Silence gives consent

You kneel there unable to speak as Becky continues to tease your body with her talented fingers. On one hand your mind knows that this is wrong. The consequences of giving into this temptress are almost too chilling to consider, you would in essence be nothing more than a **** to her every whim. The strong young woman you had always been rebels at this idea. You had always asserted yourself in your past relationships and never let anyone control you. Yet, on the other hand you can’t deny that the feeling of complete helplessness you’re experiencing at the hands of this cheerleader seems to excite you. Her hands roam where they will, and the fact that you can’t do anything about it brings about a feeling of anticipation that you've never experienced before. This internal conflict has left you trembling with desire and fear.

“Well, what’s it going to be Jane?” Becky asks with a hint of impatience in her voice.

Unable to resolve the conflict between how you know you should answer and how you're body wants to answer you silently bow your head and surrender yourself to fate.

Brushing your hair aside Becky whispers into your ear, “Mama always said silence gives consent. So it looks like you’re my little cheer slut from now on Jane.” With that she giggles as her hand slides down and cups your dripping wet pussy.

As you realize that she has made the decision for you a sob that is part relief and part shame escapes your lips. “How,” you think, “how could I be so weak?" Yet you can't deny the fact being completely dominated by this eighteen-year-old cheerleader was turning you on. This train of thought is broken when you feel Becky brush a finger across your pussy lips, barley grazing them.

You gasp as every nerve in your body lights up. The delicate sensation causes you to melt, all your muscles going week, and you fall forward your head and chest landing on the couch. Your knees slide apart, momentarily causing Becky's fingers to press against your clit making you moan in pleasure. To your dismay Becky pulls her hand away and continues to tease you by barley brushing the tips of her fingers across your pussy lips.

“Well that didn’t take long,” Becky teases, “from cheer coach to fuck toy in less than two weeks. To think the rest of the squad were sure this would be a challenge.”

"What!” you ask startled. Shocked by the implication you attempt to get up but Becky places her hand between your shoulder blades and pushes you back down. You try and struggle but she has position and with your hands cuffed behind you it's a futile attempt. She laughs at you as you squirm and slides her hand up and grabs the back of your hair and pulls your head back putting an end to your struggling.

"That's right Jane," she mocks as she leans down to whisper in your ear, "we had a bet on which one of us could get in your panties first. I told them it was simple; want, take," she slips a finger into your pussy up to the second knuckle as she says this causing you to gasp, "have. Easy peasy, kind of like you." Becky giggles as you turn your head and look at her out of the corner of your eye in disbelief You open your mouth to protest, but just as you do Becky slides a second finger in besides the first and her thumb begins to stroke your clit turning your retort into a moan. “Don’t even try and deny it, hell you’re so wet right now you’re dripping down my wrist.” As proof she pulls you back by the hair so that you’re kneeling with your back pressed against her bare chest and takes her hand out of your shorts and shows it to you.

Not only can you see your juices coating her hand but you can also feel your panties are soaked completely threw. You’ve never been this wet before; probably because you had never been in this position before. It had never occurred to you that being helpless could be such a turn on; in truth you’re more than a little shocked at how much you’re enjoying it. Yet even though you try and deny it the way your body is reacting gives lie to any protest your mind tries to conjure.

“Tell me Jane” Becky asks as she starts to place feather light kiss on your neck “have you ever tasted yourself?”

“N…no” you stammer trying to shake your head, but she still has a firm grasp of your hair.

“Well there’s a first time for everything”, she says in a singsong voice as she brings her fingers to your lips.

You tense up at first; shocked at the thought. Tasting yourself had always struck you as something that only slutty girls or porn stars did. Yet you had already crossed a line by letting things go this far, to balk at this seems foolish. So you relax as Becky presses her fingers against your lips. At first she traces them across, as if applying lip-gloss and you get the first whiff of your scent. It’s slightly musky but not unpleasant and you find your lips parting without realizing you were doing it.

“That’s a good girl Jane” Becky purrs into your ear. She then slides one finger into your mouth and you get your first taste of your self. Your juices are thick on her finger and have a slightly sweet flavor, which you find surprisingly enjoyable. You close your eyes and relax slowly running your tongue around Becky’s finger caressing it. As she sees that your not going to fight her Becky lets go of your hair and you feel her hand trail down your back as she slides a second finger past your lips and slowly begins to slide them in and out.

You begin to suck on her fingers trying to clean all of your juices off of them. So lost in the moment are you that you barely notice when Becky presses her cheek against yours and giggles. Suddenly you hear a small click and open your eyes to see that Becky is taking pictures of you with her cell phone. “Oh that’s hot” Becky says. “Wait till the rest of the squad sees these.”

You whimper and pull your head back sliding her fingers out of your mouth. “No Becky please don’t…” Your protest is cut short as she pushes you back down so you’re bent over your head and chest on the couch cushions. You turn your head and look back over your shoulder to see her looking down at you with an amused grin.

“Oh so you think you’ve got a choice, how cute. In case you forgot I own your pretty little ass. I think my little cheer slut needs to be reminded of her place. Now, how am I going to discipline you?”