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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

like that?" I said, my voice dripping with acid. Her eyes widened in shock. She struggled to answer, pulling back from me slightly. "It's pathetic, Jessica." I said, staring into her eyes. She acted like I'd slapped her for a second, then anger suddenly flared across her expression, that familiar look that I used to fear so much. "You think I don't know that?" she asked, "You think I don't look at myself and just...Of course it's pathetic...it's disgusting, the way I act around you..." She hesitated for a second, and her expression softened. She looked down, unsure of herself. "But...but it's Ok, right? Because...because it's what I want..." she stepped closer to me, "Because I'm a...I'm your...slut, and...I love you." My anger ignited again, spewing out of me. "You love this!" I shouted, roughly grabbing my crotch, "You love my cock. You're a slut that just loves to be fucked, and you don't give a shit about me!" "That's not true!" she said, "I love you, I do...You own me and I love you." She lurched forward to grab me, but I slapped her hand away. She stopped, and there was a second of heated silence. "Get the fuck out, Jessica." I ordered roughly. She stared at me, tears brimming in her eyes. I kept her gaze and I could feel my own rage pouring out of me in waves. She faltered, and quickly left, slamming the door behind her. I felt my breath and pulse quicken, and another wave of hot molten rage and frustration burned up inside me. I grunted and growled at nothing, ... slamming my fists down on my desk over and over. It hurt, but I didn't care. I knew why I'd lashed out at her. It wasn't Jessica I was angry at. Mike. The name echoed in my head and his stupid, smug face flashed in my memory. Except it wasn't fear I felt this time, it was just more rage. Fuck him. Fuck him and his strength, and his size, and his domineering will. I was going to deal with him tomorrow. Friday. Then I'd force Jessica down that night and make her scream with pleasure and pain in a way he never could. I slowly settled my nerves, and tried to think of a solution. == Unfortunately, the next day came and I still didn't have one. I'd thought about it all night, but there was nothing I could think of. It went without saying that no teachers would be involved, and although I guessed Frank could probably take him in a fight, I wasn't about to drag some people I barely knew into saving my ass for me. I'd settle this myself. I was still mulling the problem over when I walked into Math the next afternoon, the period before lunch. I thought that I had one last class to think this through when I looked up and saw Mike sitting in his usual seat staring out the window. Of course, he was in my Math class. I sat down in the opposite corner and felt adrenaline suddenly pump into my veins. I gritted my teeth as my anger flared up again. Just thinking about him pissed me off. Whatever I was going to do, I was going to do it now. I turned to look at him. Ms Kallis was rambling on about ...