Not Going To Give In

You see I knew Blake. That fire in my eyes was a long held hate, the kind that didn't go away as easy as he figured. He must have thought it would have been simple, but the truth was I was the absolute worst girl he could have chosen for this game.

Because the truth was that I was never going to give in. Not entirely.

I was never going to be the girl he wanted me to be.

"You're not bad," I say, shaking my head, "You're just not special. And I know that must sound bad right now, to you, but you need to hear it.

"You're not some special bunny. You're not god's gift to women. You're not able to charm and manipulate your way into the pants of whoever you want."

He doesn't say a word. I think maybe for the first time he's actually listening.

So I take a step forward and I duck my head a little and shake it, blinking my big eyes up at him.

"That's not a bad thing," I say, "No one should want to be special. Too much pressure on them, and I think we both can say that we could use a little bit less pressure in the end."

Blake swallows hard and I move once more, closing the distance between us entirely. I reach out tentative and slow, almost affectionate, as I lay my hand against his cheek and turn him to face me.

"Buck up, Blake," I smile, "It's not the worst case scenario. I mean you've really got it made here, if you think about it."

"Oh yeah," he rolls his eyes, "Things are turning out so great for me right now. I mean I've got one girl in front of me who thinks I'm too much of an asshole to fuck. The girl I managed to fuck last night thinks I'm not only terrible in bed but an asshole to boot. And to top it all off that girl decided to publicly humiliate me in front of the only people who know who I am, the whole damn group of them, all at once. So now everyone has marked me down as a creep and an asshole. College is really turning out great for good old Blake."

"Look on the bright side," I say.

"What bright side?" he asks.

I shake my head again and I reach forward to make my point clear. I wrap my fingers around his still hard cock and stroke him deliberately, his body shivering from the touch of me while he gasps at the new sensation.

"Two things," I tell him, "One, you know all your problems so that means you know how to fix them. I'm not saying it's going to be easy, but I'm saying there is a path at least and that's not nothing."

Still gasping, his words coming in fits and starts, he eeks out, "And the second thing?"

"I love roleplay," I say with a smile, "I like playing the submissive. I like when guys play at being an asshole. And fucking my face? That's still part of the plan."

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