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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

stupid and predictable, so ridiculously obvious. I laughed again, trying so hard not to be swept away by it, and he hesitated. "What are you gonna do, tough guy?" I asked, giggling. My lip hurt when I talked, but I ignored it. "You gonna punch me again?" I said, mockingly, "You gonna knock a few teeth out this time?" He didn't say anything, but the look of utter confusion spread over his dumb features, and I smiled so widely that my lips were hurting. I glanced in the mirror and realised that, no, my lip was sore because it was bleeding. My bottom lip had a thin trail of blood running from it. I slowly licked it up, and was reminded of my first time with Jessica. Our first kiss had tasted like blood. I laughed at the memory. I'd made Jessica cry that day, and now I owned her. This asshole could do nothing to me. "Fuck you, Mike." I said, staring into his eyes. He looked panicked, and pulled his fist back to punch me again. I didn't flinch. I wanted him to do it. I honestly thought it would be funny for him to hit me again, to lash out like a little baby. This was probably the first time in his life that punching wasn't going to fix the problem. "You really think you can take me?" said Mike, nervousness tainting his otherwise strong voice. I chuckled again. Was fighting literally all he thought about? "Oh no, Mike. I couldn't possibly take you." I caught his eye again, and he took another step backwards, "You're so big and so strong. You could do anything you wanted to me." ... I took a step towards him and raised my chin, leaving it open for an attack. "So go for it." I said. I was resigned to the pain. He could hit me and hit me all we wanted, but I wouldn't bow to him. But he didn't move a muscle. He finally dropped his raised arm. "Oh?" I said, my smile widening, "Not going for the face? What's next, then? You gonna break my arms next? Hm? Fuck it, why not just go for the legs too?" I took a step towards him, and he took a step back. He was afraid of me. I could see it in his face, in his eyes. Suddenly it wasn't so funny anymore. Now I was angry. "And what if crippling me doesn't work?" I asked. My voice sounded strangely deep, and seemed to suddenly echo in the small room in a way it hadn't just a second ago. "What if you break every bone in my body and the first words formed by my shattered jaw are; 'Fuck. You. Mike.'" I said, taking another step towards him. He backed up and hit the wall. I could see everything running through his idiot little brain. Violence wasn't going to solve this problem, and he had nothing else to work with. He could literally destroy me with his fists, but all it took was something unexpected to scare him into inaction. If I didn't fear his punches, then what power did he have? "What then, Mikey?" I asked darkly, "Are you going to...kill me?" I took another step towards him, leaving only a few inches between us. "Because you'll have to. It's important that you know that. You'll have to kill me, Michael. Because I'd ...