Revenge – Part 7B – The Blood Starts Flowing

xxx stories – Revenge – Part 7B – The Blood Starts Flowing

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 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 his submission than him just turning and walking out of the room.

I turned to the mirror, and smiled at myself. I watched my reflection frown, and lift up his t-shirt, revealing two dark bruises on his torso.

I touched them both tenderly. One just below my chest, a wide and dark one where he’d hit me twice. And a smaller, but darker one along my right ribcage. They hurt, but they’d heal. The pain was weirdly easy to ignore

I guess that’s one way to find out you have a high tolerance for pain.

I kept looking at myself after I lowered my shirt. I looked different. Not just because the right side of my lip was starting to bruise and swell slightly…it was something about how I stood.

I was taller, I realised. I’d spent my whole adolescence to this point with my shoulders hunched and my hands in my pockets, just like 90% of guys my age. I shuffled around, making myself look small. I’d always looked like a victim, basically. Guys like Mike had the confidence, the swagger.

It was just a matter of posture, really, I thought with a smile.

My shoulders were squared now, and they looked broader. My back was straight, and there was a sharpness in my eye, a confidence to my expression that I wasn’t used to seeing.

“I like to dominate people,” I said to myself quietly. “I guess this is what a Dominant man looks like.”

I smirked, and made for the door.

What was, impossibly, only minutes before, I’d scurried through that door like a frightened mouse.

I strode out feeling like a god.

My skin was practically buzzing as I made my way back to class. When I opened the door every eye was on me, which didn’t bother me in the slightest. My social anxiety from even yesterday felt stupid and childish. The collective gasp of shock from the room was another matter, however.

“Holy shit!” someone exclaimed, and there was a general stunned silence.

“What happened to you!?” asked Ms Kallis, her eyes wide with shock.

Oh, right. My lip.

I looked over to where Mike sat, trying to sink down into his chair. Not easy for a guy his size. A few of my classmates followed my gaze and turned to look. Ms Kallis did the same and when she saw Mike, the look of fury on her face startled me.

Ms Kallis was one of the kindest and sweetest teachers I’d ever had. She was a fairly young Asian woman, couldn’t have been out of her twenties yet. She was so petite and cute that most of the guys did whatever she wanted, and she was so nice that most of the girls felt like bitches for being mean to her or disobeying her. Like kicking a puppy, I’d heard it described.

I’d never once seen her look so very bloodthirsty.

“I fell.” I said loudly.

I spoke from the chest, in what I liked to think of as my new “dominant voice.” Everyone looked to me, shocked. I looked at Mike again, and he was paralysed with fear.

“I just slipped in the bathroom.” I said, smiling and turning to Ms Kallis. “Pretty stupid, right?”

I turned and walked to my seat and every eye followed me. Ms Kallis just watched me for a few seconds, her eyes darting between me and Mike. Eventually she seemed to make an internal decision, and continued the lesson.

I tried to pay attention, but it was hard not to notice the pointed looks and whispers. It was a long class, but I knew lunch was next. I’d go and claim my prize, small as it was. Sitting with Jessica and my sister. Something I’d barely even wanted a few weeks ago, but was now apparently willing to die for. I blushed slightly as I thought about how overly dramatic I’d been with Mike. Well, it was more about the principle of the thing.

As soon as the bell rang, a few people flocked to my desk.

“What happened with you and the big dude?” asked a skinny Latino boy that I didn’t know.

Mike was already making a beeline for the door, and was out of the room before I could even think of an answer.

“Nothing, I fell.” I lied, smiling.

“No way, he followed you in there, and now you’re all beat up.” This came from a pretty brunette girl with big blue eyes.

I shrugged.

“I saw him in there, but we didn’t even talk.” I lied.

There was no reason to involve anyone else in this.

“Then why did he look so afraid when he came back in?” asked another girl, this one a short blonde with thick rimmed glasses.