Revenge, Pt 5: The Red Mist Decends - Sex Stories

Revenge, Pt 5: The Red Mist Decends

... looked at the ground, and saw the belt hanging over the edge of the bed. I remembered my dark thoughts from earlier, and I grabbed it on an impulse. I held it in my hands, staring at Jessica's shaking, sobbing body. I folded it over and gripped the ends. Without any more thinking, I struck. The leather met her ass with a ferocious snap. Her body leapt forward and she let out a shocked gasp. I didn't care how much it hurt her, I just wanted to see it again. I hit her again, and again, using the strength of my whole body, grunting out with every swing. I hit her for disobeying me, for thinking she could control me, for making me doubt myself every time I saw her. I hit her for everything she'd ever done to me. I hit her with every ounce of rage that I had, until I had none left. Suddenly the adrenaline that fuelled me dried up just as quickly as it had come, and I was left feeling utterly empty. Her ass was a mess, a deep, dark red that would obviously bruise. I looked at the belt in my hands, almost not recognising it. Had I really done this? I threw the belt down in disgust, and ran my hands up into my hair. This is why I couldn't lose control. I felt myself begin to panic. I'd never intended to hurt her like this. This was more than she could take, surely. But then I noticed her pussy. It was dripping wet, and her thighs were soaked. I looked down, and my cock was as hard as it had ever been, pre cum already forming at the tip. We were both so ready. I couldn't handle ...

... this. "Get up." I said, my voice hoarse. She looked back at me, her face soaked with tears. "Get up. Get out." I said. She just stared at me. "Get out!" I shouted, "Get the fuck out!" I grabbed her by the hair and pushed her off the bed. I watched her just lie on the ground for almost a minute, rolled up in a sobbing ball. She slowly rose, not meeting my eye. She gathered her new bra and panties, and limped out of the room without looking back, closing the door softly behind her. I didn't sleep that night. I tried over and over to forget what had happened, I tried to force myself to ignore the guilt and shame that I felt at hurting her like that. This was so much more than I'd intended. I loaded up my laptop and tried to use the internet to distract myself, but nothing worked. I kept thinking of her tear stained face, the complete look of fear and pain in her eyes. And as much as I hated it, every single time I felt my dick stiffen at the memories. I hated myself, I hated her, I hated everything that had happened so far. Eventually I realised that I wasn't going to be able to ignore it, so I tried to deal with it. I brought the memories up, over and over until they lost their sting, until the guilt began to fade. But it wasn't enough. It wasn't long before the sun began to rise outside my window, and I still didn't know what to do. == As I walked downstairs the next afternoon, I really didn't know what to expect. Had she gone to Rose like that, crying and abused? I felt another ...