Your cock is beautiful – 20

“Get the fuck off me, slut.” I growled, “Don’t fucking cling to me, you’re always so clingy.”

The words had no real meaning behind them, to me. I just wanted to hurt her.

“I…I’m sorry, Sir.” she said quietly, standing with me.

But her voice had a certain tone to it that I recognised. She’d slipped into submissive mode, and it was obvious I’d excited her a little bit.

“That turned you on, didn’t it? God, Mia, aren’t you embarrassed to act like this? Doesn’t it humiliate you to talk 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, Mia.” 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, Mia.” 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 Mia 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 Mia 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.

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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 something in her timid little voice, and he wasn’t even paying attention. But then, neither was I.

I wanted him to look at me. I was going to confront him today. Right now. I was done with feeling like a scared little boy.

As I glared at the back of his head, he suddenly turned and caught my eye. He looked puzzled for a second, probably taken aback my angry expression. I quickly raise my middle finger to him and held it there, watching as the fury and surprise lit up his face. He looked like he wanted to beat my ass in the middle of the classroom.

Well, why wait?