Every morning before she was awake, I would send a text to her phone, instructing her on what I wanted her to wear down to the color of hair tie she would put in her hair, and even what style of panties she would have on under her clothes—if any. If she questioned my orders, she would be punished—not with pain, but by a lack of it. In a woman like Jessica, to use pain as a punishment was like reprimanding a child by giving them candy. No, if I wanted Jessica to obey, she needed to learn that she wouldn’t receive the release she craved.

“Are you in bed?” I texted her just before midnight. I had ordered her to wait for my order before she even thought of closing her eyes.

“Yes, Sir,” she replied within moments. I couldn’t help but feel a rush whenever she called me ‘Sir.’ My cock would come straight to attention, pushing against the soft fabric of my boxers and I would be thankful for my private room.

“Is Becky asleep?” I asked as I slipped my boxers off, standing in the middle of my dorm my hard cock standing stiff as a steel rod.

“Yes, Sir. She went to sleep an hour ago. I’m ready to obey,” Jess texted back, the soft chirp of my phone filling the quiet air of my dorm.

“Open your legs,” I typed before taking my cock in my hand and slowly working it from base to tip. The power was more than a little intoxicating, knowing that someone would do whatever you asked of them without hesitation.

Another chirp from my phone told me that she’d done what I asked. I looked down at the screen, pleasantly surprised to see a picture of her smooth, silken thighs spread apart on her bed.

“Like this?” she asked, and I could almost imagine her chest heaving in anticipation.

“Good,” I replied, biting down on my lip. “Play with yourself.”

“Yes, Sir,” she replied, and a moment later a picture of her fingers nestled into the folds of her velvety pussy was on my screen. My cock throbbed as I began stroking it a little faster, closing my eyes as I recalled the way her cunt felt around my cock.

The fear I’d had of being discovered had disappeared the moment I’d slid myself deep into Jessica’s virgin pussy. Now, the thought that I was fucking my stepsister was probably one of the biggest turn-ons of our entire relationship. Knowing that I shouldn’t be doing it was what made every thrust inside of her so sweet. We had no friends here, save for Becky, and she had apparently been telling Jessica to fuck me for years. If only she’d listened sooner…

“It feels so good,” she texted, sending yet another picture of her slickening pussy. I let out a moan as I felt a twinge in my shaft, a wave of pleasure rolling out from between my thighs. I began to stroke myself faster still, letting out a groan as the next thing my stepsister sent to me was a video of her fingers flicking slowly on her tiny little clit. “I miss how you feel in me, Sir.”

“Slide them inside,” I ordered. “Show me.”

Within moments, an incoming facetime call rang onto my phone. I watched the screen as two of her fingers slipping deep into her now dripping pussy. My cock throbbed harder with every stroke, a pressure building between my hips. All those times I’d touched myself imagining what this would be like, what her wanting me would be like, none of them compared to actually knowing that if I told her to, Jessica would walk to my dorm buck-ass naked and bend over, begging for my cock.

“I’m so close,” she texted. “It feels so good, Sir.”

I growled softly in frustration. I couldn’t make it easier for her. She needed to be controlled, held under my will if she was going to get any real satisfaction out of this.

“No one said you were allowed to cum,” I whispered.

“But Sir!” she replied, ever so quietly, “It feels so good! Please, may I?”

“I gave you an order,” I said, “and you’ll do it, or you’ll face the consequences.”

“Yes, Sir,” she replied, though I knew she was desperate to push herself beyond that edge and fall into the bliss of her own climax. Jessica was more than eager to explore the dark corners of her desires, eager to feel the release of her orgasm wash over her. Some days, I felt like I’d created a monster.

“I didn’t say stop, either.”

“But I’m so close!” she said, “Dick, I’m so close to cumming.”

“I said don’t do it, I will punish you if you even dare cum a second before I tell you to. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”

I pumped my hard cock to the sight of those delicate fingers toying viciously at that wanting pussy. I felt like every fantasy that I’d ever had about Jessica was coming true all at once. I hungered for her, unable to push her from my mind now that I’d had a taste. I was hooked.

I watched as my stepsister plunged her fingers deep inside of herself, whimpering my name in ecstasy, barely able to restrain herself from going just that extra inch toward the edge.

“Please!” Jessica begged, her panting growing more and more insistent, more labored and uneven. “It’s driving me insane!”

Harder and harder I stroked my thick dick, the pressure between my legs growing with every stroke. I moaned out loudly into the darkness of my dorm, biting down on my lip as a pulse of pleasure rocketed from my tightening balls. It was getting to be too much, too much to hold back from falling into that sweet oblivion.

“Please, Sir!” she whimpered as her fingers pumped in and out of herself. “I need to cum for you…”

It was too much to hold in, the way she begged and moaned out for me as she soaked her fingers in her own sweet juices. It felt like I was going to explode if I didn’t let myself fall over that edge and into the torrential flood of my impending orgasm.

“Cum for me,” I said, pointing my phone’s camera right at my red, throbbing cock to give her a little visual of her own. I pumped that shaft harder and hard, ordering her in a low, growling voice to cum while she looked at my cock.

It felt so sudden, almost unexpected, though I had been building up to this release since the moment I’d come home from practice that day. I reveled in the complete control I had over Jessica, the way she surrendered herself to me and obeyed like an obedient servant. She was mine, and that thought alone was enough to drive me right over the edge.

My cock throbbed hard, nearly bringing me to my knees as I worked my rigid shaft up and down. I closed my eyes, throwing my head back as the looming wave of my climax crashed down right on top of me, my heavy balls tightening as I felt the warm gush of my own cum ejecting from the swollen tip of my dick. I cried out, my eyes closed tight with every spasm from my shaft, ropes of my seed covering my fingers and dripping onto the floor.

As I opened my eyes I looked down at the video feed and saw Jessica’s face.

She bit down hard on her bottom lip, doing her best to silence the moans and whimpers that were doing their damnedest to escape. Her face contorted in what almost seemed like pain, except for the smile that was plastered across her face. Her eyes stared up into the camera, looking at me over the live feed as she came hard all over her fingers.

“Did I go good, Sir?” she asked me.

In all the times I’d been with a woman, no one had ever had me more satisfied than Jessica. Even in our little sexting sessions I’d never felt happier, never felt so satisfied than I did with her.

“You did perfectly, my pet,” I replied, lounging on my bed, my eyes half open as the afterglow began to wash over me. “This was one of the best yet.”

“I’m glad you liked it,” she said, looking up at me seductively.

“Now it’s time for bed,” I replied barely able to keep my own eyes open. I’d come to love our little night-time rituals, each one making me eager for the coming day as I planned new ways I could satisfy Jessica’s need to be subservient.

“Yes, Sir,” she replied. “Do you have any orders for me? Shall I wear something special for you?”