1. Revenge, Pt 7: The Blood Starts Flowing


    Date: 1/19/2015, Categories: Fiction, BDSM, Domination/submission, Male Domination, Romance, Slavery, Teen Male/Teen Female, Author: masterKDean2014, Rating: 92.6, Source: sexstories.com

    rather die than be controlled by someone like you." As I said the words, I saw this whole situation in a more objective light. This was just a bit of school yard bullying, a stupid play at dominance, but I'd flat out told him I'd give my life for it. It was stupid. My hysterical laughter, my taunting of him, it suddenly all seemed like too much. I was sobering up from whatever had prompted my hysterics. But at the same time I knew I meant it. Because that's who I was. This was just dominance and submission, like I played with my little slut every Friday night. But in exploring things with her, I now understood this side of me. My dominant side. Submitting to him had made me feel sick, and this moment, standing too close to him, looking up into his eyes and knowing he feared me...it was intoxicating. It didn't sexually arouse me like it did with Jessica, but it had a familiar and delicious flavour to it. The taste of taking a strong will and forcing it to bend. It was beautiful. "You're...you're crazy!" Mike exclaimed, "You're fuckin' nuts!" The wound on my lip wasn't deep, and would probably close up in a few minutes, but warm, metallic tasting liquid had been filling my mouth while we stared each other down. I turned my head sharply and spat a mouthful of blood into the sink. I looked back at him, and I smiled. "Maybe I am...but it's good that you know it." I said. I hadn't laid a finger on him, but I'd won. I could see it in his eyes, the livid fear, the complete ...
    incomprehension of what I was doing and why. Without even touching him, I'd dominated him. I turned my back on him and approached the mirror, wetting my fingers under the tap and wiping away the drying blood from my chin. The tension was broken slightly, our gaze lost. He let out a deep breath, and I let myself relax. It was over. "Jesus...I guess you're really into Jessica, huh?" he said nervously. I wiped my lip with the back of my hand and looked at him. He swallowed loudly. It honestly took me a few seconds to figure out what he'd said, or why it was at all relevant. "This has nothing to do with Jessica." I said, as if that was obvious. "This is between you and me. You're trying to control me, and I'm telling you that it isn't going to happen." He didn't have a response to that. He just looked at me, unsure of what to think. Was I really the first person that hadn't cowered at his violence, his strength? Was I the first person to look in to his eyes without fear, not because I was bigger or stronger than he was, but simply because I wasn't afraid of the pain? I mentally shrugged. It didn't matter. This thing with Mike was over, as far as I was concerned. He was just an idiot. I was going to sit with Jessica every day if I wanted. I could take her to his house and fuck her on his bed if I felt like it. He couldn't stop me. Unless he killed me. "Get the fuck out." I ordered. There was no meek little whimper of consent, no little bow or "Yes, Sir.", but I didn't need a clearer sign of ...
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