Don't Go (Jenlisa Adaptation)

29. Where is the monster?

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.

Enjoy and thank you for reading :)

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Jennie crept into the room she knew she slept. She'd said she had full rein in the house... she didn't believe her. But she had to do something.

As usual, the door was unlocked. She opened it, shutting it beside her.

Her eyes flared open at the sound.

She undressed herself in the dark, knowing the element of surprise would lose her.

Lisa knew she was there. And she knew who she was. She was waiting.

She wandered to the bed, pulling back the covers.

"How do you want me?" She breathed, almost silent, almost hoping she was asleep, and she could tiptoe out of here.

She said nothing. What could she say? Jennie sighed, climbing on top of the large Thai. She later was on her chest, shivering. She'd enjoy the sturdy broad muscle if only the owner wasn't...

"Tell me what you want, please."

What she wanted? Her. Her again.

"Take... " She paused, unsure. "Take control."

She closed her mouth and Jennie knew that was what she wanted, no questions. It confused her to the core. She was surprised she hadn't punished her for what she did. She never suspected she'd like it.

But maybe she didn't. Maybe Lisa just wanted to hurt her and needed a reason. But no. She didn't ever need a reason to hurt her other than she wanted to.

Jennie closed her eyes, fumbling for Lisa's hand in the darkness. Lisa stared at her, unseeing, knowing she was there, feeling her warm breath fanning her lips.

She moved her hand down. Down further until it reached her pussy. She pressed it against her mound, clearing her that.

"Rub me there," She said timidly, her mouth wanting to add a please. A please, daddy.

She did so, rubbing her clit softly, slowly, leisurely.

She bit back a soft moan. Her juices began to flow, so she took her hand, and stopped it.

She wrapped her hand around her length, larger than life, just like Lisa, hard and throbbing. She aimed the weapon she'd always used against her toward her pussy, letting Lisa ease into her.

It didn't feel bad.

She moved her hips, back and forth, as the pleasure heated the room, seeping into the pairs skin.

"Let me kiss you," Lisa rasped. "I want to feel your lips on mine."

She clenched her jaw. "N-no. Keep your hands here. Don't touch me."

So she didn't. How weak she felt. Unable to move. Unable to have what she wanted. Forced to listen to her instruction.

How powerless.

But she felt... so much. Her blood hummed with something that wasn't hate, numbness, and, anger. It was a buzzing; a joy almost.

She could feel her tightening against her, as she commanded her body. She didn't think. He didn't dream.

She felt. She felt her, so caught up in the moment, in wanting to feel her and not being able to that her body surrendered and felt some joy.

Some pleasure.

"Don't," She said as Lisa began to tense, "Not inside me."

But she didn't get off her, so she could release. She trapped her inside her, with only pleasure and her command.

She held back, only thinking of following her order, until she couldnt.

She tended up, releasing a torrent of cum inside her. It felt so good, to at last, let go.

Until she sighed. "I'm disappointed," She murmured simply.

Her heart felt like it cracked. Disappointed?

"I'm sorry," The words flooded out of her mouth, "I didn't mean to. Please don't be disappointed in me."

She was clueless. Who was speaking? Not the woman- the monster she knew, certainly not.

"It doesn't mean anything."

But it did. It just did.

"Wait, Jennie-" Jennie raises off of her, gathering her clothes putting them on.

Lisa was still in a haze of bliss, the words she said not really her own. They belonged to the woman who belonged to her.

"If I do better next time... will you sleep? With me here?"

She made no promises, slipping out of the door, as she slipped into sleep, completely unaware that she'd bared her weakness to a monster of her own making.

The broken stayed broken, she'd soon learn. And hurt people, hurt people.

Especially the people who'd hurt them.

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How the tables have turned :)