A Father's Advice Goes Unheeded (Part Three)

As Liana took in her boyfriend hunched over next to her on the edge of the bed, she wondered in amazement over the dichotomy he displayed. Even sitting down he was taller than she was standing up and now that they were both seated, she felt crowded by his broad torso. There was no doubt in her mind that he had all the potential to make her feel physically intimidated. Liana’s eyes ran down his biceps, big enough to be observable under his button down shirt but not so big they stretched the fabric, before settling on those strong hands currently clasped between his legs. Her nipples tingled involuntarily as she remembered the care Jackson took when fondling her boobs, squeezing hard enough to delight her but not hard enough to bring tears to her eyes. Sometimes it turned her on to imagine him letting loose from his restraint, to feel the power behind his hands as they kneaded and massaged the soft tissue of her breasts, even if it made her cry out.

And yet, she was in no way intimidated by him or his strength. His hunched posture and hangdog expression provided every reason for her not to be. She’d kicked him with about half her strength for disrespecting her and then, when he got aggressive toward her, she’d kicked his balls much, much harder. Hence the reason for his current state and hence the reason she was not intimidated by him. His size and stature became worthless the second her foot flattened his delicate orbs. It was a heady feeling for Liana, taking away all his strength so easily, and she let the pride well up inside until she felt almost dizzy. Only a woman could take a man who appeared so strong and powerful and make him look so beaten and debilitated. Certainly another man could beat him up but it would never leave the mark of shame and utter regret Jackson now presented her.

So full of herself was she that Liana almost didn’t realize she was speaking which, in turn, caused her tone to sound more curious and fascinated rather than caring or nurturing when she asked, “Does it actually help to hold your balls?”

Jackson’s eyes went wide for a second at the surprise of her question, but then fell to his crotch as he held his boys a little tighter. After a thoughtful moment he answered Liana. “To be honest, it doesn’t help the pain one bit, but there’s something comforting about holding them. It’s like they’re more protected or something, I guess.” He glanced up and saw Liana was grinning from ear to ear. A wave of shame rolled over him and he considered letting go of himself, feeling suddenly stupid for sitting there in front of her with his balls in his hands. And yet, he found himself unable. “It’s not funny,” he protested. For a split second he wondered how he must look to Liana, but quickly let go of the idea for fear of what it might do to his already damaged ego. “This really sucks,” he said instead. “You don’t even know.”

Liana laughed. “Awww, don’t take it so hard. I guess they still hurt pretty bad,” she cooed.

Jackson sighed. “It’s not so bad right now. I mean it hurts but not like it did initially. That pain was so intense, so… acute. But now it’s more like an ache, more throbbing than stabbing. And my nuts just feel really heavy.” It made Jackson a little uneasy to see the enthusiasm in Liana’s eyes as she drank in his description.

“I suppose I should feel bad about how much your balls hurt, but I really don’t,” Liana confessed. “Oh, don’t look so shocked. I’m not trying to be mean. I can’t really explain it but it just makes me feel good to know that I hurt you so bad. And,” she added, trying to buoy his spirits, “you should know that I’m totally enjoying the way you have to hold your balls. I actually love knowing your balls hurt because of me.”

Jackson didn’t think her smile could get any wider, but he was wrong. Dammit! He cursed to himself. Why did she have to be so beautiful. In fact, it was this quality, among others, that he was here sitting on her bed. He looked over at Liana with a strange little half-smile. “It’s funny,” he said, though his tone was sober, “the pain, well, the worst of it, actually subsided long before I came back here. Most of the time I was out in the living room I was contemplating walking out and never talking to you again. I was so pissed off.” Liana shot him an I-don’t-blame-you-but-it’s-not-my-problem glance causing Jackson to scowl briefly. “But as the pain decreased, I started remembering how hot you look, how cool you are – most of the time,” he added, scowling again. “And then I realized what I’d be walking away from. Then I got curious, I guess. I kinda wanted to know what the hell you were thinking.”

“A-a-a-a-n-d? Do you?” Liana interrupted in a sing-song voice.

Jackson favored her with a measured gaze. “I think I do and you’re one sick girl. Part of me still wants to knock that pretty smile off your face – ,” he paused, looking down at the floor.

“B-u-u-u-t?” Liana asked, using the same sing-song tone.

Jackson shrugged his shoulders, working his jaw like he wanted to say something but didn’t know what or how to say it. Finally, he owned up to the truth of it. “I know if I tried, you just hit me in the balls again and I don’t think I could handle any more pain right now.”

Liana clapped her hands delightedly. “I love everything about what you just said!” When Jackson looked at her with confused eyes, she expounded. “First, it’s great to know that, though you want to get back at me, you know you can’t. Second, it’s because you understand I will one-hundred percent, no doubt kick you in the balls as hard as I can if you tried. Third, I love that I made you feel max pain.”

For some reason, Jackson felt a new feeling rising inside him, threatening to surpass the pain he still felt. He tried to put a finger on it but couldn’t. Or wait, was it… excitement? There was no way he could be excited by what Liana had just said and yet, her enthusiasm was so palpable, like it was contagious or something. Her giddiness was damn near intoxicating. He could hear the voice that was protesting how he should be mad at Liana falling away into the abyss even as a new voice proclaimed he was smart to stick around. So what if it means the occasional kick in the balls? Look at this girl. She’s a goddess, it seemed to say. Looking at her radiant smile, the way her slate gray eyes sparkled out from under that burnt sienna hair, and the pure happiness she displayed made it hard for Jackson to disagree.

Ignoring the lingering ache in his balls, Jackson let go and wrapped his arms around Liana, pulling her toward him. Even before their lips met, his tongue was probing, taking in the sweet warmth of her mouth. To his surprise, her tongue found his with equal fervor as she laced her hands behind his head and pulled him tighter. After nearly a full minute, they broke for air.

“What was that for?” Liana gasped, wiping the corner of her mouth.

“I don’t know,” Jackson admitted in complete honesty. “Something came over and I just had to kiss you. All of a sudden I just want you so bad.”

The dazed look in his eye let Liana know he wasn’t playing games. He really wanted her. Even though she kicked him in the balls for something as petty as staring at her boobs, and made him hurt in the worst possible way, he still wanted her. Liana just about melted. Without a word, she pulled his hands to her chest, encouraging him to squeeze and play as she eased him back onto the bed. She dipped her head and kissed him before sitting up and straddling his thighs. Quickly, she undid his belt buckle, shifting as she pulled his pants down. To her delight, Jackson was rock hard, nearly bursting through his underwear. She unleashed his cock as she dipped to kiss him again, sliding her hand up and down its thick length. All the while, he kneaded and cupped her breasts until her nipples threatened to poke through her bra. With her available hand, she yanked it down, her boobs springing free into the waiting cups provided by Jackson’s hands. His thumbs immediately searched out her nipples and she moaned happily.

As Liana leaned down to kiss him some more, a devious thought found its way along the river of her desire. How easy would it be if she just drew her knee back and then slammed it between his spread legs? He had nowhere to go. She would smash his balls as flat as pancakes. Oh how that would hurt him tremendously. She opened her eyes and found his closed, lost in the passion and completely vulnerable. She shuddered with ecstasy realizing the power she had over him. She pushed aside her devilish idea. Simply knowing she could hurt him was enough. As Liana pulled aside her panties and guided Jackson’s hardness into her, she knew an orgasm wouldn’t be long.