Sweet Revenge

"Perfect," he groaned into her ear, happy that this was going so well. In all honesty, he didn't think that it would go this well. Mandy must be more in love with him than he thought. Good, it would make it that much easier.
"Ok, so there we are, hand in hand. A small breeze comes off from the ocean. You can taste the salty air. The wind is warm and caresses your cheek. The sun finally touches the horizon of the water. At once it is nearly blinding with the light's brilliance. A millions colors shine into the sea and sky. It becomes hard to see where the world ends, and heaven begins. It's beautiful, amazing."
He could see it now, in his mind. Even the wind and the sand. It was almost like he was actually there. He moaned, loving the picture he had portrayed to her.
"Slowly, the sun makes it's way into the sea. It takes nearly ten minutes, but even then it's too fast for the beauty is displays. A sort of hushed cry comes as finally darkness overwhelms the sky. It turned from a golden hue to a purplish daze. A bright star shines on faintly. It promises that once the night wares on, it'll become brighter and brighter."
He squeezed her hand, "How are you feeling?"
 
Amanda

She listened to his words, and felt her eyes grow heavy. It was relaxing and it made her sleepy. He asked her how she felt? She mumbled, "relaxed, sleepy.." Laying there she forgot many things and reasons as to why. She just felt tranquil. Sighing she closed her eyes.

She wanted to tell him to get her to the shower, but she was in no mood to try and reason with him right now. Besides she knew he wouldnt let her off that bed.

"Umm Kevin.. I need to use the bathroom.."
 
"Bathroom?" Kevin furrowed his brow. His eyes opened with a bit of anger in them. He was trying to be romantic and she had to go pee?
He hadn't let her use the bathroom in a long while though. If she had to go, she had to go. Probably all that talk of the ocean and stuff.
"Sure, no problem," he let the chains go all the way slack, and stood up, "I've got another surprise anyway. You just finish up, and I'll be right back down with it."
He waited upstairs, taking out a bottle of champaigne, two glasses, and of course a huge brown stuffed teddy bear holding a pink heart. Kevin even had her name sewn into the heart.
"Mistress," he followed the crimson letters.
Back downstairs, he had a big smile on his face, "Here you go."
 
Amanda

She waited until he left the room and then tried to reach something to help her get free. Nothing worked, and time was running out on her. She used the toilet and crawled back into the bed. Wondering what she would use to get out of there?

He entered a short time later carrying a huge teddy bear and some champagne. She was stunned speachless for a moment, then she found her voice.
"What is that for?"
She eyed the teddy bear with big huge letters across the heart. They spelled out 'mistress'. She felt her temper rise. He didn't even use her damned name.
She gave him a withering look.
"My name is Amanda, Not mistress, Kevin.. Amanda or Mandy. Cant you bring yourself to use my name?" She clenched her fist in the blanket. She felt stirrings inside at the sight of the teddy bear. It was so sweet and romantic. And she DIDNT want that! She wanted to loathe him, shoot him, stab him, anything but care for him.
 
Kevin's smile faded. It was bright and big, but at her words it turned into a straight line.
"But, Mistress, those were the rules. No cussing, no swearing, and I must only call you Mistress. You are my mistress, nothing can change that now."
He sat the bear down next to her, and got on his knees, "I wanted to show you that," his hands over her legs, "I wanted to show you how well you taught me. How much better I'm doing now."
He could feel tears swell up in his eyes, as his grip on her leg tightened uncontrollably, "What am I doing wrong? I followed all of the rules, didn't I follow the rules..."
 
Amanda

She watched his face change in an instant. Well who cares?! She didnt, she wouldnt care. Couldnt make her care. There was no way on gods green earth she was going to give one fig about it.
"Yes you followed the rules, to a freaking T! But stop calling me mistress. OK?" She winced a little as his hand tightened more and more on her leg. Almost too painful, but she just gritted her teeth and ignored it.

His anger was better than this loving nonsence. She wasn't going to abide this nice crap no more. If he hurt her so be it, at least he wasn't breaking her heart again.

"No more Mistress Kevin. Just Amanda. I cant stand that title anymore.." She knew he was getting angry, and she smiled a sweet smile at him. Anger was better than love. She was not letting him in!
 
He gritted his teeth, pounding the bed next to her leg. His eyes stared hurtfully at her. She might as well have called him a eunich.
"What? You can't stand that title? You can't stand my love for you, my devotion? I love you mistress. You showed me that."
He got on top of the bed, pinning her down. His eyes wild with anger staring at her.
With a sudden reproach he slapped her, hard. His hand making contact with her cheek. It felt so good to do that. She would have to know of his love. He would beat it into her if possible.
"You are my mistress, you hear me? I love you, and nothing," he slapped her again, "Nothing can change that."
He slapped her a third time, harder than the last. That's when he saw blood. Blood on his hand and on her. He stared at her, in schock. Had he just done this? He had hurt her.
He didn't want to hurt her though, just make her understand. Why couldn't she just understand.
He brought her to his chest, holding her lovingly, "I'm sorry."
A tear fell down his cheek, what had he done?
He entire body shivered slightly.
 
Amanda

"What? You can't stand that title? You can't stand my love for you, my devotion? I love you mistress. You showed me that."

She watched the changes come over his face. Pure anger, and hurt in his eyes. She held her tongue and didnt say a word. He climbed up on the bed with a quick move. She wasn't expecting that. He pinned her down and got in her face.

He slapped her once, her face jerking to the side. It stung, but she gritted her teeth and ignored it. "You are my mistress, you hear me? I love you, and nothing," he slapped her again, "Nothing can change that."

She looked back at him just in time to see another blow coming. She didn't flinch or try to cover her face. The pain felt good, expected. Was welcomed infact. Her teeth ripped her lip and a little blood splattered on the bedding. She slowly moved back to look at him. Her eyes met his and held. She wouldn't cry out, she wouldn't fight him. She just lay there watching him. Her face hurt, her mouth hurt her too. But she didn't try to free her arms to touch the throbbing area.

He hit her again, this time harder, knocking her head painfully sideways. Stars burst before her eyes and her lip ripped open further. She felt a heated throb in her cheek, knew she would have a black eye from that one. She held her silence, not breaking it. Not crying out for him to stop. She silently waited for him to hit her again. A single tear washed down her red cheek, but she didn't speak.

His face filled with horror as he looked at his hand, covered with her blood. And then down at her face. She could feel the blood starting to run out of her nose. Yet she just watched him. her look blank, unfeeling. There was nothing there. No challenge, no hurt look, no blame. Nothing.

He pulled her to his chest, slamming her face into his shoulder. She bit back a groan of pain, she wouldn't give him the satisfaction of that.

He whispered in her ear, his words filled with pain and what sounded like the urge to cry, "I'm sorry."

She didn't believe a word of it. How could he be angry one second and sorry the next? She just let him hold her. She wouldnt offer him comfort, she wanted this anger. It hardened her heart against him. She felt him trembling, and wondered if it was the adreniline rush from slapping her around, or if it was something else?

She could not make out his face, he held her to him so tightly. She just limply stayed there. She felt another tear roll down her face, and fought hard to stop them. She licked her upper swollen lip, the blood was running down into her mouth. It tasted bitter sweet, just like it did before. Somethings never change.

She breathed in and out trying to calm herself to speak. She cleared her throat and licked her lips once more.
"It's alright Kevin. Things happen, some of them we have no control over." It was all she would offer him. It wasnt a sorry, forgiveness. It was nothing but hollow words.
She didn't hate him, she felt nothing inside. She closed her eyes a moment. The pain felt good, familiar to her. Something she was used to.

She would never get used to the nice things in life. It wasn't possible. She couldnt even recall ever falling in love before in her life. Yes, pain was familiar and comforting in a way. She felt almost like her old self again. And he thought he was wearing her down. Ha!

He had already done the worse he could to her when she was in high school. There was nothing now he could do to bring her more pain. She felt another tear fall down her face.

Why was she crying? She had no idea? Maybe because her face hurt? She had stopped hurting though. It was numb now and just throbbing a little. Nothing too hurtful. So why was she shedding tears? Her mind wouldn't put it into words, denying what her heart felt. Her mind was cold and empty of emotion. Her heart was on other things.

She drove him to this on purpose, to keep things in perspective. And yet, for a brief moment there, she wished she hadnt done it. Not because it hurt, but because of the look on his face. That soulfull pain filled expression in his eyes. She closed her eyes once more. She would forget that look, it had nothing to do with her. He wasn't rational right now, and he didn't know what he was saying.

Sooner or later he would wake up and realize he did NOT love her. It wasn't possible to love her. She was a walking, breathing cold hearted woman who would never care for anything in this world. Yeah, she would keep telling herself that. And sooner or later her heart would agree.
 
Kevin gripped her tightly against him. Why had he done it? She was his mistress, she deserved more from him. She had just made him so angry. He had thought...
He had thought for a minute that she was Mandy. Just a flash of red, and his mistress washed away, revealing the evil Mandy, the one he hated, the one he despised. He had to hurt her, to kill her.
Kevin needed him Mistress back.
Now, here she was. Mandy was gone, behind the layers of blood and pain. Only his mistress remained. The mistress of pain and sex. The mistress that loved him, and hated him.
His mistress.
Kevin couldn't help it though, he had hurt her. Now, his mistress was under him, pain boiling through her, and needless blood spilling from her. He had done it, he had done it with his own hand.
That was a rule too. It was something he couldn't do, hurt his mistress. He needed to be punished.
Punishment for himself.
What had his mistress always used as punishment? Sex.
Of course.
He moved down, slowly spreading her legs apart. Lust and shame filling his eyes as he looked at her.
"I need to be punished mistress," he towered over her. His cock had been erect ever since he had seen blood, something from old memories. They flooded back. He had slapped her and drawn blood back in the limo. As much as he resented it, he loved it just as much.
"Punished." the cock's head pushed past her sweet vevety lips, already herself drawing tight around him.
"Punish me," he moaned out, feeling her along his shaft as it slowly moved in.
 
Amanda

He held her in a vise like grip, not letting her go. He was silent for a few minutes, but not too long. The whole time her face throbbed, and she felt tears slide down her face. He laid her back into the bed, his eyes searching hers for something. She didn't know what he wanted from her, but she wasn't going to ask.

"I need to be punished mistress,"

"P-punished?" Her voice cracked even though she whispered.
"Punished."

With that said he spread her thighs with his knees and pressed against her folds with his cock. He was hard? She closed her eyes a moment, trying to keep from screaming, crying, and yelling out at him. This was not punishment, but in his mind it was. The head slipped inside her traitorous body, and was welcomed by warm damp walls. She opened her eyes, not saying a word. Her thoughts in turmoil.

She was trying to make sense of this. Of his reasonings. Or lack there of. She had done this to him? How fragile was his mind at this moment?

"Punish me," His voice moaned out, as he pressed even deeper into her body. Her body may be welcoming him, but her mind wasn't. This was not punishment, and he did not understand at all.

She moaned as he sank fully into her. "Stop it Amanda! Do NOT go along with this! Fight him off, don't give in. Don't feel anything! Be strong, stand firm."

She just couldn't do it, she just could not pretend she felt nothing as he slipped inside her. Pleasure was pleasure and she was starting to feel it. Even though he had just slapped her senseless, she was reacting to him. She had to tell him..

She gulped back a little, her eyes opening to look up into his.
"T-This.. isn't punishment Kevin.. This is pleasure. D-don't you feel it?"[/I]

She knew from the look in his eyes, he wasn't really 'all there'. She arched under him, wrapping her legs around him and lusting up to meet him.
"Say it Kevin.." She whispered half moaned out. "This.. isnt punishment. This is pleasure. Let me hear you say it.." She was gentle with her words, not sparking his anger again. Hopefully. She moved under him, her walls clamping down on his shaft. She didn't want to see this blank look in his eyes anymore. She wanted the Kevin back she knew three nights ago. The one who had fight still in him, desire.. Sassiness.


Why she wanted him back, she didn't know. But this one was a shell of the real Kevin, and it actually made her hurt inside. She felt another tear slip down her face. This robot above her was not her intentions. She fought her own emotions and those he was creating in her. She did not want this. She did not want to feel anything dammit. She growled low in her throat, some might mistake for passion, but it was anger at herself and him.
Damn him for making her feel!
 
"No," he moaned, shaking himself, "If this isn't punishment, than I'll get the other one."
He moved faster than he should have, not thrusting himself in her, but more like trying to get his ass out of the way. All of the sudden it had spasmed up against him.
"Mistress, I don't want the other punishment. I don't want to be hurt like that again."
He could tolerate being her love slave as punishment, but not anything else. The other things, still fresh in his mind, mae him want to use this.
"It is punishment Mistress," he let this last phrase come out as a long moan, "But it is so pleasurable."
He smiled, moving above her, and beginning to quicken his pace, "I love pleasuring you mistress. I get off feeling you under me, knowing I can do this to you. I would do anything for you mistress, anything so you can feel my love."
 
Amanda

She arched under him spreading her thighs further.
"No punishments Kevin. We don't need punishments for anything.." She groaned out as he went back to moving in her. She couldnt help but respond. She couldnt ignore the pleasure of his thrusts in and out of her heated center. She wanted to, longed to infact. Just lay there like a dead fish and let him finish. But she couldnt make her hips stop thrusting up to meet him. She wrapped her arms around him and moaned out. her orgasm climbing up her spine, her toes curling tightly.

She hated him. She hated him. She kept saying this over and over again. Willing herself to not respond. She cried out, biting into his shoulder slightly. Trembling as her juices began to slowly flow more and more. She was almost there, she pulled him to her, burrowing her face into the crook of his neck. Her body was starting to sweat and her clit was growing more and more sensitive with his thrusts.

She cried out his name as she errupted around him. Hating herself and him for making her want this. Making her want him. He was becoming an addiction and she couldnt afford that. She wouldnt let that happen. She fell back to the bed, panting for air. her eyes closed and her lip hurting. She didn't care how much her lip hurt, her center was on fire from her orgasm. It felt wonderful, the feeling of being filled up, satisfied. She moaned softly, letting her thighs relax around him.
 
Kevin stopped his rhythm, feeling her relax on the bed. She seemed spent, her orgasm revelling throughout her body. His punishment was over.
Now... now it was time for his pleasure. Just like the mistress wanted, pleasure and pain together. A delicate balance.
With a smile, he seemed to say, "My turn."
He forced himself back into a fast paced rhythm. Letting his cock, moist from her juice, ride in and out of her pussy. He fucked her good, truly fucked her. Before he had been making love. He let her feel his throbbing cock, and accented her sexual appetite.
Now, his only job was to fulfill his own. With her pussy grabbing and pulating around his cock, he knew it wouldn't take long.
Already fucking her as hard as he could, Kevin felt himself grow even harder inside her.
Grabbing onto her hips, and helping her meet his hardened thrusts, he groaned loudly as the orgasm ripped through him.
Cum shot out deep inside her, as he continued to pound away. His cock moving in and out, as fast as he could cum.
Then, he stopped. His cock spent. It was deep inside her, cum still spilling out, already growing limp. He let it stay in there, just because it felt so good.
She felt so good.
She felt so good to him.
He moaned, lying down next to her.
"Mistress," the words came out dreamily.
 
Amanda

She gasped out as he slammed into her. Moan after moan coming from his lips. She tensed up, feeling her orgasm renew quickly. She writhed under him, but he didnt really notice. his eyes were closed, a blissful look apon his face. He shouted out with an orgasm as she hit another. She moaned out his name, and twitched under him as more and more juices flowed from her body. She was spent, tired and drained. And her head hurt her and her face. She was thinking too much, feeling too much, and her damned face hurt. She lay there, her eyes closed, just trying to breath in and out to calm herself.
"Kevin?" She spasmed under him, her arms still holding him to her. How that happened she didn't know? But she wasnt going to question it.
 
Kevin moaned, finally able to relax himself enough to move. It had been nearly ten hours since he came, and she had thoroughly trashed him.
"Is there anything you want?" he asked, hearing her call his name. She seemed more in tune with herself now, back to the old mistress that he knew. It felt good to have her back.
The love, it was there too.
With a great effort, he pulled himself out of her, and laid beside her on the bed. All of his muscles tingling with excitement and exhaustion, it was even hard to keep his eyes open.
Kevin must though, his mistress was in need of him.
 
Amanda

She forgot what she was asking for, she just wanted to go back to sleep and forget this morning altogether.
"A drink of water please?"
She mumbled the words, her mind hazy and sleepy. She curled to her side away from him. Just letting the tranquil feelings envelope her into a near slumber state of mind. She would be sleeping soon, she felt it coming.
Perhaps in her sleep she could forget and get back on track?
 
With a slight bounce in his step, he returned with her water. He had waited a few minutes so his body could somewhat return to normal. Afterwards, he got right on getting her water.
He placed it in her hands, knowing she was mostly asleep anyway. He couldn't blame her, he felt the same.
Climbing over her, he pressed himself right next to her, and put the blanket over their spooned position. It would be best if he could just sleep like this.
It felt so good.
 
Amanda

She sipped the water and set it aside, falling asleep within a few minutes. She dreamt of a tender touch and passionate love making. She couldnt see who it was in her dream touching her, igniting her passions but she felt heavenly. She mumbled out, "I love you.." And moaned, rolling further to her stomach. Then the dream changed. She was locked in a dark room, and there were no doors and no one could hear her. She cried out, banging on the walls but could hear nothing. She was depserate to get out, and she didnt know why. She was alone, no one could harm her, yet she fought to get free. She kept banging on the walls, her fists turning bloody in her dream. She was crying and fighting for her way up to reality. She jerked awake on the bed, panting for air. Her eyes wild with fright a moment, forgetting where she was. She lay there, unmoving. She could feel Kevin behind her, but her ears were ringing with her own screams in her dream. She didnt utter a sound, she didnt scream out and wake him, but she still felt as if she had been screaming.

She sighed, and closed her eyes, trying to calm her breathing back down. She opened her eyes again and looked around. How would she get out of this now?
 
Kevin kissed her lightly on the cheek, giving her a pleasent after-sex smile.
"I've got you things for you, just wait here."
He stopped, realiing she couldn't go anywhere, and laughed to himself. Still naked, he ran up the steps, stopping at the table.
It was filled with different romantic things. Anything and everything he could get from the stores that were still opened. What did she need now?
Chocolate!
He grabbed a box of sweets that looked delicious enough for him to feed her. That's exactly what he would do too, let her gently take them from him. What could be more romantic?
Certainly she would love him then.
Moving back downstairs, he showed them to her, "Here you are."
 
Amanda

She sat up, wondering what he was up to now? She was surprised when he came back, buck naked, carrying a large box of chocolates.
"Oh my... for me? But... Why?" She took the box from him and sat it in her lap. This was different. She had never been given chocolates before. Something nagged the back of her mind about this. It was odd, this behavior, his eagerness to please her. But he would hurt her if she didnt cooperate? She actually smiled though. Looking down at the box, she glanced up at him,
"Thank you Kevin. This is very sweet of you to bring me this.." He had left the house!? She knew what was in the house, and these things werent. Were the cops coming for her soon? She was worried a little, but didnt let it show. She wondered why he was doing all these things for her? He should be getting revenge, or leaving her to die alone. Not being sweet and kind. She had a real confused look in her eyes, her anger at him forgotten for the moment. This was in a small weird way romantic.
 
Kevin took a piece of chocolate, and fed it to her.
"I wanted to give you these as a promise. I'm not keeping you here to imprison you, I'm just restraining you until I can show you how much I love you. Besides these chains, you are free. If you want someting, just ask, I'll be more than happy to give you your heart's desire."
He let her lips take the chocolate from his fingers, then he took one of his own. That did taste good, melts in your mouth.
"If you want to just talk, or watch a movie, or make love, or whatever. I'm here just for you."
His eyes studied hers.
 
Amanda

There he went again with that love nonsense. She held her tongue and took the chocolate from his fingers. Her tongue sneaking out to wrap around the delicious morsel. She moaned a little, it tasted heavenly.
"Anything I desire?" She had to think on this one. She arched a little on the bed, stretching out her weary tired muscles. She needed sleep and to think. not him teasing her with this love nonsense.
"What would we talk about Kevin?"
 
Kevin shrugged his shoulders, letting her eat another piece.
"Anything you want. We can talk about your old life, or maybe just something stupid. I'm not sure, maybe what normal people talk about."
He smiled, lowering his gaze, "Since I locked you up, you've always had this sort of look, something that is confusion and a little bit of hate and lust combined. It's so confusing to me. At times I think you want nothing more than my love, and at other times I'm afraid to turn my back on you."
He looked at his hands, as if he were seeing them for the first time, "Could you tell me what's going on?"
 
Amanda

She was stunned speachless... That was the first thing he said to her that sounded normal! She chewed the chocolate in her mouth, trying to figure out how to answer him?
"Confusion? I-I'm not confused..." She cleared her throat wondering what to say? She was backed into a corner, and did not see a way out? She felt her own walls slamming up and her heart lurching painfully in her chest. She longed for love, that was true. Even she could admit it, she was scared to say it aloud though. Something inside her was just too afriad to do it. She sat up a little, glancing anywhere but his eyes. How did she answer this one?
"I wouldn't harm you Kevin.. you can turn your back. And besides.." She wiggled the chains, "I cant go anywhere.."
 
Kevin shook his head, "You don't have to hit me upside the head to hurt me. Just that look you give me, like you aren't sure if I'll kiss you or sla..." the word died in his throat.
He let in a deep breath, this was hard for him to get out. He honestly thought it would be easy, seeing as how she was the one he was tryint to get to love him.
Why was this so hard on him as well.
"I guess I just want to know if you feel anything at all for me? Am I fighting for something that can never be?"
 
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