Despising you

Chapter 34

Long ass chapter ahead

J e n n i e

Anger fuels the way Lisa and I behave around each other. I think it always has, regardless of the underlying softness and the intimacy that we've been fighting against lately. The main undercurrent has always been anger, fury even—there's no denying how toxic that is, but I don't care, it's riveting.

Even after throwing my possessive feelings up in front of her, anger was still prominent in the air, especially during the car ride to her house. It was completely silent, not uncomfortable, but rather tense.

I couldn't stop thinking about how she was about to have sex with other people and I presume she was still thinking about what I said to her this morning because she looked furious, especially when she practically dragged me out of my car and up into her bedroom. Thankfully, she told me that her brother wouldn't be home for a long while.

Now we're both here, standing in front of each other and for the last ten minutes, we've been arguing about... strap-ons.

"I don't need to be coddled! We've already had sex before and I was great at that." I try not to sound too cocky, but I can't help it.

A few moments before this I had asked Lisa to bring me her box full of toys. I just have to say... wow. She really does have a lot of toys—of all shapes and colours—it was sort of intimidating. I had to force myself not to think about her using any of the toys on other people.

I ended up picking one of the packaged toys. It's around nine inches, coal black and double ended which should scare me, but it doesn't.

What can I say? I like to dive in head first when it comes to new things.

That's exactly why I was about to begin strapping it onto myself until Lisa stopped me, arguing that I wasn't ready for that and that she should be the one to wear it. She really must still be furious about what I said to her this morning, because instead of gently explaining, she practically laughed in my face.

"This is different, you've only ever been fucked before, not done the fucking," she retorts, hands on her delicious hips.

I think part of her is slightly worried, but I think mostly she's just pushing my buttons on purpose, winding me up.

Don't get me wrong, of course I wouldn't mind Lisa being the one to wear the strap on. Who in their right mind would be angry about that? However, I want to wear it this time, mostly because I want to desperately give her the best sex of her life.

"Just shut up and help me put it on," I grumble, annoyed.

She looks as if she's about to open her mouth again in protest, but before she can, I begin stripping my dress off. That shuts her petulant little mouth up very quickly.

I revel in the way her eyes soak up my body as I begin discarding my panties and bra, as quickly as I can. She's practically salivating and it's only making me wetter than I already am.

I beckon her over with my finger and she diligently comes towards me, with the strap on in her hand. She sighs heavily like she's so annoyed I'm getting my way, or rather irritated that she likes it so much.

She holds the strap on out and I step into it, placing my hands on her shoulders for balance. My eyes watch her as she tightens the toy around my hips.

It's so hot in here.

"Here, this goes inside you." She gestures to the smaller side of the toy, looking up at me for confirmation and I nod enthusiastically. She slowly puts the smaller part inside me and I gasp lightly, feeling my tightness adjust to the toy slowly.