Apologize again

"Alex, wait!" You call out as you still lay on the living room rug. You keep your gaze fixed on the ceiling; looking at Alex at this point will only make you think of how good it feels to be dominated again. The thought temporarily leaves your mind when you shake your head. "Alex...I-I'm sorry, okay? You win! I was a little too drunk and...I shouldn't have messed with you! I'm really, really, sorry Alex. Please."

You throw in a few whimpers and make it look like you're about to cry. Part of you hopes that Alex buys the whole poor, helpless girl act. "Just...lemme change out of this bikini, and I'll stop teasing you. I promise!"

Alex is quiet at first, and you hope he's mulling it over. Soon enough you see him standing in front of you, and you think he's going to offer you a hand to help yourself up.

Then he slams his foot down on your pussy.

"AWWW!!! OOooohhhh...." You moan, then whimper for real. Your whole body shudders, making your perky tits shake ever so slightly.

"Say I'm stronger than you," Alex commands as he grinds his heel against the front of your bikini bottoms, and your quivering pussy beneath them.

"Y-You're...mmmph...stronger than...ahhh...me!" Instead of using your hands to dislodge Alex's foot, you grip the rug tightly. You bite your lip, trying to best to stifle any more humiliating moans.

Alex has other ideas. He presses down and grinds his heel further into you, making you tremble in near ecstasy. "Now admit you like it when I dominate you. And don't lie, dude! You'd be a hypocrite for calling me sick earlier!"

Your cheeks flush red with embarrassment and humiliation, but nod your head anyway. You push your hips up so that Alex's heel is pressing further against your slit. "I like it when you...ooohhh...d-dominate me..."

It looks like Alex finally has mercy when he removes his foot. But then he gets down and starts grinding one of his knees into your groin, making you gasp. He roughly grabs one of your pigtails and yanks your head up, making you yelp and look him directly in the eyes. “Now who's the bitch?"

Your head is dizzy from pain and arousal. Your vision blurs a little, but you can still clearly make out Alex's face. Looking into his eyes while he grinds against your wet pussy brings you closer and closer to orgasm. "Aaaahh...! Please...!" Tears form in your eyes. Not from the throbbing, dull ache in your vagina, but from pleasure. You almost don't want Alex to stop. "I-I am...! Hnngh...! I'm the bitch! I'm a no-good jobber bitch...!"

Finally satisfied, Alex removes his knee and starts laughing. "Haha! Wow, dude! I dunno what it is, but that body's given you some real weird desires! I've had my fun though..." He pulls you up to your feet, though your wobbly legs **** you to lean against him. "...Alright. I think you learned your lesson dude. How's about I get you an ice pack, we change, and just sit around playing video games?"

Looks like Alex is content; question is, are you? You were practically on the edge of orgasm by the time he removed his knee. You really, really want some sort of release. Maybe you could ask Alex to finish you off? At this point, you don't really care if he knocks you out and plays with you. Heck, you get horny just imaging yourself **** in your skimpy pink bikini.