I first wrote this when I was very, very
angry at someone, but it just didn't work. It's not really a torture of any sort, but more of a
reward. It's very odd, I know. I'm a complex person. 3 Chrys The Story: Furious, I checked my email
one last time. "That's it," I muttered under my breath. "He can NEVER apologize. Everything is
ALWAYS my fault. Always ..." I quickly shut down my computer and stormed out of the house, grabbing
my coat and keys on the way out. I started up my little blue Honda and pulled out of the driveway.
A week and a half ago, Devon and I had a little misunderstanding. Hating to be wrong, I was
embarrassed to talk about it, so with a hug and not so much as a goodbye, I left for home. I
emailed him later that night, asking him to forgive me, but it had been three more emails and a
week and a half later, and Devon hadn't even so much acknowledged that I was even alive. "This is
*not* how you're supposed to treat your girlfriend," I mumbled under my breath, stomping on the
accelerator. He hadn't even called. What was up with him? The more I thought about it, the more
irritated I got. I could not believe the nerve of Devon. He had never acted this way before. What
was it? Was he selfish? Could he just not stand to give in and admit we were both wrong? Does he
have a fear of a commitment? WHAT? Not knowing what I was going to do, but sure that he would be
home--Wednesdays were his "relax away from civilization days"--I fumed. I could stomp in there,
throw open the door and demand to know what was going on. I could ring the doorbell and get down on
my knees and beg. I snorted out loud. I was too upset for that. I can't believe he wouldn't respond
to *any* of my emails, *any* of my phone messages, *anything* pleading him to just tell me what was
going on. Suddenly it occurred to me ... It *was* I who started the fight. "Stupid boy," I said out
loud. "I apologized already." His words came back to me. " ... You always apologize, but it's
haphazard. I don't think you really mean it. Why do you do this to me? Don't you love me? ..." I
nearly stopped the car. "You're right, Devon ..." I mumbled under my breath, almost saddened by my
stupidity. I always apologized, but then I just blew it off. Immediately repentant, I decided I
would need more than a simple "I'm sorry" this time. I thought for a moment.  I pulled into
his driveway and was pleased to see his car there. I ran up the steps and rang the doorbell. I
stood there, gathering my thoughts, as I heard his footsteps come to the door. I heard them pause,
and I wondered for a moment if he was going to open the door. But he reluctantly turned the handle
and faced me. "Raven," he said, his face completely blank. "Devon," I said, putting my hand against
the door as I breathed in deeply in and out. "Why ... WHY THE HELL HAVEN'T YOU WRITTEN BACK?" He
looked at me for a minute. "It's Wednesday." I stepped inside and pushed his chest with both hands.
"You're damn right it is. That's how I knew you'd be home." I didn't give him a chance to respond.
He was just standing there with a dumb look on his face. I slammed the door shut and started
advancing on him. "Why the hell haven't you written me? What did that mean? I've apologized. I've
APOLOGIZED. Yet you refuse to even acknowledge that I exist." "Raven, I just don't want to--" "SHUT
UP," I said. "I don't want to hear you talk." "You really need to calm--" Devon started. "Calm
down?? CALM DOWN?? I'll tell you what, Devon. We'll go back to last week, where I was calm for ten
days, waiting for a word. A sign. Something that showed me that you were alive. But you know what?
I got nothing. You didn't write me. You didn't call me. You ignored every type of contact I tried
to make with you. You refuse to talk about the other night. You REFUSE. What am I supposed to
think? What am I supposed to do?" As I was ranting, I began to pace about his house. I went from
room to room, touching things and moving things from a counter to a different counter. I knew that
made him nervous--it's one of his pet peeves. He followed me around, not saying much, simply
picking things up and putting them back in their spots. I finally stomped into the kitchen.
"DAMNIT, DEVON. We have a fight, and you won't even acknowledge that I exist. But we've been dating
for a year and a half! But one time, you don't get your way, and you turn into a crybaby." Devon
came around the kitchen counter and was staring at me, stonily. "You simply don't get it, do you,
Raven? You--" "NO! There is a side of me you've never seen, and GODDAMN IT, YOU'RE GOING TO SEE
IT." I swept everything off the island in the middle of the kitchen, sending magazines and a couple
plastic bowls crashing into the next room. "Raven!" Devon said, startled for the first time. "NO!"
I screamed, throwing open the fridge door. I began to pull things out, tossing them left and right.
Apples, juice boxes, carrots ... Devon strode across the room to stop me. He grabbed my left arm
and spun me around. "Raven, I think you need to--" "DEVON. You don't know what I need to do." I
wrenched my arm out of his grip, and stood up tall to face him. "What I need is for you to BACK UP
RIGHT NOW." I placed the palms of my hands on his chest and pushed him across the kitchen roughly.
He backed into the island, completely surprised at this display of strength. I shoved him and
stepped back abruptly, my eyes narrowed into slits. "Now you are going to DO what I TELL YOU to
DO." Devon was bigger than me and could easily overpower me. I saw the gears in his head whirring,
wondering if he should just kick me out or call the police. "Raven, I really think you should just
leave." "No, I will NOT fucking LEAVE," I spat the last word in his face, then grabbed his face
with both hands and began to kiss him roughly. Kiss was hardly the word for it. "Suck face" would
probably have been more appropriate. Surprised, his lips parted to let my probing tongue seek
entrance. I began to suck on his lower lip, then pushed my tongue in and out of his mouth. A few
seconds into the kiss, he began to respond with the same time of intensity. I pulled away roughly,
and stepped back. "You have been acting TERRIBLY, and that was the punishment for not even saying
goodbye when I left." I grabbed him roughly again, and our passionate kiss resumed. My hands raked
through his hair as I pushed my whole body against his and ground him into the island. Rubbing my
body vigorously against his, I wriggled my breasts against his chest and felt his tongue reach into
the back of my mouth. I tore my lips away, but he wouldn't let me go. Pulling me against him, he
licked up my neck and started sucking on my ear. "Devon, goddamn it, get naked right now." We broke
apart and pulled our clothes off as fast as we could go.

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 I ripped my t-shirt up and over my head
and then dropped my shorts to the floor. I watched Devon unbutton his shirt and throw it to the
side. He pulled his own shorts down and paused to watch as I unhooked the clasp of my bra. I let my
breasts free as I flung the bra across the kitchen, and tore down my panties. Devon hungrily looked
at me and resumed pulled off his boxers. I could see him beginning to sport an erection already. He
lunged for me, but I darted away, breasts bouncing, and shouting, "DON'T TOUCH ME. NOT YET." He
stopped, threw his arms up and said, "What?" "Get on the fucking island. Lay down." "What?" he
asked. "DO IT. NOW." He hopped up there and sat for a moment. I looked at him resolutely, until he
sighed, swung his feet up over the ledge, and laid down. He kept his knees slightly bent and I
looked at his erection for a moment, before I turned to the fridge. Devon sat up. "LAY THE FUCK
DOWN," I ordered, not even turning from rooting in the fridge. "Close your eyes, too." I found what
I was looking for. I turned around and saw him, for once, dutifully with his eyes closed. "Devon,
you've been a very naughty boy. This is phase two of your punishment. Apparently you need to be
taught a thing or two about email, which is the lesson we will have after your punishment is over.
Keep your eyes closed." When I was sure that he wasn't peeking, I pulled the bottle of chocolate
syrup from the fridge and shut the door. I opened the bottle, then put my left hand over his eyes.
With my right hand, I began to pour it across his stomach, swirling it in patterns. He jumped when
the cool syrup hit his skin. "Keep your eyes closed!" I commanded. "Don't open them until I say you
can." I put the bottle next to his head. I jumped up on the counter, straddling his legs, sitting
below his erection. I started at the bottom of his abdomen and worked my way up. I licked the syrup
off his hips, sucking and licking, and he grasped my head. I let my breasts brush against his cock
every once in awhile as my tongue swirled around his stomach and up his chest as he squirmed
underneath, moaning and rolling back and forth. I knew he was looking at me, and I stopped what I
was doing when I was almost done and looked up. He was staring into my eyes. It was a look of
either complete surprise or pleasure or a mixture of both. "DEVON," I said, firmly. "I said to keep
your eyes shut. Now, do you know what I have to do for that?" I licked the last bit of chocolate
off his shoulder, let my right breast brush past his penis one more time as he twisted underneath
me, and grabbed the chocolate bottle. "Watch," I said, staring into those steel blue eyes. His
chest still had chocolate on it in little sticky tongue-pools, and his arms had dropped to his
sides. He looked completely overwhelmed and just stared at me, bewildered. I put a knee on either
side of his legs and tipped the bottle of Hershey's syrup upside down. I let it ooze out of the
bottle, holding it over his cock, waiting for it to driiiiip ... It hit his cock and he lifted his
hips into the air, moaning. "That is so ... weird ... feeling ..." he moaned, staring at what I was
doing. I put the bottle down and looked at his manhood, covered in chocolate. I gripped it with
both hands and rubbed it for a moment, and he frantically pushed against me. Nonchalantly, I leaned
back, looking at my chocolate covered hands. I slowly licked the chocolate from each other my
fingers, and Devon looked on, completely enthralled. His eyes were wide and before long, he moaned,
"Oh, Raven, please ... touch me again ..." I finished licking the chocolate off, and got down on
all fours. Smiling, I began to lick the chocolate off his engorged penis, as he rocked his hips up
to meet my lips. I licked the head, then traveled down the shaft, then rolled my tongue over his
balls, licking, licking, licking the dripping chocolate. Finally, I began to swallow it and sucked
it into my mouth, sucking, sucking, sucking, and finally, I stopped going after the chocolate. My
tongue swirled over his cock and he ran his hands through my long, black hair. My movements became
more intense, I sucked with more fury than ever, and his hips bucked and he moaned, "Raveeeeen ..."
as he came. He emptied himself into my mouth and I swallowed quickly. I sat back on my heels and he
collapsed backwards on the counter. "God, that was good," he said. "Good?" I asked. "That was good,
but that's not all." "What?" he said. I stood up. "Look at me," I said, bending my knees outwards
and gliding a finger over my pussy. "I'm sopping wet. Look what you DO to me." Devon grinned. "I
can help you do something about that ..." he said, sitting up. "That's your final punishment. For
misuse of the telephone ..." I laughed. I sounded ridiculous. Then I got serious. "Lay back down."
Devon obediently laid down. I perched myself on his stomach and leaned down to kiss him. We started
kissing once again, our mouths gliding over one another. sucking and licking each other's mouths, I
waited until I was sure he had an erection again, then I let go. I sat up and move backwards. I
stared down his erect cock for a moment, then rolled my eyes back into my head and impaled myself.
He slid into my body in one smooth movement. I felt him filling me up, going deeper and deeper as I
slid down onto him. "Ohh, God, Devon ..." The feeling just got more intense, then finally I had
reached the end of my vaginal wall. I began to rock, pulling him in and out. "Oh, Devon ..." my
pleasure rose. I rocked back and forth, my eyes closed, head thrown back, just feeling his thick
member inside me. It slid back and forth, rubbing over the best spots. I felt his hand creep up and
I did nothing to stop him. He began to finger my clit, pushing all the right spots. He massaged it
with two fingers, moving back and forth, back and forth, matching our rhythm. Our ecstasy rose, and
I could feel his hips pushing up against me as he grunted. "Raven, fuck, that's good," he moaned,
helping keep up the momentum. "Oh, God," I moaned. "I'm coming ..." I moaned, moving closer to
orgasm. He began to squeeze my clit and a tingly feeling shot through my whole body. I rocked
faster and faster and suddenly, the sharp sting of orgasm hit me full force. "FUCK, DEVON, GOD,
YEEEES," I moaned, slamming myself down onto his cock and gripping the hand that was pleasuring my
clit. "Yeeeees," I felt his body shudder into mine as he moaned my name and emptied himself into
me. It died away and I pulled myself off of his now flaccid member. "God, that was good, Raven,"
Devon said. "Yeah, you remember that, the next time you want to act up," I said. "I might not be so
lenient on you ... next time ..." 

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