips.

That kiss.

What the fuck was that kiss?

This wasn't supposed to happen.

Jennifer was a practice dummy.

A temporary distraction on the road to Sandy.

I shook my head violently, physically trying to dislodge the thought.

Sandy. Focus on Sandy.

Sandy was the goal. Sandy was the plan. Sandy was the future.

Not Jennifer.

Jennifer was chaos and violence and whatever mental problems she had.

Sandy was warmth and laughter and nerdy references and home.

I forced my mind back to the girl who sent me dorky selfies. The girl who shared her most shameful secret with me because she trusted me.

The girl who was a lesbian.

My stomach clenched.

I looked down at my phone.

Sandy's profile glowed on the screen next to Jennifer's.

I should focus on Sandy.

I was going to focus on Sandy.

Obviously.

But I couldn't stop tasting that artificial flavor on my lips.

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