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The Wét diary

In this evocative modern romance, the discovery of a weathered, water-damaged journal opens a window into a world of hidden feelings and long-forgotten promises. As the pages are carefully turned, a delicate narrative of love and longing unfolds, bridging the gap between past regrets and present realities. This story explores the profound emotional resonance of memories captured in ink, tracing a path toward healing and connection.
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Chapter 2

2027/3/5 (cont.)

Damn, I hesitated for a second, I really did. That look on her face, though – pure, unadulterated lust, excitement, and need. She wanted me to hit her again. It was a clear ask. But my brain clicked back on. I ran through a few scenarios in my head, quick as hell, and landed on a solid plan.

She was still grinding on me, eyes closed, lost in it. Perfect. I slipped out my phone, popped open the camera, hit record. Then I propped it up against a stack of books nearby. Perfect view of everything about to go down. This was gonna be good.

Ava was still at it, eyes shut, breathing getting deeper. No doubt, she was seriously getting off on this. I reached up, wrapped my hand around her throat. A soft moan escaped her, and she started grinding faster, harder.

"Tell me when you're close," I muttered, easing my grip for a second to let her breathe. She nodded, a quick jerk of her head. Got it. From then on, I switched it up: choking her, then slapping her hard enough to sting, but not enough to break her focus. She was in her own world of twisted pleasure.

"Oh god, I'm gonna cum," she gasped, way too loud for a library.

"Not yet," I growled. She wanted to cum, but she wanted the pain too. And I realized, her actions had flipped a switch in me, woken up a real sadistic streak. I wanted to see her squirm, writhe in that sweet spot between agony and pleasure. But I wanted it on my terms, not just her grinding against me.

I pushed her off. Caught her by surprise. She sprawled on her back, skirt hiked up, those soaked panties right there, on display. I moved over her, looming. Looking down at her "perfect" body, a million possibilities flashed through my mind.

"You want to orgasm?" I asked. She nodded.

"But you want me to hurt you too?" Another nod.

A cruel grin spread across my face. "I'm gonna do both," I told her. "By the time I'm finished with you, you'll be begging for mercy."

"No, you can't..." she started, but I cut her off with a swift, sharp slap.

"You don't tell me what I can't do," I said, my voice cold and firm. "From now on, I tell you what to do. Got it?"

She didn't answer right away. Needed convincing, huh? Fine. I ran a hand along her side, under her skirt, slowly teasing my way up her thigh toward that soaking pussy. My other hand clamped around her throat again.

"I said, I tell you what to do and you do it. Understand?" I growled, my fingers brushing across her dripping panties. She moaned loud. Too loud. I moved my hand from her throat, slapped it over her mouth to muffle the sound.

"You will do everything I say. Nod your head if you understand." I dragged my hand across her panties again. She moaned, then nodded.

I smiled. Slipping my hand right under her panties. Another loud moan, muffled by my hand.

"Keep your voice down, slut," I growled, moving my hand from her mouth back to her throat. Then I started toying with her. That soaking wet pussy.

She moaned louder as I worked her closer to the edge. "I told you to keep quiet!" I snarled, pulling my hand from her throat and slapping her hard, four quick times.

"If you don't stay quiet, I'll leave you like this. Forever. Right on the verge." I warned her. She tried to push her pussy harder against my hand, but I pulled back, just light contact. Teasing her.

"If you stay quiet, you'll get everything you want. And maybe more," I grinned. She nodded again, signaling she'd try.

I stroked her, carefully avoiding her clit, just to toy with her. Then, a moment later, I finally made contact. And pinched it. Hard. Her mouth flew open to scream, but then she remembered my words. Clamped it shut, only a choked moan escaping.

"Get naked," I ordered, pulling my hand out of her panties. She hesitated, a flash of fear in her eyes. For a second, I thought she wouldn't do it. But her horniness won out. A second later, she was peeling off her clothes.

Funny, I'd never really looked at her before. She'd been my bully for so long, all I saw was hatred. Even when my friends talked about her looks, I just agreed, whatever. But now? As she stripped, baring herself to me completely, I finally saw it. She was utterly, undeniably stunning.

She stood there, in front of me, blushing, looking a little ashamed, just in her underwear. In the middle of the library.

"I said get naked, not stand around in your underwear," I snapped. She jumped, quickly pulled off her bra and panties. Finally, completely revealed.

"Hand me those panties," I ordered. She quickly handed me the dripping wet fabric.

"Open wide." I balled up her panties. The second her mouth opened, I lunged, forcing the wet wad deep inside.

"You can't keep quiet on your own," I explained, looking at her shocked expression. "So I need to make sure you stay quiet. Wouldn't want to get caught like this, would you?" It was rhetorical, but she still shook her head.

"Let's get started then." I chuckled. And then I lunged at her.

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