Taming of the Shrew - Chapter 3
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Hetero, Dom/Sub, Mdom
Previous parts to this story - Chapter 1, Chapter 2
The buzzing of the alarm clock startled Trevor who had always awoken to music. But his confusion didn't compare to Sue's. Casually shutting the alarm and stretching, her leg bumped into Trevor's. Sue's shriek preceded her panicked roll to the left, followed by her body clumsily falling to the floor with a thump. As she fell she grabbed for anything, dragging the blanket with her. It covered her like a snow drift. Frantically kicking and flaying her arms, she escaped from the blanket, and then scrambled onto her butt and bounced backwards until crashing into the wall. Her deep pants filled the room.
"Ms. Holloway, it's only me," Trevor said sleepily, followed by a yawn. "Don't you remember?"
Sue's hands quickly covered her front, moving from her chest to her crotch and back. Back and forth her hands moved until she finally jumped to her feet and ran screaming into the bathroom. Trevor slid his legs off the bed and rubbed his toes on the plush rose-colored carpet. He raised his arms high in the air and yawned, moving his outstretched arms in a slow arc as he brought them to his sides. Climbing out of bed he walked groggily to the bathroom door.
"Ms. Holloway, do your thing in there and I'll pick your clothes for the day. My job is to make your life simple. Okay?" He waited with his ear pressed to the door. "Ms. Holloway? Okay?"
"Okay."
Sue's response was soft, like a little girl that didn't want to answer. Trevor shrugged and walked lazily to her dresser. Opening the underwear drawer, he played with her panties before selecting a yellow one. Choosing a matching bra, he laid them on the bed. Then he fetched the rest of the outfit, neatly laying out each item.
"Leaning against the bathroom door, Trevor asked, "How much time does it normally take you to select your clothes?"
After a few moments he heard, "I don't know, maybe 10 or 15 minutes."
"See, I just saved you a quarter of an hour and kept your mind free from making several decisions. Put yourself in my hands and you will be much happier."
The only response was the shower being turned on, but Trevor heard humming. When Sue emerged wrapped in a towel held tightly to her body, she immediately walked to the bed and checked out the clothing.
"You matched perfectly," she said.
"I have three sisters."
With athletic bag in hand, Trevor went into the bathroom for his shower and such, eventually coming out in his boxers. Sue was just finishing her make-up at her dressing table and was done by the time Trevor was dressed. They had a quick breakfast and left for the office.
The next day was the same, with Sue doing less questioning. Trevor ordered her dinner and selected her nightwear. They even had time to watch a little TV. Trevor of course chose what they watched. Sue cuddled up on the couch in her babydoll, hugging a light blanket over her raised knees like a child. She was very content and relaxed, and when she got into bed she stayed on the left side without questioning Trevor lying down next to her. She fell asleep instantly, quite uncharacteristically for her.
The following day, Trevor got Sue her lunch and met with her several times to work on issues. At 5:30 he knocked and entered her office.
"I'm leaving now," he said.
"I'm not done yet."
"Do you need me to stay longer?"
"Stay longer? No, I mean I'm not ready to go home."
"Does that mean I can't go home?"
"What! You're going to your home?"
"Yeah, why?"
"Oh, I ... uh ... I just thought..."
"I can't go with you. Sorry. I know I told you I would take care of you and make all your decisions, but I only brought a change of clothes for two days. And I've worn the same suit both days. So I can't. I'll see you tomorrow. Goodnight."
Sue stared at the back of her office door. All of a sudden she felt completely lost. Where should I go eat? What will I order? Who will pick out my clothes tomorrow? How could he do this to me? She tried to return to work, but her mind filled with so many trivial questions they overwhelmed her and she sat there sobbing.
The next morning Trevor arrived at work his usual time, but Sue wasn't in her office. About 20 minutes later she came rushing through the room -- her hair in disarray, part of her blouse hanging out of her skirt, one button undone leaving a gap. She stopped at his desk and stared at him, her red puffy eyes watering. But she didn't say anything. She simply unlocked her door and went into her office.
"Is everything okay?" Trevor asked as he followed her inside and closed the door.
"No. I'm a mess. I was a wreck last night. I didn't know what to order and when I did I hated my dinner. I walked around my apartment afterwards like a zombie not knowing what to do. And then I tossed and turned all night. I didn't get hardly any sleep. I kept thinking about things like what I was going to have for breakfast when I woke up, what I was going to wear today... Can you believe I spent over an hour deciding what to wear? Can you believe that? How can that be? But every time I reached for something I wasn't sure. And then when I laid it out on the bed it didn't seem to go together so I kept putting clothes back and choosing others. It was a nightmare. I'm going crazy."
Trevor walked behind Sue and put his hands on her neck. She instantly leaned her head forward and waited. His fingers massaged her, eliciting soft moans.
"Don't worry, I'm here now. Everything will be fine. I shouldn't have left you alone. I promised to take care of you and didn't. But that can easily be rectified. Give me the key to your apartment and I'll move my stuff in. This way I can take care of you. Do you want that?"
Sue nodded her head, feeling much better. She dug into her pocketbook and placed her house key on the desk. She was sighing softly now, her body going limp. Suddenly she tensed and looked over her shoulder.
"How long will that take you? You won't be here and I need you today more than I ever have. Please don't leave me alone."
Trevor placed his strong hands on the sides of her head and massaged her temples with his fingertips. "Don't worry. You have an all afternoon meeting. I won't leave until then. By the time you're back I'll be here. We'll have dinner and go to your apartment. Okay?"
Sue placed a hand on Trevor's and said, "Thank you. Thank you so much."
Trevor stepped around Sue, holding his hands out. She took them and stood. Her eyes dropped and watched his fingers button the one she had missed and then tuck her blouse into her skirt. After he left, she stood there for a few minutes and then wandered towards the large window. Staring out onto New York Harbor, Sue noticed the Statue of Liberty for the first time. She stayed like that until Trevor knocked on her door and reminded her of her next meeting.
The morning passed and Trevor fetched Sue's lunch, and then he went to Brooklyn to gather his belongings. He stopped first to make a duplicate key for himself and was glad he remembered to tell Sue to call her building to inform the doorman that he'd be living with her. Then he moved in, taking it upon himself to rearrange Sue's stuff. Why make her make those decisions? he thought, chuckling. By the time Sue came out of her afternoon meeting, Trevor was back at his desk.
"Thank you," Sue said as she stopped momentarily before going into her office.
The redhead next to Trevor looked up, her mouth open and eyes wide. Trevor smiled weakly and shrugged. The redhead was about to speak when Trevor raised his hand, palm out, and shook his head. She looked around the room, but the "thank you" hadn't been said loud enough for others to hear. She stared at Trevor so intensely he had to look away, and then she returned to her typing.
After work, Trevor and Sue went to dinner with Trevor ordering for both. Sue sat quietly, not even opening her menu, a peaceful almost absentminded smile on her face. When they returned to her apartment the doorman gave them a funny look, but was as dignified as ever.
That night Trevor selected Sue's nightie. He sat in her bedroom, leaning back with one leg crossed over the other, watching her undress. Sue did so as if she were alone, not covering her nudity with her clothes or hands or angling her body to shield her exposed areas from Trevor's leering eyes. They slept as before, and in the morning the new ritual was followed -- while Sue used the bathroom Trevor selected her clothing for the day and then while Sue put her make-up on, Trevor attended to his morning needs.
This became their routine, and Sue welcomed it. She had never been happier and more relaxed. It got to the point that when a decision had to be made, she'd wait patiently for Trevor to make it. Outside of work, life became simple for the busy executive and she loved it.
One night, a little over a week later, they were lying in bed. In the dark, Trevor said, "Ms. Holloway, something you're doing concerns me."
"What? What's wrong?"
"Well actually it's something you're not doing."
"What's that? I'll fix it."
"Well ... my job is to make your life stress free."
"Yes, I know. Thank you. I love it."
"Well ... there are all kinds of tension. One of the worst is sexual tension. In the time I've been with you, you haven't taken care of that need once. I want you to masturbate."
"Oh my. But that's so personal. I'm fine. Really."
"No, I don't think so. It's my job to decide what's best for you. Even if you haven't, I've seen signs. Now do as I say and relieve your sexual tension."
There was silence, and then the bed shifted.
"Where are you going?" Trevor asked.
"To the bathroom."
"You won't be comfortable doing it there so you won't get the complete benefit. Get back into bed and masturbate."
Trevor waited in the dark and then smiled when his body rocked like a boat caressed by a tiny wave. The thin blanket was tugged slightly. Peering into the darkness he waited -- but stillness and silence prevailed. He was about to say something when the merest movement was felt. He waited some more not knowing what was happening, although there was definitely movement next to him. And then he heard the sigh. It was barely audible, but nonetheless there. He hadn't even realized that in the peacefulness of the nighttime he had heard Sue's breathing, that is, not until it stopped. The brief sigh was followed by an intake of air, and then nothing.
The darkness seemed to accentuate every sound and movement. Time seemed to slow down. With the lack of sight, the other senses perked up. He could feel Sue's eyes searching him out, wondering if he had heard. And then a whoosh of air was released next to him.
No words were spoken, but the movement resumed. And soon more sighs, getting louder each time -- and in shorter intervals. The mattress began bouncing, and then a leg bumped into Trevor's. He automatically jerked his away and listened, but Sue seemed oblivious to the contact.
Trevor reached for his bedside lamp and turned it on. A soft glow illuminated the room. Sue lay on her back, her eyes closed and her mouth slightly parted. The thin cover highlighted the form beneath it -- knees pointed outward and a great deal of activity where the legs came together.
Sue's eyes popped open. "Omigod, you can see!"
"Go on, do it. You know you want to. Go on, don't stop. You'll feel much better. I promise."
Trevor saw her legs separate again under the cover, but not as much. The lump at her crotch indicated her hands had never left, and now they began moving. Gazing higher he saw that her breasts molded the cover into small mountain peaks, and then he noticed her staring at him. It was almost as if she were looking through him.
Sue's legs moved more, closing and opening, her knees lifting and falling. Each time, the cover slid further down her body until her breasts appeared. The yellow babydoll Trevor had chosen was more shear than the others, and even in the low light her white breasts and dark areoles were clearly visible, as well as her hard and long nipples.
"Ahhh ... aahhh."
Trevor's eyes darted to Sue's face -- to her closed eyes and open mouth. Then her mouth formed an oval and the "ahhhs" changed to "oohhs." Her head tilted back sinking into the pillow, and her eyes became tight creases. There was a great deal of movement now and when he looked down he saw her pelvis under the cover bouncing on the mattress. The outline of her hands moved furiously.
"Oh, oh, oh, oh," Sue cried out, and then her knees rose and snapped together with her hands caught between them, the cover sliding down to her waist. Her body trembled and then her heels slid towards the foot of the bed, her legs collapsing.
Trevor stroked Sue's face as she panted. "Now, now, just go to sleep. This is just what you needed. Go to sleep now. Shhh. Sleep. Go to sleep," he said in a soothing voice.
Sue's face softened as she sighed deeply. In less than a minute she was lightly snoring. Trevor couldn't resist and carefully lifted the cover. Her hands were still inside her babydoll panties and the whiff of aroused pussy permeated the air. He slid the cover up over her breasts and turned, shutting the light.
****
Days passed and Sue questioned Trevor less and less. He'd tell her what to wear and she'd unquestioningly wear it. He'd tell her what to eat, what to watch, where to go, and she'd do it. He'd tell her to masturbate, and she would. And she was happy.
And then one day at work, sitting at his desk, Sue stormed by and slammed her door shut. Almost immediately the buzzing exploded in the quiet room. The redhead turned to Trevor and said, "Uh oh, Shrew's in one of her moods."
Trevor smiled weakly and stood up. Steping into the office and shutting the door behind him, he walked to Sue's desk and gently pulled her finger off the intercom button.
"Sometimes I hate this fuckin' job!" she screamed, opening her top right drawer and pushing the items aside violently. "They expect me to do everything. It's not like when I'm with you. But those ... those ... those fuckin' bastards don't give a shit. All they want is... Where the fuck are my aspirins?" Sue pounded the desktop with both fists -- Bang! Bang! Bang!
"Now, now," Trevor said, going behind her and rubbing her shoulders. "Let's take this off."
Sue relaxed her body as Trevor removed her suit jacket, and then she covered her face in her hands. Trevor kneaded her shoulders.
"God you're tense. What happened?" Trevor didn't understand the muffled mumblings smothered by her palms. "No, don't tell me. Don't think about it. I will make you feel better."
He continued working her shoulders and then his hands slid to her front. He undid the top button of her silk blouse and then the next and the next until half her blouse was open. Pushing the blouse off her shoulders, his hands massaged the naked skin and then slid down her front, cupping her breasts, kneading them. Sue moaned and tilted her head back against the chair. Her arms dropped limply to her sides.
Placing his lips next to Sue's ear, Trevor whispered, "Release your stress. Masturbate."
Leaning over her and looking down her body, Trevor watched Sue's hand move to her lap and then lower, towards the skirt's hem just out of reach. Trevor had selected a smart, navy business suit that day with a skirt that fell below her knees. Using both hands, Sue gathered the material and inched the skirt higher and higher, lifting her butt to do so, and didn't sit back down until the skirt was at her hips. Trevor saw the black panties he had laid out on her bed that morning.
He watched his boss' hand slip under the waistband. The shape of her hand inside the thin fabric inched downward. A long finger extended and began moving in small circles over her clit. A soft moan escaped Sue's open mouth as Trevor watched the erotic sight, his hands squeezing her breasts over her bra.
Sue's knees moved outward as far as the arms of her chair permitted. Her hips began a slow movement as she pushed her pussy against her finger. Trevor pulled her bra up over her breasts, now touching her naked flesh. Leaning over her shoulder, he captured a hard nipple between his lips and flicked his tongue over it. Sue's hips jerked even more and her legs strained to spread wider, pressing into the chair arms.
With Trevor pulling on her right nipple and his mouth working the other one, and her own finger stimulating her clit, Sue moaned so loud that Trevor looked at her closed door and wondered if anyone heard. But just then her left hand grabbed the chair's arm and her pelvis jerked back and forth, her butt rising off the seat. A long, guttural, animalistic sound came from her throat as her body stiffened. The only parts of her body touching the chair were her hand, which gripped the chair arm so tightly that her knuckles turned white, and her shoulders pressed against the back of the chair. Trevor leaned into the chair to keep it from rolling. Sue remained motionless -- suspended in air for ten seconds -- before collapsing into the chair with a loud sigh.
Trevor walked around the desk and sat in one visitor chair. He waited, and then Sue's eyes slowly opened.
"How's the headache?" he asked.
"Huh? Headache?" Sue's eyes moved up and to the left, then the right. "Headache?" she said dreamily.
"I'll take that to mean it's gone."
Trevor waited patiently until Sue came around. She looked down her body and stared in wonder. Lifting her butt she tugged her skirt down and then pulled the bra over her tits. Almost lazily, she redid the buttons to her blouse.
"Do you need anything else, Ms. Holloway?"
"Um, no. Thank you."
Trevor left the office and plopped into his chair.
"Was Shrew horrible?" the redhead asked.
"It was intense, but definitely not horrible," he said with a chuckle. "Ms. Holloway's coming along just fine."
The redhead raised an eyebrow, but Trevor returned to work so she did so as well, although glancing at him twice more.
At the end of the day, the taxi ride to Sue's apartment was taken in silence. She had come back from another round of tough meetings, and simply said, "Let's get out of this fuckin' place!"
Slamming the door to her apartment, Sue flung her briefcase clear across the room. Trevor watched it skid along the carpet, crashing into the wall. Then she took her suit jacket off and threw it onto the floor at her feet like a football player spiking the ball. Trevor walked away without saying anything, going to the bathroom and turning the water on in the bathtub.
When he came out, Sue was pacing in her small kitchen drinking scotch straight from the bottle. She lifted the bottle as she tilted her head back and then just as quickly brought it forward. The bottle left her mouth with a smack, and her face scrunched up as the alcohol burned her throat and stomach. Clutching the bottle tightly, she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.
Walking over to Sue, Trevor wrapped his fingers around the bottle. Sue jerked it away, but a stern look from Trevor caused her to relinquish it. He slowly screwed the top on, placed the bottle in the cabinet, and then took her wrist. She followed him silently.
Entering the bathroom, Trevor knelt at the tub and shut the water off. He stood and turned, stepping towards Sue and lifting one of her wrists at a time, undoing the cuff buttons. Sue's eyes followed Trevor's fingers as they moved upwards, all the way to her collar. He undid her top button and then moved to the next and the next. Her chin dug into her chest, watching him tug the blouse from her skirt and then undo the remaining buttons. Trevor grabbed the silk garment and pushed it off her shoulders. Sue moved her arms away from her sides letting the blouse slide down her body.
Sue stiffened when Trevor stepped closer, his body pressed against hers. She felt his hands on her back, and then her bra strap being tugged. When he took a step backwards, she felt the bra no longer supporting her breasts, but hanging loosely in front of them. Staring at Trevor as if in slow motion, she watched his hands go to her shoulders and then she felt the straps being gently pushed to the sides. Sue's chin hit her chest once more as she watched the bra fall to the floor.
Her eyes slowly moved up to Trevor's face, her own face complaisant, peaceful. Trevor knelt and stared up at her. He opened the side button to her skirt and then lowered the zipper. Her eyes never left his as she felt the garment slide down her legs and settle around her feet, even when his fingers slid into the waistband of her panties and pulled them down. When he tugged on her ankle, Sue placed a hand on Trevor's head and stepped out of the panties, one foot at a time.
Trevor rose and grabbed Sue's forearm, guiding her to the bathtub. She placed a hand on his shoulder and dangled her toes in the warm water, then submerged the entire foot. Bringing her other foot in, she turned with little steps. Bracing her hand against the tiled wall, she dropped to her knees and then butt, causing small ripples in the water. Lying back and settling in, her breasts looked like two volcanic islands in the middle of the ocean. Sliding towards the foot of the tub and raising her knees, she sunk deeper into the water. Small waves caressed her chin before coming to rest.
The warm water felt soothing and Sue lazily closed her eyes. But they soon popped open when she heard the water splashing. She sat up just a bit and stared at the disturbance in the peaceful water caused by Trevor's moving hands. She noticed the suds.
Trevor placed a hand on Sue's upper arm and gently pulled. She pushed with her feet, sliding backwards on her butt, and then leaned forward. Sitting in the tub, Sue watched the water run down and drip off her breasts as Trevor, with soap in hand, lathered up her back. She leaned towards him, her head wetting his shirt.
Sue opened her eyes when the caressing stopped and saw Trevor soaping up his palms. After placing the soap in the dish, Trevor gently nudged Sue back so that she was leaning against the end of the tub. Getting onto his knees, Trevor placed his soapy hands on her collarbones. With eyes closed, Sue purred when they began lathering her, turning to moans when his hands slid down onto her breasts. His hands squeezed, rubbed, and massaged the pliant flesh. When the nipples stiffened, he gently pinched and twirled them between his soapy fingertips.
Trevor carefully gathered water in his cupped hands and dripped and splashed it all over Sue, rinsing away the soap. Pulling her towards him and turning her, he folded her limp body over the side of the tub, the porcelain digging into her belly, her breasts dangling and her arms lifeless on the floor at either side of her head. Sue's forehead pressed against the tile floor, her wet hair cascading around her head. Trevor retrieved the soap and rubbed it over her raised ass and the back of her thighs. Replacing the soap, he used his bare hand to lather her up, massaging her buttocks. He wedged the side of his soapy hand inside her crack and slid it back and forth. He then dropped his hand lower, cupping her pussy and squeezng it once before rubbing it. He couldn't resist the temptation and allowed the tip of his thumb to slip inside her asshole. Sue's lower body jerked, driving more of his thumb into her.
Trevor used his free hand to scoop up water and rinse Sue's body, all the while rubbing her pussy and moving his finger in her ass. She was grunting now and let out a surprised "oh" when Trevor's middle finger entered her pussy.
The tile was hard on Trevor's knees so he rose and put his knee on the side of the tub next to Sue's body. Leaning forward and placing his free hand on the wall for support, he now had better leverage and sunk more of his fingers into her holes. He felt Sue's hands grab his leg near the ankle and hold on tightly as her moans got louder.
Trevor sunk his entire thumb inside Sue's asshole and kept it there while his other finger slid in and out of her wet pussy. Sometimes he pushed it in as far as it would go. When he did, Sue's hands gripped his leg tighter. Folded over the side of the tub didn't afford Sue much movement, but her hips began a slow circular motion. Trevor slipped his finger out and found her clit, rubbing it gently. He thought Sue was going to stop the blood flow in his leg.
Pulling his fingers out, Trevor stood up. He looked down at his boss hanging over the side of the bathtub, holding his leg for dear life. Her raised ass was still slightly moving. Reaching down, he pried her hands off his leg and grabbed her under the armpits, lifting her, and then he tucked his shoulder into her midsection and stood tall. With Sue bent over his shoulder, her arms dangling and bouncing on his back, he carried the dripping woman to the bedroom and gently lowered her onto the bed, her feet hanging over the side.
Sue's eyes were still closed. In a dreamlike state, she was conscious of what was happening but not. Trevor pushed her knees apart and dropped between them. Although he had seen her getting dressed and undressed, this was his first real look at her pussy. His fingers pushed aside the abundance of hair, exposing the puffy lips. Using his thumbs to pry her open, Trevor leaned forward and began licking the clit now popping out from its protective hood.
"Aahhh," Sue signed, and then her legs lifted and dropped onto Trevor's shoulders, the wetness quickly soaking through his cotton shirt.
His tongue flicked over her clit and wedged between her labia, licking up and down. Making his tongue taut, Trevor pushed it inside her hole, causing her hips to jerk and smash her wet pussy into his face. He slid his hands to her hips and then her butt, to hold her steady, but his reward for taking his hands away was a tongue full of pubic hair. Shit, this cunt needs to be trimmed, he thought disgustedly.
Trevor pulled back a little and began undoing his belt when he felt hands on his head, urging it back. When his belt and pants were undone, he used the flat of his hands to press her pubic hair down while opening her up. Trevor leaned forward and licked furiously inside the slit knowing that if his hands were removed he'd get a mouthful of hair. While his tongue attacked her clit, Trevor stuck his thumb inside her hole and pumped in and out. Sue's body jerked, her hips on autopilot as she fucked his thumb.
Pulling his face away, Trevor quickly pushed his pants and underwear down. Looking up he saw Sue's hands flaying in the air, her fingers extended and separated searching for his head. Standing up, he leaned forward and guided his hard cock to her opening and pushed it inside a little. Her hips jerked, impaling herself on his cock.
Seeking leverage, Sue's feet dangled a few inches off the floor searching for something solid. Giving up, she raised her legs and locked them around Trevor's waist, and pulled her hips up. And then she did it again and again, until Trevor began thrusting.
"Oh god, oh god!" she screamed, feeling a warm cock inside her for the first time -- and then her legs tightened around Trevor's body as her body shuddered. "Yes ... oh yes! Yes!"
Sue's legs slipped off Trevor and fell. He leaned on his forearms and thrust hard and fast, fucking his boss. When the effect of her orgasm subsided, Sue opened her eyes and looked into Trevor's face. And then her eyes opened real wide.
"No! What are you doing?! You can't! Oh god, no!"
But Trevor was beyond stopping. He thrust even harder, afraid he would lose the chance to finish. But something deep inside him, the rational part, realized he wasn't wearing a condom. Sue didn't have sex -- at least not with a person -- so she probably didn't use protection. He thrust in and out three more times, and when he felt he couldn't hold back any longer pulled out, falling onto Sue's body. His hips continued to fuck her, his cock rubbing on her belly, and then his face scrunched. He stopped moving and grunted, his hot semen squirting between them.
"Get off me! Get off!" Sue screamed, pushing Trevor's shoulder with all her might.
He rolled onto his back, panting hard. Sue looked at the mess on her belly and then at Trevor.
"How could you?!" she yelled, her fist slamming into Trevor's chest again and again.
Trevor grabbed her arm and pushed her onto her back. He straddled the struggling woman, pinning her arms under his knees. She kept yelling, trying to break free, but eventually tired and went limp.
"Ms. Holloway, are you crazy?"
"You raped me!"
"I did no such thing. You know, that's the second time you've accused me of rape. I did what I always do. You were tense and I relaxed you."
"But you--"
"Quiet! Did you have a hard day?"
"Yes, but--"
"No buts. Did the bath feel good?"
"Yes, but--"
"I said no buts." Sue opened her mouth. "I mean it!" Her mouth snapped shut. "You put yourself in my hands and I'm doing what you want me to do ... to make your life better. For me to do that, you gave me control of you. Remember, I make your decisions and that's how you like it. You feel better ... you don't get your headaches ... you're much happier. Think back to the bath. Did you like it?"
"Yes."
"All of it?"
"What do you mean all of it?"
"I did things to your body, more than washing it. Didn't that feel good?"
Sue's eyes looked down and she whispered, "Yes."
"Well, some people would call that rape, but not you. You liked it. And then when I brought you into the bedroom and licked your pussy, did that feel good?"
"I didn't really know what you were doing."
"I'm telling you what I did. I licked your pussy and finger-fucked it. Did you like it?"
"I don't know."
"Bullshit! You kept grabbing for my head to pull me back when I stopped."
Sue blushed. "But it felt good."
"It was supposed to. So you liked it, huh?"
"Yes."
"And when I put my penis inside you, it was you who locked your legs around me and thrust up. You were the one who drove my cock all the way in. And then it was you who fucked me. Until you came, that is. So after you stopped moving, I had to do the work. Then you started yelling for me to stop. Now tell me ... is that fair?"
"I ... I didn't know what I was doing."
"I know what you were doing. You were fucking me. So when you stopped and I fucked you, was that so wrong? Would it be fair to leave me hanging like that?"
"I guess not."
"So how can you tell me I raped you? All I did was make you feel good. Look, if you changed your mind and don't want my help anymore, I'll leave now. I don't want you to think I'm raping you when my intention is to make you feel good ... make your life better ... more simple. I have taken on a lot of responsibility for you. It's hard work, but I do it willingly because you need my help. You placed yourself in my hands to do what I think is best. Well, if you want to go back to your old way of living, just tell me. I'll leave right now."
"No, I need you! I do like you telling me what to do. Please, don't go. I'm sorry."
Trevor saw the tears welling in Sue's eyes so he climbed off her. She rolled onto her side, wrapping her arms around his leg and holding him tight. He patted her on the head like a pet and she hugged him tighter.
"I want you to be sure," Trevor said. "I'll expect your answer in the morning. I know I promised that you wouldn't have to make any more decisions, but this is ... well, it can be the last decision you ever have to make. Now let's go to sleep."
Trevor pulled free of Sue, who clung onto him as he dragged her body as he moved to the side of the bed. He stood and finished undressing and got back into bed. Sue cuddled up to him, but he pushed her away. Lying on his side facing away from her, Trevor heard the sobs. She kept him awake for a long time, tossing and turning and crying, but eventually tiredness overtook his body and he dozed off.
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