Your Pain Is My Comfort

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p***s, p***s, p***s. p***s.

That's literally all I could think about. And I'm gay! I couldn't focus on her hands, or how they held onto my hips, or how her eyes held so much freaking dominance and lust, or how my lip is bruised, I can't even focus on the damn kiss. The only thing that occupied my mind was the word p***s.

"Like I said. I can please you in more ways than you can imagine, and clearly, looking at you so sexually frustrated, and helpless, pleases me"

Ok, other than the fact this woman clearly has a degrading kink, what does she mean by that? I mean, I know what she meant. Deep down, I know what she meant. But it was like there was something blocking me from even finishing that thought.

I can't come to a conclusion about something unless I have all the facts. And at the moment, I have a few facts. But I don't have enough evidence. I mentally scoffed. What? You want her to pull down her pants and show you?

Everything about this woman is so frustrating! Her actions and her emotions, if I can even call them that. No. It's not even her emotions, it's mines. I can't control them. I can't stop them. I can't see that this woman in clearly just using just like she apparently does to other people. I'm just a means to an end to her.

"Are you okay, love?" I snapped out of thought as I looked up to see a smiling Veronica looking concerned. I cleared my throat and nodded my head. She continued to stare at me, not doubt, knowing I'm lying. But instead of pushing on it she grabbed my hand. I looked down and a small blush couldn't help but pop up.

I heard Veronica giggle. "I like when you do that," I nervously pulled away my hand and looked back at the water fountain.

We were at the park and after a few minutes of walking around aimlessly she got a call. So I went to go sit down at this bench that was in front of a fountain. I always loved fountains. Especially around Christmas time. When people would decorate it, and the color of water would change, and people would come together take pictures around it.

But at the moment, it was just a plain water fountain, but it still put a smile to my face. "What was the call about? If you don't mind me asking," she leaned back and crossed her arms and legs. She had on sunglasses and was staring around at the people walking around.

"My sister," she sighed after she said it. Making the conclusion that her and her sister don't get along too well. "My mother's burial is coming up soon, and my father wanted both of his daughters there," I nodded my head.

"Does she not want to go?" I asked. I know my mother and I have a past, but like, if she died, I would go to her funeral.

"Our family doesn't get along too well. Especially my sister. She's independent. Has been for as long as I can remember," I could hence the sadness in her voice. But there was also anger in it. "All I wanted growing up was a sister. And I had one. But to her, I wasn't her sister. I was just a random person living down the hall from her. And I'll be honest, it hurt," I reluctantly put my hand on her lap, not knowing what to say. She looked down at my hand and grinned. "But as we got older, I learned a lesson. Family isn't everything," she turned to look at me. "Sometimes blood is as thick as water,"

My face dropped a little as I remember hearing that from somewhere. Or someone, but I can't remember where. "Can I confess something to you?" I nodded my head and watched as she started smiling. "I can't stop thinking about the kiss we had," I started nervously chuckling and smiled brightly.

"I haven't been able stop replying it in my head," as she started laughing, it occurred to me. It wasn't her kiss that's been on my mind all day. Once I realized that, I knew I had to go. "Um, this has been really great, but I have a test that I need to study for tomorrow," she didn't say anything for a hot second, and because of her sunglasses, I couldn't tell how she was reacting. Before I could say anything else she smiled and stood up.

She held out her hand and I took it. I thought she was just helping me stand up, but when I did stand up she pulled me into her and grabbed my face and kissed me. As last time, I was taken off guard.

Her lips were so damn soft, and I could feel that she wanted more but controlled herself. My lips found her pace and I flowed with it. She slowly slipped her tongue into my mouth and that's when I started to panic. I didn't know what I was doing and we're in the middle of a freaking park. The kiss lasted for a heated minute and when she pulled back I could feel the heat on my cheeks. "Sorry," she whispered while slightly panting. "Just had to make sure I wasn't losing you," she moved my hair out my face with a slightly grin on her lips.

"No, no it's not that. I-its just that I-I never-"

"Was that your first kiss?" She asked with a sense of curiosity and humor. I started backing up a little and put my hands behind back. I guess my silence gave her her answer. When I looked up at her, it's like confirmation formed in her head and a smile started to slowly form. "You are so damn precious," she whispered to herself.

The word triggered me a little and I cleared my throat. "Uh, I'll text you later," I started to back away and it's like something just took over her. She never moved but I could see the way her eyes changed. They went from that sweet beautiful green, to eyes full of lust and hunger. And there was not one ounce of doubt of where I've seen those eyes.

I turned away from her and walked back to where we came from. I was too pissed off to even realize how fast I was going. And next thing you know, I'm in the elevator.

My nerves were up so high, all the investigation I had planned went out the window. I wanted answers and I wanted them now. Once the elevator doors opened I went straight to her office, ignoring the whorish receptionist telling me to stop. I forcibly open her doors, only to see her in her chair, staring straight at me, as if she knew I was coming.

"Good afternoon Miss Wilson. We really should get you on a scheduled time," I could feel the receptionist presence behind me so I shut the door in her face. I watched as she closed her eyes and chuckled to herself.

"Is this some type of game to you? Am I some type of game to you?!" My voice started rising with each passing word. I watched as she just sat there and stared.

"Can you be a little more specific?" She asked in a calm voice. I put my hand to my forehead and took a few breaths before I started yelling and end up just looking like a child.

"I hate myself. I hate myself for how easily manipulated I can be. People take the innocence I have and play with it. They use it for their own amusement, as if what they do doesn't take an effect on me and I fell for it again twice in the last week!" Her facial expression didn't change. But her eyes did.

"So, you read the book," I wanted to bang my head against a wall.

"Why did you show up at my school? Why did you corner me in the bathroom? Why did you kiss me? What did you mean you can pleasure me in more ways than one?" So many questions were running through my head and not having answers was driving me out my mind.

"I can't answer any of those questions-"

"Why the hell not?!" My hands were bawled into fist as she looked down at her own hands, as if contemplating what she should do.

"Are you here as my patient, or as a personal matter?" She asked as she got out of her chair. I watched as she walked towards me. Today she was in a suit. A very alluring, seductive suit that seemed to make my mouth water. "Please answer Miss Wilson before I become irritated," I cleared my throat.

"Personal," she nodded her head and walked up to me. With each step she took forwards I wanted to take five backwards.

"I showed up to your school because I couldn't stop thinking about you. I cornered you in the bathroom because I wanted to see how you would react to have someone stand over you, and watch you squirm until you fell to your knees," she was standing directly in front of me now. "I kissed you because I had been wanting to do that since the moment I laid eyes on you. I wanted to know how your lips would quiver under mine. How they would part as I stuck my hands in between your legs and circled your c**t. And as for the last thing," she ran her hand through my hair and pulled my head back. Her lips went to my ear, "you knew exactly what I meant," a whimper left my mouth as she started nibbling on my ear.

"I'm going to f**k you now Miss Wilson," I felt my inside starting to burn as she ran her tongue down my neck. She started sucking on my collarbone making my knees go weak. "And if I'm being honest," she moved back up to my neck and once her tongue touched that spot a moan slipped out mouth. This seemed to arouse her as her grip on my hair tightened. "I haven't felt this excited to f**k someone in a while,"