Consequences of revenging

The hotel room can wait. As soon as he parks the car, I eagerly run towards the backdoor and be seated there. Chuckling, he turns off all the lights and joins me in the backseat.

"You're such a slut for me, baby girl."

"Exclusively for you, daddy." I say, I don't mind him calling me a slut... unless there's another meaning attached to it.

Spreading my legs, I watch him put on another dotted condom as I whine about the baby preventer.

"Aw~ don't use that now! I don't like the artificial tingles it gives me!" I say, emphasizing on keeping it natural.

"Doll, you just have to take my cock in your pretty little pussy. That's your job description." He makes me shut my mouth once and for all.

He slowly stretches me out, as slow as possible against the darkness of the night in Hawaii.

I find the streets in here serene even during the nights. They were decorated with street lights and beautiful flora for the late night drivers.

"Ah..." I gasp a little, he was taking up a lot of my internal space. Suddenly, he points to my tummy and taps it softly while calling me.

"Look! You can see my cock move in your pussy!" He says as I look down as told. Indeed, as he thrusts back into me, I see a slight bulge coming up all the way to my navel.

"Fuck that's hot." I comment, he agrees as well. We enjoy the movements of our bodies as he amuses over it. I beg him to go faster, but again, I was shut up when he repeats his words.

"You're only doing what you're told to do, baby girl. Any other instruction from you, I'm going to torture the fuck out of you and never let you experience sex again. You know that I specialize in torture methods, right?" As he finishes his words with a smirk, I clench my jaw and nod.

This was like a game building over a game over another. There is no end for it if we keep competing for positions.

Instead, I come up with a plan.

Plan to reverse torture him.

"Oh yeah~" I bring out the girliest voice I've ever unlocked from my arsenal. He stops his movements at once, looking at my glistening eyes and lips.

"What's wrong with your voice...?" He says. Even if the night light was dim, i could see pink dusted over his cheeks as well.

It's working!

"Don't you like it, daddy? Hmm? You want me to stop speaking like this?"

Voice. It can please the visual system and become the ultimate honcho of the listener. The user of this technique shall be granted the power to control the opposition, with their voice.

He bites his lip, sucking a little while releasing a sound. He comes down to kiss me, but I place my hand on his chest to stop him. Perplexed, he looks at me like a lost puppy and waits for me to explain.

For which I give the shittiest explanation ever.

"Don't kiss me, daddy ungh~ I might change my voice again." As I say, he bursts out laughing as I feel his dick moving inside me. It was a great embarrassing situation if looked from another perspective, but I moan out of the blue with the same voice.

"Aye! Stop it!" He roars with his manly voice, playfully. I refuse to stop as I speak incoherent words which are impossible to decipher.

How did wild sex turn out into this?

"Aw shit, I'm a flat tire now. Gosh... I'll deal with your ass later, Ravine. But that shit was funny as hell." Saying, he pulls out of me as I laugh now in utter embarrassment.

"I don't even know what I was thinking. I shouldn't have taken that shot—" As soon as the words slip out of my mouth, he whips his head to look at me.

"You... what?"

"Nothing!" He pulls out all the way and sits beside me while rubbing his face. He groans as he does so, I give him a nervous smile.

"No wonder you weren't yourself... Gosh!" I sit and laugh at him.

Indeed.

I took a shot of tequila and the whole world knows how I act when I take tequila.

The cheap ones are efficient for damage control, for when I am sad or depressed out of the blue. But a strong liquor based Tequila... it was as though I was a sheriff and it was the opposite rowdy I must be ready to encounter.

*pew pew!* The one who shoots the bullet first... will take over my personality.

And today, Priced Tequila wins.

He leaves my chuckling ass to the backseat as he shifts into the driver's seat. I struggle to keep my balance and not fall at the breaks or speed bumps.

As we reach the hotel back, he covers me in his shirt while he himself was shirtless.

My drunk ass self pokes at his nipples as he warns me. Oh shoot. The effect is taking its sweet time dissolving in my blood! I'm sure today's shot of Strong ass Tequila would put in a drunken trance for at least 7 hours more.

I was surprised I could still calculate with my temporary degrading intellect as affect of the alcohol.

"Don't worry, Ravine." I look up and see Aaron's hot face.

"I will make you sober up so quick... you won't even remember you drank Tequila. Tequila is your enemy, right? Lemme fuck that thing out of you."

Oh shit.

I wasn't very bright for now, intellectually, but I trusted my sixth sense and it was telling me that I will be railed all night long by my lover.

[A/N: Again, no part of this thunderous story is against societal rules. If I am going against them, let me know by commenting!]