Breaking the Bully

by Jessa Kane

I simply keep my head down and try not to show the bruises. On my body and my heart. I never could have predicted he would hate me for it.

Two years ago, I decided that if she was going to make my life hell by ignoring me after what we shared, then I could return the favor. So I do. I demand she acknowledge me by bullying her. That’s the only term for it. I’m her bully and I hate that—I fucking hate it—but so be it. It’s true what they say about misery loving company. Because I’m miserable without her and she’s coming with me.

to. I can’t breathe without having her close. And I can’t breathe with her close. It’s a strange condition, this obsession, but she’s an addiction I’m never giving up.

In theory I do, but not in practice. Since seeing Allie for the first time freshman year, there’s been no one but her. No one before that, either, or I was too young to be sexually active. She gave me my first hard-on when we were fourteen and she showed up to gym class in a white T-shirt and no bra, her tits jiggling around during volleyball—and my dick has never gotten stiff for anyone else. She owns my cock as sure as she owns my heart.

“Just stop,” she says again, turning her head slightly. “Please.” I collapse back in my chair, pulse thundering in my throat. My head is enflamed, heart mutilated. If we weren’t in the middle of class, if I didn’t feel like a monster, I would pull her into my arms right now. I’d hold her until she stopped struggling, then beg her to hit me, bruise me, make me pay for every shitty thing I’ve ever said to her. But before long, the bell is ringing and she’s diving out of her seat to get away from me. To put distance between us as quickly as possible—and I have no choice but to watch her, because my legs don’t seem to want to work properly.

“If I knew this was happening, I would have been here a long time ago. I would have stopped it.” Her expression can only be described as perplexed. Maybe even a little pissed. “You are not my savior, Moore. You are my enemy.” “I am not your enemy.” Those words barely make it out of me, my chest hurts so fucking bad. “Don’t say that.”

“I’ve made a study out of you, Allie James. I’ve been hanging on your every sigh, every expression and mood for years. Years. If you don’t think I’ve obsessed weeks of my life away over how you’d like to be fucked, baby, you’re sorely mistaken.”

Heat sears me from the inside, growing hotter with every touch of those lips on my flesh—and no, no, no I can never live without this. I’ll wither and die. Get into her system, not out of it. Get deeper. So deep she can’t pry you out. As deep as she is inside you.

“I lied to you, Allie. I lied. I’ve never been with anyone like this. I’ve never wanted to touch anyone but you. Never been hard for anything but this…” I force in another inch, wincing, starting to sweat. “This sweet little Allie pussy. I wanted inside of it so bad and now I can’t get halfway in without unloading. I’ve just got so much come for you. Christ, it hurts. My balls are so fucking heavy, baby.”

“You really haven’t figured it out yet? You can’t tell I’m obsessed with you?” I drop hard kisses all over her face, her hair, her neck. “You can’t tell I would murder, lie and steal to have you look at me?”

“I want you to come,” she rasps, hips shifting. “You’ve been hiding from me for two years, acting like someone else. But this…this is honest. I-I want to feel it.”

Catching her bottom lip between her teeth, she reaches down and sinks her fingernails into my bare ass, yanking me close and impaling herself on my rigid cock— And I come violently while she screams, my body in a state of shock and bliss, hips slapping against her mindlessly, mouth open on a silent shout, the pressure I’ve been carrying between my thighs for what feels like years ebbing in degrees. I hump and hump and hump, groaning into the storm. Despite my brain ordering me to treat her gently, I fuck her in the dirt with every ounce of strength in my body, holding her struggling thighs open and raking her petite frame up and back on the soft earth, grinding out my pleasure into her too-tight cunt.

“You’ve been driving me crazy,” I growl, biting her neck. “The smell of you in class. The shape of your neck and hips and fingers in front of me. Perfect, so perfect, so mine. And you wouldn’t even give me your eyes. It broke me. You broke me. But you’ve always been mine, no matter what, huh? Nothing can change that.” I lick her neck, her throat, her mouth. I buck into her endlessly, roughly, my climax wringing me dry. “Mine be mine be mine.”

“It finally happened,” she whispers, her voice almost camouflaged by the rain. “What did, baby?” The smile she gives me is almost shy. “I got to be part of the storm.”

We stormed. That’s what we did.

I can almost feel the binds tightening us together, strengthening until they become impossible to snap. And it scares me, but I’ve always loved storms. Always loved being scared, electrified, by beautiful things, and bare-chested in the moonlight, Moore is by far the most beautiful of all.

“I’m going to eat this first, every single time,” he rasps, planting a hard kiss on top of my clit, nudging it with his nose. “Make sure you’re wet.” I hear his zipper come down and look through the scant space between our bodies, watching his heavy balls and long, thick shaft drop down, free of the wet denim, his relieved growl of freedom turning my nipples to pulsing points. “Which way are we going to try next, Allie?” He sips at my sex, gently, then parts me roughly with a stiff, flat tongue, dragging it over that hyper-sensitive bud, making me cry out. “I’ve always dreamed of fucking you standing up. Right there at your locker, taking my dick beneath your skirt, those innocent, pink Mary Janes dangling behind me.”

“Dick tease,” he growls, turning me, impaling me to the door, shaking the wood on its hinges. “You hot, little dick tease. Wanted to cram that virgin hole so bad, you made me come in my pants in class. Lost count how many times. So hard for this good girl cunt, baby. So fucking hot for it. Every second of my life. Now. Forever. You own me, whether you want me or not.”

I have until Monday to soften her toward me. I have until Monday to make her forgive me enough to need me. She’ll never need me as much as I need her, but if I inspire even a fraction of my devotion in Allie, it’ll be enough to sustain me for life. I know I’m hoping for too much. To be forgiven for what I’ve done is a lot to ask, but I’ll never want for a single thing for the rest of my life, if I can just have this girl. Please let me have this girl.

“Finally came slumming it, didn’t you, rich girl? Too good to talk to me in the hall, but once we’re alone, you gave this pussy right up.” I wrap my hand around her throat, squeezing, and she wails a sound, pushing back rhythmically into my lap. “That’s right. Milk me good, you tight, stuck-up, little brat.”

I’m not in control as I flatten her to the mattress and ride up and down, plowing my cock deep, watching myself take ownership of her in the mirror, her face bruised, my lips peeled back from my teeth.

“He sold his bike this morning—this is the money from the sale. Moore said you would need the cash. He said letting you go is the right thing to do.”