Not TOO angry...if I can calm her a bit

"Gaz, I really think you're taking this a bit too...ow, ow, ow..." I was cut off as she tightened what remained of my shirt around my wrist. Yeah, I wasn't fast enough at removing my clothes for her tastes. ...thank god it wasn't one of my favorite ones. And the pants had already started developing holes. On a side note, being tied with strips of denim isn't a pleasant sensation.

My selection of a bed with four posts on it for the guest room was coming back to bite me. In retrospect, I really should have seen this coming. Gaz Membrane is hardly the most reasonable character on the Invader Zim cartoon. And the more I thought about it, the more I realized I had really hurt her, not just by threatening to deny her sex, but by not realizing how difficult it must have been for her to choose to leave the mall instead of accepting the consequences of entering the game shop. She would choose gaming over food for who knows how long. Choose it over sleep, over hygiene...but for me, Gaz had done the opposite.

So as she removed her own clothes, I decided to just accept my current fate. Still, there was something that needed to be said. "...will you be able to forgive me for being such an idiot?" I asked. Gaz froze for a moment before tossing her bra aside. "You're being an even bigger one now," she hissed with a slight tremor in her voice. "Of course I'm going to forgive you. I'm tempted to forgive you now." She slipped out of her panties and climbed onto the bed. "But you know what they say. Spare the rod, spoil the child." ...wonderful, now she was punishing me for my own good. And with that, she straddled me.

Grabbing my face roughly, she leaned down and pressed her lips to mine. I've heard kissing being called tongue wrestling before. That was not what I was experiencing. More like a battering. It didn't hurt or anything...but there was a lot of aggression behind every thrust of her tongue. And if I tried to do anything back, she tightened her grip on my face.

With an audible pop, Gaz pulled her face away from mine, panting. "Stupid...so stupid," she growled. "You were so nice and then you..." Her sentence was finished with an inarticulate snarl. She jumped suddenly and turned around. Her eye opened and looked down at me with what I can only call **** coldness. It was slightly reddened, suggesting she had actually been crying earlier. Now I felt worse. "Damn you, John, why do you have to be so attractive?" She closed her eye and inhaled deeply. Judging from how her grip on the bedsheets tightened, rather than calming herself down, she was hyping herself up.

Reaching around, I felt her grip around my penis and suddenly understood why she had jumped. The kiss, despite it's...odd nature, was still pleasant. As was having a naked beauty like her straddling me. My cock had grown to full mast. "Alright, John...here's what's going to happen. I'm going to ride this dick like one of those coin operated mechanical bulls," Gaz informed me. She was trying to keep her voice steady, but there was obvious desire in her voice. "Sound good? Well, here's the deal. If you cum before...hmm...ten minutes, I'll get you hard again and repeat the process until you manage to last. Even if that takes the rest of the god damn day! Any questions?"

"...do I get a water break in between?" I asked meekly. She thought a moment. "Every three orgasms, you get a break." ...sweet mother of mercy, I hoped I could do this on the first go. Or maybe the second, but that was it. "Okay, Google. Set timer for ten minutes," Gaz announced as she mounted me with steely determination. The phone beeped and the calm synthetic voice informed her that it had done as requested. Gaz began to bounce on my shaft, biting her finger, trying not to moan or give signs of pleasure.