She started rubbing her tits and tweaking her nipples, trying to make herself come, but it was no user. Finally she said "OK, OK, you can take the fucking pictures…"

"You swear, Ann?"

"Yes, yes, now fuck meeeeeeee! Make me come!"

I laid into her with renewed vigor, and she came almost immediately, in a warm and vast flood. As usual, her come made her pussy instantly slicker and hotter, and I came too, our juices mixing inside her.

Afterwards, we lay for several minutes before she had the strength to talk.

"That was shitty," she said, but the bitterness in her voice was distant, measured.

"I want what I want," I replied. I had discovered in myself, through this domination of our high school queen, a certain calm ruthlessness that I had never known existed. I had not been as curel to her as I could have been, and that was a good thing to know too. I was strong, but no monster.

"Yes, that's obvious. You have an inhuman amount of self control too.

How could you stop in the middle like that?"

"It was not easy. But there's another thing to consider here, Ann, and I wonder if you have thought of it."

She raised her half on one elbow, and her right breast rubbed deliciously on my chest. Sir Richard began to stir, and I knew we'd be at it again very soon. "What do you mean?" she asked.

"You gave in, but not because I threatened you with distributing the photos of you and Bill. I never even mentioned it. In fact, I never do anymore."

She paused to think, her fingers absently twining in my pubic hair. "I guess you're right. I…"

"You relented because you wanted my cock. Suppose I burned the other contact sheet I have and all my negatives tomorrow, not that I am about to, but would you want to stop our afternoons here?"

The rain outside began to fall even harder, making the roof like a large drum. I could barely hear her when she said "God, you're right. It's not that I'm afraid of the photos anymore. I'm hooked." She looked me in the eyes and wrapped her hand around my now rigid dick. "I'm hooked on your cock…" She began to stroke it lovingly.