Frigid?

First there was a shriek. Then a slap.

SLAP!

Then my head flung sideways, forcing me to abandon the taste of Sophie’s beautiful titty from my tongue.

Then there was the stinging pain on my cheek.

In conclusion: Sophie just slapped me.

Yup. Seems like overstepped some boundary again.

I quickly regained my balance. She was staring at me, heaving with anger.

I checked both left and right. The hallway was still empty.

Hopefully nobody heard that scream. I was taking more stupid chances everyday.

But wait, what went wrong all of a sudden?

She sizzled with anger. “You… fucking… perv-“

SLAP!

Oh…

Alright, there we go.

She slapped herself as well.

Nice to see her Respect Lock working once again.

I know I turned it off yesterday, but afterwards I almost immediately turned it back on.

Might have forgotten to mention that.

There was that nice, absolutely stunned look on her face again. Just like yesterday. She stared at her hand in disbelief.

“What the-“

“I think you missed me,” I smirked.

She, on the other hand, looked like she was about to have an aneurysm.

“I… I… Slapped myself? Again? …But I… I didn’t mean to!”

“I’m more interested in why you slapped me, Sophie. I was just trying to give you pleasure. To make you forget about your addictions.”

“Pleasure? By biting me? Oh fuck y-“

SLAP!

Bam. Another hit on her face. This time by her right hand.

It wasn’t a light tap either. She was so stunned, she had to sit down on the hallway floor.

Interesting. So she only stopped me because I bit her. I made an action that didn’t give her any pleasure, only pain. If I didn’t do that, I could still be sucking her tit.

And maybe more.

She looked up at me, kinda frightened.

“I… I think there’s something wrong with… with my body…”

I sighed. This looked like something I had to take care of right now.

I crouched down, next to her.

“You’ve noticed it too, right?” I asked.

“W-What? Noticed what?”

“The cause for all that self-slapping. Surely you must have. I mean it’s kinda obvious at this point.”

“What? What do you mean?”

I placed my hand on her thigh. She almost shirked away, but I held on tight enough so she didn’t.

“You, dear Sophie, have come to realize that you don’t actually want to be mean to me anymore. Maybe you’ve finally realized what a bitch you’ve been towards me all these years. And now you feel so guilty, you subconsciously feel the need to punish yourself everytime you are.”

“What? No I don’t! S-Shut up! And don’t call me a bitch!”

I slid my hand further up her leg. It was almost underneath her skirt. She tried pushing it off, but I refused to let go.

“Then… Let’s try it, shall we? Call me names. Be your bitchy self.”

My fingers were tickling the underside of her thigh. Her face was burning up again.

“I… I don’t want to! Just… Just get off!”

“All you have to do is call me names and I will. Or… Maybe you’re so in love with me, you don’t want to?”

The l-word made her visibly annoyed.

“URRGH! FINE! YOU ARE A DUMB M-“ (SOPHIE: +2SP) (+27SP)

SLAP!

Her left hand made contact against her cheek. It looked rough and she almost hit her head against the wall.

She had that look of disbelief once more. I just smiled.

“I knew it. You have feelings for me, don’t you?”

“NO I DON’T! YOU ARE A DUMB M-“

SLAP!

Again. Another slap. This time, the other cheek.

“ow ow ow….” She muttered, while trying to soothe her face.

She was starting to look scared. But that disappeared as soon as I continued my smiling. The look of determination returned to her face.

I had to admire her tenacity.

“YOU… ARE A DUM-“

SLAP!

“YOU ARE A DUM-“

SLAP!

Her head flew from side to side.

Both of her cheeks were starting to look pretty rough. They definitely glowed red.

But it was like… She refused to accept the situation.

Like it was so weird it couldn’t possibly be true.

She was on the verge of tears, but refused to stop.

“YOU… ARE… A…”

I had to stop her.

It would be no fun for me if she ended up destroying her face.

So I kissed her.

I leaned down, hard against her, bending her small body in my arms and smothering her lips with my lips.

I could tell Sophie was still trying to say something, but she only managed to muffle some words of protest into my mouth.

There were attempts to push me off, sure, but those tempered down as I began playing with her pussylips.

The one hand that had been resting on her thigh had made a full journey into her panties. And I loved feeling up her moist, hot, squishy underparts.

I kissed my little lovedoll with all my strength and really manipulated my fingers inside her. Her fight quietly died down as my talented fingers began to penetrate, squeeze and pleasure her.

Her tongue was definitely defensive in the beginning, treating mine like an intruder, but the more I made the lonely writer moan into my mouth the more accommodating her tongue was as well.

It wasn’t long until it was a full-on French kiss. Her tongue in my mouth, mine in hers.

Oh yeah. She definitely wanted this.

She had been fighting back these sexual feelings for so long… And now she was putty in my hand.

Yes, I was fully aware that all of this was still happening in the hallway.

Anybody could walk in.

This was stupid.

But I was too turned on now. Her body felt so hot against mine… Her lips so wet against mine… I wanted to finish this somehow. Just… not here.

My mouth left the dazed brunette, as my wet fingers exited her pussyhole.

While she was trying to regain her senses, I wiped my fingers on her skirt like it was toilet paper or something.

I smiled at her once more. “You… sure have a funny way of telling me you want me,”

“You… you…” she breathed, exhaustedly, “You assh….” She started, but didn’t quite finish that last word. She saw her arm twitch, and decided she didn’t want to feel the stinging power of her hand against her face once more.

She was finally starting to learn something.

“Yeah. Your pussy is definitely super-moist. When was the last time you came?”

I was holding my still-sticky fingers in front of her. She looked away in disgust.

“No wonder you have these sick addictions. You need to get laid.”

Her expression changed. It was subtle, but…

She looked ****.

It was like her eyes grew bigger. And there was a pleading quality to them.

I had just expressed the biggest problem she had for weeks now. And also provided a solution for that.

“Do you want me to give you a good hard fucking, Sophie?”, I said in the lowest, most confident tone I could muster.

She didn’t turn away. She just breathed hard.

Reminded me of Mimi. She was so on the edge.

It wouldn’t take much to tip her over it.

“Do you want to cum so hard that all the fog from your brain just… evaporates?”

She clearly wanted to say “no”. She wanted to say “no” so bad she almost cried.

“All you need to do…” I spoke quietly… “Is just say yes.”

…

“Y…. Yes.” (SOPHIE: +5SP) (+32SP)

Finally. This frigid, arrogant bitch was asking for my cock.

After years of dismissing me, treating me like dirt.

I was going to enjoy this to its full extent.

“Do you think you deserve it?”

“…Huh?”

“I said: Do you think you deserve my cock, bitch?”

She wasn’t expecting this tone.

“Wh… What? Get… Get away you stup-“

SLAP!

Ouch. She really wasn’t getting the lesson, was she?

She should fear her hand more.

I grabbed her chin, and stared into her eyes.

No holding back now.

“Let me answer. No. No you don’t fucking deserve my cock, you arrogant, self-serving, cold, calculating whore. I’d rather leave you in that state forever. Just always horny, always leaking all over the place, always fantasizing about the weirdest stuff… watching your IQ drop one point each day as you desperately try to stuff more and more fingers and toys up your hole without ever getting the release that you want. I’d love to watch your life fall apart as you turn into a gasping, panting, braindead slut.”

Woah. I didn’t even know I had all of that in me.

I guess I bottled up stuff more than I even thought.

Needless to say, Sophie was stunned too.

Oh yeah. There was something else she needed to know. Something quite crucial.

“Do you want to know why?” I leaned in closer to her ear, and whispered. “…Because I can. Because… I’m the only man… in the entire world… who can make you cum.”

I let go off Sophie.

I watched the new information play on her face. Play in her eyes.

I’d seen this multiple times now.

The disbelief, the denial, the confusion…

Of course the impossibility and absurdity of such a claim would never enter her head.

She curled up into a ball, but eventually lifted her head once the truth was unavoidable.

There was definitely something new in the way she looked at me now.

It was…

Submission.

She was at my mercy.

She knew it.

I stood up.

“Sophie. It’s your lucky day. I’m currently interested in fucking you. You still don’t deserve it, but I’m giving you a chance. It’s your… very last one.”

She opened her mouth to say something, but decided against it.

“Good. Now. I don’t want you to talk. I don’t want you to walk. I want you to follow me. Crawling. One step behind me. If you fall behind, that’s it for you. Understand? I’m a busy man. But I’ll fuck you. If you obey me.”

She blinked multiple times, trying to process my **** order.

She looked around. She didn’t want anybody to see this.

Hey, neither did I. This was a stupid risk.

But fuck it. I was too horny. And I enjoyed humiliating her too much.

Eventually…. She nodded.

I smiled.

I turned around, and got moving.

Towards the supply closet.

And I could hear the lovely sound of her slithering behind me. (SOPHIE: +8SP) (+40SP)