Don't Go (Jenlisa Adaptation)

26. Control

This story is adapted from the original story 'Don't Go' by emjaywrites. This is just an adaptation! All rights belong to the original owner.

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She sunk her teeth into Lisa's flesh. Her head fell back, as her body writhed, her back arching, the most powerful woman, powerless against her.

"Let me go, Jennie."

She put her lips against her pulse, as it beats out of control.

"Shhh... " She smirked. "You're so powerful, so powerful."

"Jennie, what are you doing" Lisa wavered, swallowing.

"You always say you can't feel. But look at you, " She whispered, as Lisa panted under her. "Look how much you feel."

She swallowed as Jennie licked her neck. She could easily just remove her from her body. But... 

"Where did this come from?" She asked.

"I'm frustrate. And angry. And horny. And I want you."

She surrender to her. It was the withdrawals. She'd done her to her. Whatever she needed, she felt she had to give.

Jennie raked her skin down Lisa's belly as she arched once again. What was this feeling. She had always been in control.

She'd never once relinquished control to anyone else.

But her heart... it was beating so hard, she almost thought it would leave her chest.

"Jennie," She moaned, as Jennie clawed her way down her chest, undoing her pants.

"You've always been in control of my life, " She hissed. "It's my turn."

Lisa's eyes widened, as she settle down on her manhood.

She reached for her, wanted her lips against hers.

She pulled away. "Don't touch me."

Panting, Lisa restrained herself. She'd done this to her. She had to atone. This is what she wanted.

She had to give it to her.

She didn't know what else to do. Nothing she'd done had worked. There was so much life in her eyes again.

The light she'd killed. How could Lisa refuse? She could dare to refuse?

She was strong enough-she knew-she was strong enough to give her control.

Jennie took her pleasure from her. "Raise your hips against me," She ordered

She told what she told her.

She was a Goddess in her eyes, in that moment she felt... everything.

She felt everything.

Jennie sunk her nails into her skin, as she closed her eyes.

"Sink your teeth into my flesh," Lisa whispered.

Jennie opened her eyes. "Excuse me?"

She swallowed. "Please... please sink your teeth into me."

How long had it been since she'd said please?

She realized then, as Jennie smirked, and told Lisa, no, that this was what Lisa had hoped for.

She was almost like a child again, powerless again. But in that powerlessness, came all the emotions she'd abandoned.

When Jennie was in control, she could feel again.

She had it all wrong. She thought Jennie's pain was what made her feel. Maybe it was Jennie's control.

And if she gave herself to her? Could she do that? Would she?

Jennie would hurt her, there was doubt. After all she'd done...

Did she even want to feel? Maybe... she opened her eyes, ready to push her off when she saw it. Her relaxed face, as she writhed in pleasure.

Pleasure. She was... pleased.

She could atone for the sins committed. She could feel again. But she would have to give the one thing she spent her whole life aquiring.

the one thing she'd fought for, killed for.

Lisa's power. Her control. And if she didn't control everything thing, did she control anything?

If she gave herself to her, what would she be?

Jennie rolled off of her, snuggling into the bed, her back to her.

She dozed soon after. Once she knew she was asleep, Lisa turned over, watching her carefully.

She didn't cry that night. Not one tear. Not once.

Her one friend. The one person who had always given her hope.

Could she be hers? Maybe she should just set her free. She could live the way she'd been living, without her to baffle her.

But she couldn't do that either. There were many people who wanted this soft Goddess. Many people.

She couldn't make her leave without the boy. And they simply weren't safe without her protection.

As soon as she lets them go...

They'd be killed. One of the reasons she'd kept her so long.

So what would she do? Her best ached with the need to make up for the things she'd done.

She understood, to a point, what she'd done to her. It made the cavity in her chest ache.

She couldn't give her complete control of her. It wasn't possible. But she could give her as much freedom as she could, and control here, in their bed.

Would that world Would that appease her?

Would that atone for the sins she committed.

She watched her all night. She wanted to make sure she didn't cry.

She had to be sure she was making the right choice.

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