A change in the relationship?

The recent memory of Alison moaning and squirming under me as I fucked her elicit both shame and excitement. Like most men my age I've had more than a few fantasies about sex with a smoking hot teenager, in particular an innocent young woman like this one who I could share my experience with. On the other hand, this shy beauty knows so little about men that I can't help feel that I have taken advantage of her youthful naivety. From what she just told me about Dick, Alison's interaction with men before me was actually almost worse than having no experience at all.

But am I any better than that asshole? I had used these hard times and Alison's inexperience to manipulate this preacher's daughter into letting me use her for my own perverse pleasure. I can just imagine what her conservative parents would think if they knew what I had done. As a father I wonder what I would say if I had a daughter and I found out some creepy old bastard had taken advantage of my girl like I had. On the other hand, though - Damn!

“Mr. Patterson?” Alison is waiting for me to say something. I resolve to end this craziness here and now.

“Hey, Angel.” I keep my tone nice and light, the last thing I want to do is scare the poor girl. “I was thinking about what we just did ...” The color in her cheeks brightens and I see the hint of a smile as she looks up at me.

“Me too, Mr. P. It was amazing.” Well, that changes things a little. I expected her to be having all kinds of second thoughts, after all this isn't your typical college slut.

“Really?” I spite of my determination to do the right thing; Alison's glowing assessment of the sex stroked my ego in a way I wasn't prepared for.

“I never imagined sex could feel that good for the girl, Mr. P.” Alison's doe-eyes lift to meet mine with an urgency I'm not ready for. “Sister Dominica taught us that sex is for the man's pleasure. It is how a man demonstrates his mastery over his woman.” Teachings like those might explain Alison's kinky desire to be overpowered. “That's what it is like with Richard ...”

“That's because Dick is a self-centered prick.” The words pop out of my mouth before I can consider the wisdom of badmouthing her boyfriend, but to my surprise Alison nods in agreement and then starts to tear up as she recites from memory.

“When a man takes for himself a woman, she belongs to that man, and she will obey him in all things.” The words sound like the holy scripture, but not in any of the books I've ever read. She buries her face in her hands and I can barely make out what she's saying. “... why I have to let him ... (inaudible) ... he's the man and God made ... (inaudible) ... for his pleasure.” Even though I only caught less than half of what she said, I've heard this kind of fundamentalist bullshit enough as a child to fill in the missing pieces.

“No, Honey.” I take the sobbing young woman in my arms and hold her tight. “You do not belong to a man just because he has sex with you, that's not how it works.”

“It's in the Bible, Mr. P.” Alison voice gets louder and clearer now that she's back on firmer ground. “Adam was alone in the Garden of Eden, so God created woman to serve and obey him.” The last thing I want right now is to get into an argument about the infallibility of the Holy Book, so I let that slide for now.

“Trust me on this, Alison.” I put as much confidence as I can behind the words. “God doesn't want you to have to serve and obey Richard.”

“I know that now, Mr. P.” Alison's pretty eyes are gleaming with excitement. “God wants me to serve and obey you.”