Dominated by a Bully

Barrett's POV

Jessy walked into my dorm room wearing a black skirt and a loose pink crop top. She knew exactly how to dress to get me going. Not that it was hard, Jessy was easily the most exciting girl. Moat girls like Emma knew exactly what they wanted and so they would flirt and tease and work towards getting what they wanted. But Jessy had this sort of perceived self innocence, thinking she is sweet and cute. But no, she was just a freak wanting desperately to be set free.

"You called for me? Master?" She asked as she walked over to me. She never forgot her role when it was just her and me, a slut and her Master. Such a well trained little thing. "Kneel down" I commanded as I moved away to grab the choker I had purchased for her. Jessy kneeled down as told and waited patently as I showed her the pink choker. Without a word I gently put it on her and got it nice and tight around her neck.

I could see the gentle blush on her cheeks, of course she wouldn't admit out loud that she loved this. But that was part of the fun, her resistance, her initial denial, like she wanted to be broken down, so she could blame someone else for her sexual behavior.

I cupped her chin and made her look up at me, while my other hand grabbed her boobs under her top to grope her. "You truly are the most beautiful slut" I knew that would get her excited. I knew she loved to hear how much better she is than anyone else.

At first I didn't understand Jessy, why was such a hottie dating such a loser like Joey? Why did she defend him, why did she play these games of resistance? But I found myself enjoying how she broke down so I didn't think too much on it. Over time though I've come to understand.

Jessy was a much simpler woman than she herself maybe realized. She was highly competitive, and she had every intention of being the best and having the best. She wanted to be the best cheerleader, she wanted her team to be the best team, she wanted to be the best student, be the best girlfriend, have the best love. Joey loved her dearly, that boy lives and breathes for his girl. So she would never let that go, but with me she had gotten something as well.

"You put on such a good show for Joey my little slut" I complimented her. She looked so pathetic underneath me, it was adorable. "Tell me, do you want me to reward you?" She gently nodded her head "yes Master, please reward your little slut."

With me Jessy had found the best for her sexually, and that was all she ever wanted. To be the best and have the best. So she's been desperately trying to hold onto both Joey and myself. Wanting to keep his love, but keep my lust. Once I realized that the rest was simple. It would be best for me to keep Joey happy, so long as he was happy she was happy, and so long as she was happy she would remain my little plaything.

I took down my shorts, smacking my cock against her face. Her eyes were wide with excitement, she was trying so hard not to show it though. She enjoyed the tease, she enjoyed the game. "What does my slut want?" I asked with a chuckle, I had to admit I loved watching her squirm.

"I want Master's cock, please Master." Joey had no idea just how delightfully lustful his girlfriend truly is. Or perhaps he did? He didn't seem taken as aback as I thought he would be when he watched me fuck her. Perhaps he knew, perhaps that was why he had been so willing to go forward with this idea? After all he would do anything to make Jessy happy.

I stepped away from Jessy, and I could instantly see the anguish in her eyes. Perhaps I should let her suffer a bit more? Ah but I had to admit I wanted this almost as much as she did. So I walked around her, coming up behind her as she opened her mouth and leaned her head back.

Jessy could pretend all she wanted, there was no denying she knew exactly how to use her body. I positioned my cock and watched as it pushed down her throat. I could she the bulge straining against her choker.