The Sweet Taste of Revenge

He hurt me and the pain cut deep. Deeper than I realized. My heart actually bled for him. I had to make him suffer. After all that I showed him. I seduced him with my mind and my words wrapped around him tighter than any lover he ever had. His cock was hard and aching for me. I lost track of how many times he fucked himself to the very thought of me. I even had him whispering my name when some bitch gave him a blow job. I was inside him. I owned a part of him. Gosh, I must have scared him to death. For a very short time he was mine. My play thing. Not in body but in spirit. I never saw his face, we never touched in real life but yet I showed him a part of my darkness and he fell into that blackness and we connected. He had the sweetest voice I ever heard yet I longed to hear the anger behind it. I wanted him to scream. Instead he shut the door in my face, not once but twice. Now he will suffer. Now he will see the darkness within me and feel the wrath of my seduction, in more ways than one. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.

I find out where he lives and make it my mission to surprise him. It is a dark and sultry night. So hot that my clothing clings to my body like a second skin. I sit on the stoop and wait. I have no idea where he is or when he might be coming back. He won’t answer my calls so I cannot even reach him. That fucking bastard. I feel the heat between my legs. I am ready for him. And he will never see it coming.

I don’t know how much time passes but I finally see a pair of headlights coming up the street. A car pulls into the driveway. When he gets steps out of the car I feel a little dizzy. I am high on lust. Dark lust. The kind of lust that have cost many people their lives. This dick doesn’t know what he’s in for.

He looks at me with puppy-dog eyes and appears to be a little confused. We’ve never been face to face before. All he has of me is a photo or two so I doubt he even knows who I am. I’ll make him know. I made sure to wear something sexy; a black tight-fitting dress with spaghetti straps, one already falling off the shoulder. I have on black high heeled shoes – no stockings – no panties – no bra. One zip down the back and the dress will be off in three seconds flat.

“Hello Richard.”

He’s confused. I can see it in his eyes. In that soft spoken sweet voice he asks, “Do I know you?” He then gazes deeply into my brown eyes as if trying to remember and I don’t know whether to laugh or slap him in the face. I choose the later.

Caught completely off guard he stares at me in disbelief. His eyes, brimming with dark rage. That’s a start. He half lunges toward me but I quickly move away. He trips on the step and falls down onto his back. I then leap on top of him and instinctively grind my wet pussy into his cock through the fabric of his pants. I place my hands on his shoulders and push him to the floor. I start sinuously moving my hips, rubbing my clit against his hard cock. I look down on him, my long dark hair falling around his face, and crush my lips on his. His tongue dashes into my mouth. His body falls into me just like I knew it would.

I break our kiss and release my tight grip on his shoulders. I continue to dry hump him, bringing my hands to my breasts, releasing them from the dress so they fall freely. I tease them by pinching my nipples. Surprisingly he pushes my hands out of the way and starts to touch them.

They are my weakness and he knows this. He continues to squeeze and kneed my nipples and I’m in sweet agony from his fiery touches. Through breathless moans I say, “Do you know who I am Richard?”

Desire spills out of his eyes. I move my hips faster and faster, my clit and nipples are aching for his lips and his teeth and his tongue.

“Yes my dark mistress, I know who you are. But why are you here? I don’t deserve –”

I put my fingers on his soft lips to silence him. “We don’t have time for that.” I lower my upper body to be closer to him and can feel the heat between us. His cock is so fucking hard right now. We kiss again, this time there’s darkness behind it. I didn’t expect him to taste this good. He pulls on my hair. I want to kill him right then and there but resist. With both hands he grabs hold of my ass and pushes my clit harder against his cock and I feel that sweet rush flow through me, burning up my insides.

I have to force myself away from him. I get up and see the wet spot my cunt left on his pants. I smile.

“Take me inside and fuck me you bastard.”

The house is dark and I tell him not to turn on any lights. I want to get to the bedroom as quickly as possible. It’s hot and I’m hot. Fuck I’m hot. I want him inside me. When we reach his bedroom I turn around and offer my back to him. I lift up my long silky hair and say, “Unzip me.”

He walks over to me and I can sense his growing excitement. When he touches me his hands are trembling. He unzips the dress and it falls to the floor. I then turn around and give him a full on view. My large breasts are so full. Big brown nipples stick out, beckoning for his touch. He is in awe of me; I can tell by the way he is just standing there staring at me, dumbstruck, spellbound. I can see his hard cock sticking out. Fuck he looks beautiful.

I get on his bed and raise my ass high for him. I then turn around and fall onto my back, spreading my legs wide.

“Get undressed and come to me.”

He quickly gets out of his clothes and comes to me, hard on and all. He brings his lips to mine but this time I do laugh and push him away.

“Give the other lips a kiss, won't ya darlin’?”

He puts his face between my legs and eagerly starts to lap on my pussy. It’s so wet and juicy right now. He spreads my cunt lips and flicks his tongue over and around my clit which sends spikes of delicious heat throughout my body. I start to moan. I’m lost in lust. I grab hold of his hair, thrusting my hips and he pushes fingers deep inside my cunt and I come fast, making sure to scream out his name.

My pussy is pulsating. He looks up at me with a wet mouth and climbs on top of me. He kisses me deeply and I try to fight him, I don’t want his tongue in my mouth. I don’t want this intimacy. I struggle beneath him but he’s too strong. I dig my nails into his skin and feel the blood saturating my fingertips. He locks our lips together and I cannot break free. I taste myself on him. I’m getting more aroused. Fuck him. His tongue explores my mouth as he pushes his cock into my wet cunt. He fucks me hard, without any tenderness, just raw unadulterated passion. I scratch his back, knowing that he will never marvel in those cuts. He will never be alone with himself and have those marks to remind him of this night. I will take that all away from him.

Despite my growing anger, even as the pain he has caused me seeps into this moment my body betrays me and I’m moving to the rhythm of his forceful thrusts. His hands reach in between as his fingers start to violate my nipples. He pinches and squeezes them so hard I see stars. But it feels so fucking good. He lowers himself and bites down on them, sucking them fervently. He knows what I like. How could he not. Who I am is an extension of every story I’ve ever written. Fuck him.

I want him to come but not like this. I need to be in control. I need to stop this. But it feels so fucking good.

A thick cloak of dark lust is around us. Its smell is intoxicating.

“Wait,” I mange to say between hard kisses. “There’s something I’ve been dying to do to you.”

He stares at me intensely and the dark longing in his eyes almost hypnotizes me. His cock fucks me, relentlessly. I’m trying to stay focused. I want to come. I’m moaning into his mouth. I can feel his hot breath on my face. His fingers are still pinching my now sore nipples. It feels so fucking good.

As he continues to fuck me he says, “What is it?”

“I want to fuck you with my mouth. Let me go and I’ll show you.”

I can tell he is titillated by the idea. Still he won’t let me go just yet. He drives his cock into me, harder and faster. I’m going to come and I hate him for it. I try to stop it, I want to wait until I have him right where I want him but I can’t think of anything but his hard cock fucking my pussy right now. With one last forceful thrust he rolls us over to where I’m now on top. I slide out of him, regretting it the second I do so, but I cannot let him touch my heart again. He doesn’t deserve that from me, or anyone else for that matter.

I whisper, “Good boy”. Then I scan the room looking for something to tie him up with. I flash him a sexy smile and ask him if he has anything. I lick my lips. His cock is so hard right now. I want to taste it. All in good time.

“Open the first dresser drawer.”

When I open it there’s a bunch of toys from cock rings to paddles. I find a pair of handcuffs and teasingly say, “This will be perfect.”

I get back to him quickly and can smell his lust for me, it’s on him, and it’s all over me. It’s toxic. I take his wrists and put the cuffs behind a couple of bars in the headpiece attached to the bed, then click to lock them.

With pleading eyes he says, “Before you start, can you tell me what I did to deserve this? I know I treated you badly and I’m so sorry for that. I never expected this.”

“Oh, you don’t know the half of it Richard. I wanted to be close to you, that’s all.”

I then slowly move down his body until I come face to face with his hard cock. I can smell myself on it. I don’t tease him. I just put it in my mouth and start fucking him. But after only a minute or so I stop.

“Please, don’t stop.”

I crawl back onto him, my cunt just inches from his cock. I sit and I wait. “Tell me why I should keep your cock in my wet mouth. You and I both know you don’t deserve it. In fact, you don’t deserve to live.”

He starts laughing. “What are you going to do, kill me?”

I then climb back on top of him and push his cock into my pussy.

“Something like that.”

I start to ride him. Slow and steady. I run my hands through my hair and caress my breasts. I see him trying to break free from the ties that bind him but it’s no use. He is helpless.

“Richard, I have you exactly where I want you. I want my face to be the last thing you see before you die. I want my cunt to be the last cunt you fuck. I want you to come inside me, in spite of yourself because of how much you want me.”

I can tell that he doesn’t know whether to believe me or not. I don’t give him a chance to think. I fuck him hard and fast. He’s groaning and it sounds so fucking sexy. I then take my hands and put them around his throat. I’m not shaking. I’m not scared. On the contrary, I feel empowered. I feel more alive than I ever have before.

“This is going to be the best and last fuck of your life.”

I push myself even deeper into him, feeling his cock get harder and tighten my grip around his throat. He starts to violently jerk his body about because I am slowly stopping the air from reaching his lungs. He kicks his legs into the air. He cannot escape and he knows this.

“Don’t worry my sweet. It’s going to feel so fucking good.” I bend down to kiss his lips one last time.

I fuck him fast and furious as that sweet rush threatens to own me. I want to time it just right. When he starts to come my fingers press against his windpipe and I can hear the stifled choked moans as he gasps, his lungs begging for air. I can feel his cum shooting into my pussy as the rush of orgasm spreads over me like melted lust. In the last seconds of his life I watch both the light and the dark drain from his eyes.

I lean towards him and whisper in his ear, “You were wonderful my sweet.”