Zeke was never fully on board with our bullying Kailey in freshman and sophomore years, he watched but never really participated. Cooper always held a flame for her so he was easily manipulated through his loss and Caine is a sadistic fucker who loves to watch anyone suffer.
It was sophomore year that Zeke's self-harm became out of control. He was cutting constantly, slicing into his skin, and staring transfixed by the sight of his blood. I never got why he needed to do it but I understood the need to watch something bleed. When I asked him why, he explained that it was his only outlet for the things he kept inside.
It was a week before summer break, Georgina was throwing another end of school party and we were all getting intoxicated. Zeke hit the bottle hard that night and by the sight of his long sleeved Henley and track pants, I knew his father had laid into him again. This used to be Kailey’s expertise, she could draw Zeke out of his head after those episodes and bring him back from the brink of destruction.
But Kailey was gone and this particular episode was severe. With no one to conciliate the war in his head, we were all left to watch as he slowly descended into the recesses of his depression. Descend he did, it was a few hours later I found him sprawled on the bathroom floor in a puddle of his own blood. I wrapped his wrists tightly and got him to the hospital in time. Then I paid off the doctors and nurses to keep their mouths shut. No one knows what happened that night except for the two of us.
That night, the final vestiges of my feelings for Kailey evaporated and I became fully dead inside.
She’s sitting on the bed when I return, dressed in my mother’s favorite nightgown, and biting on her fingernails. Her large hazel eyes-filled with sorrow-raise to look at mine and I can’t hold back the need to rip that fucking gown off of her.
And why not?
I stride forward and fist my hand into the front of the fabric, pulling her up to stand in front of me. Her body is lax as if the fight has completely left her and her head falls back to keep her eyes trained on mine. I flick open the switchblade-still coated in her father’s blood-and run it down the gown’s silky material. She winces at the sight of his blood but she doesn’t fight me and that’s probably a good thing because at this moment, I wouldn’t mind seeing her bleed as well.
The flaps of the shredded material fall open and Kailey is bared to me. She doesn’t fight it, doesn’t try to cover herself up, and stands there waiting for what I’ll do next.
I press the tip of the blade into her cheek and lightly glide it downwards, over her lips. A trail of drying blood follows the blade’s path and I watch as she sticks the tip of her tongue out to touch the sharp edge.
“What does your father taste like?” I ask her, my voice gruff with arousal.
“Like broken promises and lost dreams.” Her voice is soft.
“What do you think you would taste like?” I press the tip of the blade against the skin of her right breast.
“Probably something similar.” She continues to watch me. “You should find out.”
I don’t know what game she’s playing and I don’t really care to figure it out because right now, I want the taste of Kailey’s blood on my tongue.
I press the knife in deeper and hear her whimper as I begin to drag it down. I continue my carving and watch the blood run over her nipple and drip off the end onto the white carpet under our feet. Then the overwhelming need to taste her has me dipping my head forward and sucking her nipple into my mouth.
Her blood is sweet and her moans are like a melody I thought I’d never want to hear. I release her nipple-the peak hard and tinged in red-and run my tongue over the cuts on her breast. Her flavor bursts inside of my mouth and I can’t help but agree with her, she certainly does taste like broken promises.
My tongue glides up her throat and over her chin, then I’m flicking it against her bottom lip.
“Want a taste?” I ask her.
“Yes.” Her response is immediate and husky.
Her mouth falls open and I bend my head down to brush my lips over hers. Then I seal them together and plunge inside her mouth with my tongue. It’s eerily similar to the last kiss I had given her in the library at Zeke’s house. It’s angry, possessive, and all consuming. I forget the resentment, the hurt, and the need for revenge. Right now, I just want this girl and I want her to give me everything.
I will fuck her and then I will continue with my plan.
She groans into my mouth and I walk her backward into the bed. Once the back of her knees hit the mattress, she falls and bounces on her back, her breasts mimicking the movement.
Her right breast is still bleeding and I hover over her, licking some of the blood as it rolls down her rib cage.
She grabs my hair and drags my head up, her eyes watering as she looks at me.
“This doesn’t change how much I hate you.” She says and once again I’m ravishing her mouth.
No, she doesn’t hate me, she only wishes she did. I can’t stop the need to taste her and I want to be inside of her so damn bad. Before I can remove my belt, I feel her small hands working it undone.
We’re staring at each other as she pulls open the belt and she releases the zipper. With the switchblade still firm in my hand, I plunge it into the mattress right beside her head, and chuckle when she screams. That’s better. This isn’t going to be some happily ever after moment.
I shuck off my jeans and grin at the shock still registered all over her face. Her body is no longer pliant and willing, she’s stiffened up with fear.
A scared Kailey is so much better than a willing one. I kneel between her legs, forcing hers to spread wide, and I look down to see her pussy weeping, preparing for my cock.
Her eyes fall as I grab my cock in my hand and begin to pump out a hard fast rhythm. My body knows it well, this is what I do when I need a fast release so I can think and right now I have the best motivation in front of me.
Once the realization hits her, I watch her face morph into anger as she tries to move away from me. I pull the knife out of the bed and lean back over her. One hand continues to stroke my cock and the other presses the blade against her neck, hard enough that a bead of blood bubbles out and runs down to the bed.
“I bet you wanted this cock pounding inside of you.” I say as I watch the blood continue to drip down her neck. “Just when you thought I was coming around or starting to care.”
“Get off of me.” Her voice shakes with anger and embarrassment.
“Are you sure? You were wanting my blood soaked kisses just a minute ago.” I groan as I feel my release coming on.
Her eyes spit fire and her hands fist against my chest as she tries to push me off. But I’m so close to the end, there’s nothing she could do to move me, and I lean forward to lick the next drip of blood. The taste of it, her scent, and my mother’s destroyed nightgown all send me tumbling over. I cum all over her lower belly and moan her name.
She’s shocked in place on the bed as I lean up and look down at my cum on her belly. It begins to run down towards her pussy and I do nothing to stop it. I run two of my fingers through the pool of it under her belly button and look up to meet her eyes.