My submissive-an evil angel

Untitled Part 9

The next Friday she came over again, this time wearing a little black negligée. It was completely see-through except for the bra, which was pushing her boobs up and giving her the most spectacular cleavage. I could see that she wasn't wearing any panties underneath it.

"Do you like this?" she asked, swirling the hem around the top of her thighs, "I bought it for you."

It was so strange, how even though I'd seen her naked so many times by now, this little bit of cover made things so erotic.

"It's very nice, Lucy." I said calmly.

Her face lit up with delight. She bounced happily, her cleavage jiggling. She really wanted to please me. But I wanted her naked.

"But we wouldn't want to get it all messy, would we?" I said.

She shook her head, huge smile still spread across her face, and started to slip out of it.

Seeing how much my opinion mattered to her, how happy a simple compliment made her, was a huge turn-on.

She undressed, laying the thin material gently on my desk instead of just discarding it. She got up in front of me on the bed, then reached over and pulled my cock out of my underwear. I really enjoyed the look on her face every time she saw it, a recurring little shock of delight and arousal.

Again, she spent the first few minutes just kissing and licking it gently, enjoying the weight of it in her hands. I was fascinated by the look of admiration she had, and the almost reverential, worshipping attitude she showed towards my cock.

She was even more skilled than last time, and she managed to get even more of my thick shaft into her mouth. I finally reached her throat, but she couldn't push any farther no matter how hard she tried. After 15 minutes of intense effort on her part, I came in her hot, humming throat, thrusting the 5 inches or so that she could take as much as I could.

Afterwards, she crawled up and lay beside me, her head resting on my shoulder.

She told me about how she went to bed every night straddling her pillow, to try to sooth the desires of her pussy. She told me how almost every time she went to sleep, she had vivid dreams about sucking my dick, and swallowing my cum, and that she woke up in the middle of the night, soaking wet. She told me about how she had to change her panties every time she thought about me for too long. She told me she couldn't concentrate in class, and that her parents, and Jamie, were asking why she seemed so distracted all the time.

She told me she needed to cum.

She begged me to touch her.

I told her to get out.

She looked devastated, but left without comment.

I'd honestly never been happier in my life. Every week, the bitch I'd hated for years would come to my bedroom, suck me off, beg me to let her cum, and then leave incredibly frustrated but still obeying.