Sweet Revenge

It had been a full month since ‘the incident’, as Sarah called it. It had been hard for Sarah to push it to the back of her mind at first.Fear had kept it at the forefront of her mind for days in anticipation of a repeat. Michael had apologised profusely for what had happened, and he seemed to feel genuine remorse, but she had been brought up to believe that a man should never raise a hand to a woman, and vice versa. She had never even seen her parents argue with any sort of heat; they were always calm and logical during any ‘disagreement’. He had been perfect ever since that day, though. He had been more affectionate than ever, and was showering her with little gifts that made her heart thump widely in her chest cavity, and her stomach flutter with excited butterflies that made her want to giggle in the most girly way possible. Week two after ‘the incident’, Sarah had almost forgotten about it. The Michael she had seen that night was like a completely different person. It was as though for those few minutes, Michael had ceased to exist, and became someone else entirely, almost like a Jekyll and Hyde personality split.

There had been a few subtle changes, little things that Sarah put down to Michael being more comfortable with her, comfortable enough to make comments that would cut her deeper every time he remarked on how her tops were too low cut, or her jeans too tight, or if she was trying to impress someone else. He would rarely say it outright, the way he had done at the party, instead he would question if that was what she wanted to wear, or he would say it with a look, when his eyes would roam her body from head to toe with a keen observant eye that would betray his disapproval over her choice of clothes. Her initial discomfort with his attitude had morphed into flattery that he was protective enough of her to care what others thought of her. Sure, it hurt like hell to see that look and have him question her choice of attire, and it was perhaps a bit misplaced, but she realised that she was lucky to have a guy who obviously loved her enough to be jealous. She told herself that it wasn’t that he didn’t trust her - he had to know that she only had eyes for him, that she was absolutely crazy for him. He knew she had never had a boyfriend before; surely that said it, if her words and actions weren’t clear enough.

He had taken her out to dinner that night. He had told her that he wanted to spoil her, to do something special for just the two of them. They were already spending so much time together that she barely had time to keep up with her college work, but it never felt wrong to spend time with him, even when an assignment was due the next day. Other than the night of the party, she always remained safe and comfortable in his company, and she craved the giddy excitement his presence induced, especially when she was the recipient of his heart-thumping inducing smile. Her regular meet-ups with her friends had become almost nonexistent. It didn’t bother her in the slightest, even though somewhere in the back of her mind she knew that it should have. She wanted to spend all her time with Michael, and she convinced herself that it was perfectly normal when in the throes of a new relationship, especially one that was so important, and had the real possibility of a future that included marriage and children. Her friends had all done similar things for less worthy men,and she wasn’t going to feel guilty about it, no matter how many texts she got telling her that it wasn’t cool for her to ‘drop all her friends for a guy’, as Carla had accused in a text. It had stung, but not enough to make her change her priorities. Michael was where her future lay, and as premature as it may have ben to think that way, she couldn’t ignore her heart telling her that Michael was the one who would father her children, and grow old with her. She could see the big, suburban house with a white picket fence, with a pet dog and cat, to make them even more stereotypical.

They still hadn’t taken the final step towards physical intimacy, but Sarah knew that it would only be a matter of time. While she wasn’t a prude, it was a still a major step, and one that she wasn’t quite ready for yet, which Michael seemed to understand. They had fooled around somewhat, but it didn’t go beyond heavy petting. She wasn’t comfortable enough to open herself up that way, for various reasons. She was still self-conscious of her body, and every faint silvery line that had etched itself permanently around her hips and breasts, from when she had gone from no shape to developing hips and boobs in the space of a few months in her teenage years. She also had some on the top of her thighs, though they were harder to see. She had used oils to help reduce their appearance, and being young helped too, but the idea of Michael seeing them, of it changing how he saw her, made her want to avoid that step for as long as she could, even as she battled with her desire to be with him in that way. She loved his scent, and how warm he felt when he was pressed tightly against her. His hands were soft and whenever he touched her skin, it never ceased to make her breathing go haywire. She had hormones, and a deep attraction to him, and she knew that in time it would out-win her fears.

They were in her room, relaxed after consuming good food and a bottle of wine. Sarah was lucky enough to have her own room, something not a lot of college students had the luxury of. She wasn’t ashamed of the fact that her parents had money, and while she had no intentions of living off her parents forever, she was glad that they were able to afford her the simple pleasure of her own space for her last couple of years of college. It was a tiny room, with just enough room for a wardrobe, single bed, and a desk where her laptop and books were resting on. The laptop was currently playing a movie they weren’t really watching, both of them too busy with each other’s lips. It had started out as a simple, innocent kind of kiss, without tongue. There was no heavy breathing, no wandering hands or whimpered moans. The tranquil atmosphere remained in place, enveloping Sarah in a cocoon of safety and peace as she lay in Michael’s arms. It stayed that way for a long while;simple, easy and utterly comfortable. Michael then cupped her face, applying more pressure to her lips and gently nibbling on her lower lip. Sarah immediately complied with the unspoken request, and parted her lips so his tongue could gain access to her mouth. His tongue was tentative at first, slowly gliding against hers without force or demand, while his long fingers ghosted a path from her cheeks, down her neck and hovered over her breast. The touch was so light that Sarah didn’t register it at first, and only became aware of it when he gave her breast a light squeeze. It brought a surprised gasp from her throat, which was muffled by Michael’s lips. His large hand was kneading her breast with a pressure that was just short of painful. The fine line made the touch all the more erotic, and it added an electric charge to the air. The sweetness Michael had radiated was now tainted, but in a good way. It made Sarah feel desirable, wanted, and like she was the only person Michael could see. The action was pushing her comfort zone, though he had done it before. They hadn’t gone beyond the heavy petting, and so far it had been enough for Michael. Sarah hadn’t felt any frustration from Michael yet when it came to the physical side of their relationship, or any pressure or coercion to take things further than Sarah was comfortable with.

That was why it had come as a surprise when she was suddenly rolled onto her back without prior warning. His thin body was above her, trapping her between his arms in a way that felt claustrophobic. The previous relaxed atmosphere disappeared, and Sarah saw a look on Michael’s face that she hadn’t noticed before. It wasn’t a sweet, loving look. It was one of desire, and lust, and now Sarah wondered if she had been naive to not see this coming. Of course he would move things along eventually. She took a calming breath, resisting the urge to push him off and stop things dead in their tracks. She opened her mouth to vocalise her discomfort over the unexpected change in direction, but Michael planted his mouth over hers before a sounds could escape. She squeaked when he ground his hips against hers, and felt his obvious excitement. Her hands flexed into fists, and her heart thumped painfully when his hands found her wrists and pinned them above her head. Her fear was impossible to contain anymore, when his tongue trailed a path from her mouth, down her neck and began to suck at the sensitive skin just above her breasts.

“Michael,” she whined, biting her lip to restrain her tears, which had begun to build in the corner of her eyes.

He ignored her soft voice. He now held her two wrists in one of his hands, while the other hand had pulled down the material of her dress that covered her breasts, along with the lace cup of her bra, so that his mouth could pay lavish attention to her now bare breast and nipple. If Sarah hadn’t been in a complete state of panic, she would have enjoyed the feel of his tongue sweeping over the peak of her nipple, coaxing it to stand to attention.

“Michael, stop!” her voice choked up and came out as a plea.

He finally halted his actions, pulling his face away from her breast and looking her in the eyes.

“What’s wrong?”

“Can we just slow down?”

“Slow down?” he asked slowly, incredulity wrapped tightly around his words.

Sarah nodded, breathing heavily. Michael’s lustful gaze became less lust filled, and a look that could only be described as dangerous took its place. It took the little breath Sarah had away from her lungs.

“Is this a game for you?” he asked with quiet anger.

“What? No, of course not!”

“Do you not love me, then?”

“You know I love you-“

“We’ve been dating for months, and every time I try to show you that I love you, you hold back. I’m trying to be patient, but you make it so fucking hard. Do you not love me? Or are you punishing me, because you’re still angry over the party?”

“I’m just not ready yet, Michael,” she explained weakly, guilt seeping into her system.

“Bullshit. You just don’t see a future for us. Are you just stringing me along until you meet someone else? Is that it? God, you must think I’m an idiot.”

“No, that’s not it at all!”

“Then prove it. Stop holding back!”

Their eyes were locked on each other, her glassy green eyes gazing pitifully into his hazel brown eyes, which didn’t relent in their anger. Sarah couldn’t quite wrap her head around the situation she found herself in. This was a different side to Michael, one that she didn’t like. It was too close to the one she had seen at the party, and it brought back memories she had tried to push away. His lips were on her skin again, this time kissing the skin behind her ear.

“I just wanna show you how much I love you…I wanna make you feel good,” he whispered, before his tongue licked the shell of her ear, “But if want me to leave, I will. I guess it just means we weren’t meant to be.”

The words broke her heart. She didn’t want to lose him – the thought of never seeing him again made the tears fall down her face, as was the knowledge that if she said no, he would walk away. There was a little voice in the back of her mind that told her that he wouldn’t pressure her if he loved her. It wasn’t enough to drown out the panic of losing him, of never seeing him again, and living with regret that she had lost him because she wasn’t ready. Was it really an issue worth losing him over?

“Don’t go!” she swallowed the lump in her throat.

“You sure?”

She nodded, afraid that she would break down if she had to speak again. In seconds, he was kneeling on the bed, pulling her up onto her knees so he could remove her dress. His eyes took in her underwear clad body shamelessly, a shaky breath leaving his lips before he unclasped her bra and left her in nothing but her panties. Sarah held back the tears of shame, waiting for him to tell her that he was disgusted with what he saw. He didn’t utter a word to alleviate her worries. His mouth was on her breast again, his arm wrapping around her waist and pulling her body flush against him. Sarah focused on the physical feeling of his hot mouth on her, and how warm he was, and how good he smelt. She didn’t want to think about how unready and unprepared she was for this. His fingers caressed her stomach before slipping past her panties, and slowly rubbing at her core. His touch was gentle, slowly coaxing her doubts and fears away and bringing a never felt before pleasure to tingle all over her body. She moaned when she felt her muscles begin to tighten, coiling in a strange mix of pain and pleasure. He brought her to a climax that spent all her energy, and left her in a haze, while he got rid of his clothes and laid her down on her back. His lips were on hers again, her body so utterly relaxed that it was impossible to think about anything – she could only feel his skin on hers, and how good it felt.

She hadn’t realised that his hands were busy rolling on a condom while he paid attention to her neck. The full reality of what was about to happen didn’t hit her until he parted her legs so he could lie in between them. She felt the head of his erection line up to her entrance, and her previous panic came back in a heartbeat. A panicked breath was the only sound she could make before he entered her.

It was more painful than she imagined it would be. He was big, and her muscles clamped up to avoid the intrusion.

“Relax, baby! Relax, and it won’t hurt so much,” Michael whispered in her ear, his voice trying to soothe her.

It didn’t work. Every time he moved, it would bring more pain, and it took all her willpower not to cry. The ten minutes stretched out for an eternity, and when he finally released and rolled off of her, the relief was instantaneous. She was left with a dull ache between her legs, which was nothing compared to the pain of him being inside her. She fell asleep wrapped in his arms, listening to his declarations of love and affection, and hoped that next time it would be better.

Notes

Hey guys,
Sorry for the delay, and sorry if this chapter made anyone uncomfortable.
Lyra