Her glasses are even more crooked on her face than before as she blinks up at me.
“What did I do?” she blubbers.
“Nothing.”
“Then why did you spank me?”
That word in her mouth makes me want to do it again. But I realize I’ve already spanked her far too hard. I didn’t use an ounce of restraint, and I’m much stronger than her. I have noidea how long I hit her, but it clearly lasted a while. There must be dark bruises forming on her cheeks and thighs by now. A normal person would probably feel remorse. But I’m not a normal person.
“I wanted to,” I shrug.
Then I lunge at her so suddenly that she gasps, and capture her lower lip in my teeth. She gasps even louder when I glue my mouth to hers, and I guess it must feel a little surprising that I’m kissing her after everything I’ve just put her through. But she’d better get used to it. Because I’ve suddenly discovered how enjoyable it is to spank her.
Far more enjoyable than sticking her head in a toilet.
I’m still straddling her legs with my thighs as I pin her arms up over her head, and continue my hungry exploration of my mouth. After her initial surprise, she’s arching into me, trying to kiss me back, but I keep her so pinned down she barely manages to move. I tear my mouth away from her to attack every single inch of her skin, from her upper neck to her navel, kissing, sucking, biting her as she writhes under me, moans of pleasure morphing into groans of pain, then back again.
My cock is impossibly hard as I lean back, watching her face, tear-stained again, and the violet marks that decorate her body. “I want to fuck you,” I growl.
“Yes,” she moans, arching even more toward me.
In a flash, I’ve removed my own clothes, my cock springing out now that it’s not restrained by my boxers and jeans. She eyes it hungrily, and I’m a little unsettled at seeing she wants it just as much as I do.
What’s wrong with her? I bullied her mercilessly all last year. I just spanked her so hard I’m pretty sure I’ve turned her ass purple. But her pussy is soaked, and she’s panting hard, clearly wanting me as much as I want her.
Guess neither of us is normal.
I fall back on top of her, ready to push into her, when she suddenly says, “Do you have a condom?”
Fuck. No. And I realize I should probably care about getting her pregnant, because we’re only teenagers and it would destroy our lives or whatever the fuck it is they say in health class. But I don’t care right now. Nothing could prevent me from sinking my cock in her. And nothing could destroy my life, as long as she’s mine.
But she twists away from me for a second to reach into the first drawer of her bedside table. The one that’s got a banana peel jutting out from it. She doesn’t even have the grace to blush when my eyes take that in, before she’s grabbing a box of condoms.
I raise an eyebrow. “What the fuck? Why do you have those?”
Jealousy strangles my heart again as I wonder if she’s fucked anyone else. If she has, they’re dead. And I don’t care how much I hurt her the first time, I’ll punish her again, this time with my belt.
“Dad bought them for me,” she says. “He’s kind of over-the-top with his protectiveness. I’ve never used them, obviously. He doesn’t realize no one would touch me with a ten-foot pole.”
She glances up at me, as if hoping I’ll address the fact that I’m pretty much the reason no one at school will go near her, to fuck her or touch her or even talk to her. But again, I don’t feel an ounce of remorse.
They fucking better not touch her.
My possessiveness ever since she started high school has definitely gotten out of control, but I don’t care. I only care that the plastic film covering the box is intact. She really has never used them before. The minute she’s torn off the plastic and opened the box, I whip out a condom and push it down over my dick.
“I’m a virgin,” she says nervously, as I angle my cock again ather folds.
“So am I.”
It’s her turn to raise an eyebrow, but it’s true. I’d rather kill myself than touch any other girl. The only girl I’ve ever wanted to touch was her.
Though it’s only very recently I’ve wanted to touch her for any reason other than to inflict pain.
Not that I don’t still want to inflict pain.
I take a deep breath, willing the nerves that have suddenly reappeared in the pit of my stomach to calm down. I’m not usually the nervous type. She does weird things to me.
Then I push in slowly, very slowly, even though I’d like to ram my cock inside her. But she’s tiny, and her walls squeezing my dick actually hurt a little. Not enough that I lose any of my arousal as I penetrate her, groaning at this new, intoxicating sensation. It sure beats jerking off.
