“But you want him to”said the little voice that wouldn’t shut up in her head.
She didn’t start crying, not really. she mean, the tears finally spilled over but she didn’t sit down and start sobbing. she kept telling herself that he had to come back, that he was supposed to be staying with her for the week and when he calmed down she could just explain to him what happened, that it was awful and that Daniel never wanted to see her again. She kept saying that he couldn’t be mad for long because sooner or later he would realise how stupid it was to be mad at her. She was remarkably calm in her actions — She simply walked to the living room and sat down on the floor in the bay window, staring out at the driveway. She only got up once in the next couple of hours — Stella called and she answered the phone. she told her that Mr. Harrison had left and that she couldn’t talk because he might be calling and hung up. Stella tried calling back but she didn’t pick up.
She know what she was doing was crazy and pathetic, but she was certain that he was going to come back, and she wanted to know right when he did. she couldn’t stand the fact that she had hurt him and she just wanted to try to explain what she had done to him.
A little while later, the phone rang again, and she jumped up to answer it. It was Stella. “Are you still there by yourself?” she asked.
“Yes, but he’ll be back soon,” she told her. It must have sounded desperate, but at the time, she believed it fully.
“Give me ten minutes, I’ll be right over,” she said.
“No!” she cried. “When he comes back, I have to explain what happened and it won’t work if you’re here. Once he hears it, he’ll know I feel bad and that I only needed to get fucked because I was thinking of him. I’ll all be fine, okay, Stella?” Jennifer hung up before Stella could say anything and went back to the bay window, sitting on the ground and staring out. Thinking back on it, she was being absolutely pathetic — the epitome of an ex-girlfriend or something. she don’t know why she was being so irrational. she had just convinced herself that she cared for Mr. Harrison as a friend, and she probably shouldn’t have cared that much about having been with someone else if we were just “friends.” But she think subconsciously, she knew that what Mr. Harrison and she had was pretty special, and she wasn’t willing to give that up for some other guy (or guys). Especially when the other guy sucked.
It was about an hour after Stella called that Jennifer began to cry uncontrollably. It was strange — she was fine one moment, and the next she had burst into tears, burying her head in her hands as she asked herself why he hadn’t come back yet. She haven’t cried that hard in a long time, and being tired already, she nearly exhausted herself as she sobbed. It nearly drove her crazy, the only sound being her sobs as she realised how pathetic she was, how pathetic and stupid and ridiculous she was, yet she couldn’t stop crying. She know that at some point, she calmed down a bit, her breath choked and irregular, and she was shaking. At some point soon after that, she must have fallen asleep. she don’t know how — her mind was racing and she was still sort of crying. But she did fall asleep, because the next thing she knew, someone was shaking her awake.
“Get up,” Mr. Harrison was saying to her.
“What…?” she mumbled, trying to figure out what was happening.
“Jennifer, get up,” he said. she was pulled to her feet roughly. Blinking, she looked at Mr. Harrison. The look on his face was similar to the one he had the first night she came home past curfew. His voice was stony and she shivered nervously.
“I’m up,” she whispered unnecessarily. Without a word, he grabbed her and pushed her up against the wall next to the window, holding her arms tightly.
“You aren’t going to talk unless I tell you to,” he growled, then pressed his mouth against hers fiercely. When he pulled back, she had to gasp for breath. “Understand?”
“Yes,” she gasped, her eyes wide as she looked at him.
He tightened his grip on her arm. “Yes, what?”
she winced as he grasped her arm tightly. “Yes, Daddy,” she whispered.
His grip loosened and he kissed the corner of her mouth. “Good girl. You listen to me and this will be easy. You did a bad thing tonight, Jennifer, and you’re going to be punished accordingly.”
She moaned softly. she knew she could trust Mr. Harrison fully, even with him “punishing” her, but she was still nervous about what was going to happen — in a good way. she was just glad that he was back. At that moment, she was fine with whatever he had planned for her. He kissed her softly, sliding his tongue along her bottom lip and her eyes fluttered shut, just enjoying the feeling of his lips against hers. Mr. Harrison wouldn’t let her enjoy it for long, though. He bit down on her bottom lip just hard enough to make her cry out, then pulled back. “Go to your room,” he said. “Take your clothes off and kneel facing away from the door. Do it fast.”
He pushed her away from him and she stumbled as she ran up the stairs to her room. Her heart was pounding as she ripped her dress off, nearly tearing it as she threw it to the ground. she dropped to her knees facing away from her door and looking at her bed, her breath coming quicker as she contemplated what would happen to her when Mr. Harrison came upstairs. He took his time, and probably purposely. she could hear each of his footsteps as he walked up the stairs and passed by her room, not even taking the time to glance in the open door on his way to the guest room. He couldn’t have taken more than five minutes but it felt like an hour to her. When she finally heard his footsteps coming back up the hallway, she tensed in anticipation. His steps slowed as he got to her room and a shiver ran up her spine as she heard him stop in the doorway. He didn’t move for a few moments and she had to fight the urge to turn around and see what he was doing.
Finally, she heard him enter her room. He walked up behind her slowly and she wanted nothing more than to look up and see what he was doing. His steps were slow and steady, heavy on the floor, and she heard him drop something on her desk before coming up behind her. she shivered again, willing herself not to move and see what he was doing.
“You know you’ve been very naughty, don’t you, Jennifer?” he asked softly.
“Yes, Daddy,” she whispered obediently. “I’m really, really sorry.”
“I know you are, baby,” he said. “But being sorry just isn’t enough for how naughty you’ve been.”
“I know, Daddy,” she answered. She flicked as she felt his hand on her shoulder, sliding down her arm.
“Now, be a good girl and this will be a lot easier,” he said as he moved his hand down her arm. When it got to her wrist, he pulled her arm behind her back, then did the same to her other arm. she felt him tie something around her wrists, not tight enough to cut off her circulation, but she knew she couldn’t get out of it. She was a little bit scared. His punishhernt wasn’t rough or harsh, so far anyways, and it was almost making things harder for her knowing that he was being so caring.
Mr. Harrison moved around her, and she finally got to see him. she looked up at him, her eyes wide, but he smiled reassuringly. He was naked, his dick half erect, and she knew what he wanted even before he reached down and guided her head towards his dick. Obediently, she stuck out her tongue and started to lick him, getting his dick slick before she took it in her mouth and began to suck. It slowly began to harden beneath her lips and she almost couldn’t contain a moan as she felt him grow in her mouth. He let her suck and lick at him until he was fully erect, and he let her enjoy licking him for a little bit longer before he slowly began to force more of his dick into her mouth.
Now, she can take quite a bit of a dick before she start to gag. Stella is the more experienced dicksucker between the two of them, and she can have her nose buried in a guy’s pubes and not have even flinched. She could deep-throat even Ben’s monstrous dick. Jennifer, on the other hand, like to use her tongue. She focus her attention on the tip of the dick, and she have never had any complaints on her technique. However, Mr. Harrison wanted to fuck her mouth, and with his dick already in it, there was no way for her to protest. She took as much of his dick as she could, which was a great deal, but Mr. Harrison wanted more. she tried to pull back a bit, but his hand was in her hair and he pushed her mouth down on his dick. she started to choke, and Mr. Harrison groaned as he pulled back a bit. She took a deep breath, and was glad she did — he immediately pushed back into her mouth, just as deep as before. she could feel the hair surrounding his dick brushing against her nose as she gagged, tears springing up in her eyes from her gag reflex as he continued to fuck her mouth.