Revenge, Pt 15: The Decision - Sex Stories

Revenge, Pt 15: The Decision

... consent thing." I said, frowning. She didn't even understand the basics. My fault again. "Listen, you obey me because you agreed to. You get punished because you agree to. If I started threatening to show off your pictures, or if I used violence to make you do something you didn't want to... well, it'd be a very different relationship, wouldn't it?" I said. She paused, thinking over what I'd said. "Yeah." she said eventually, "It would be different..." "Ok, so, you have to understand that nothing you can say or do will ever make me show those pictures to anyone. They're private, forever. You have to trust me." I said. She smiled widely, so suddenly it was startling. "I trust you." she said, "That much I know. I trust you." "Why?" I blurted out. "How can you trust me after..." "Because it could be worse." she said. I frowned. I opened my mouth to answer, but didn't. "You could be worse." she said, smiling at my confusion. "You think I don't notice how even when you slap me, you never leave a bruise? I had an argument once with Rose that got a bit heated. She slapped me, and it left a mark for two days!" She laughed, as if that were a happy memory. "If I were in your position... If I had power over the person who... who treated me like I treated you... well, I was expecting you to be worse. I expected to wake up after losing my virginity with a black eye and a broken nose." I frowned at the image, even as my sadistic side wanted me to smile. A more sentimental part of me ...

... noticed how she still considered me the one who took her virginity, even though she'd been with Mike. "Sometimes you look at me like you want to rip me apart..." she continued, "But you hold yourself back, I see it. You take this big, deep breath and calm yourself down. After you fucked me, and I realised you weren't going to... I don't know, cripple me or something, it just made sense to trust you. I'd already given myself to you and turned out ok. If you really like hurting me... and if you really hate me... then even the fact that you haven't done anything to ruin my life is enough for me to trust you." "That... actually makes sense." I said. I smiled realising that now I was the one that was confused. "So you really think you're a... sadist?" she asked suddenly. She said the word with such disbelief. I felt so horribly exposed. "Yeah." I said, rolling onto my back to look at the ceiling, "I like hurting you. At first I thought it was just a revenge thing, getting you back for all the shit you put me through over the years..." "I thought you were just angry with me." she agreed. "I mean... I know I deserve it-" "But even when I'm not angry I still enjoy it." I explained, cutting her off. "Even when I'm calm, when I can ignore our...our whatever, our past... I still just like hurting you. Or humiliating you... making you cry." "Why?" she asked. I didn't have an answer for that. "I don't know." I said, trying to keep my voice from shaking. I suddenly felt her hand on my cheek. I ...