Her Betrayal His Revenge

10

Black,

Bitch! f*****g b***h. I would kill her, strangle her to death. The lamp went straight to the wall and eventually fell on the ground. Taking the antique vase, I shot it at the mirror shredding it into pieces. My whole room had become a slaughterhouse.

I still couldn’t contain the anger inside of me, burning in agitation I shattered everything I got my hands on. Bending down I kicked open the black mirrored bed frame cabinet, pushing out the Sapporo space barley beer bottle. Plucking it open I gulped down the whole bottle of beer and then threw the empty bottle on the floor, watching it as it shattered into pieces of glass. Taking another bottle out I chugged it again. My thirst still wasn’t quenched.

Playing basketball always soothes me. It assuages my anger. Nothing surpasses that, in fact in years I hadn’t come across anything better than basketball. After my mother, only this game comforted me. And no one, just no one could disrupt that. But she managed to do that too.

I hate losing control, being helpless aggravates me. And that’s what happened today. I was already riled up from last night’s fiasco, she still dared to poke me again.

Crashing my practise in between she planned to play her own game there. She actually thought she stood any chance in front of me on my court where I rule, my sacred ground. Still I gave her a chance to show her where she stood and accepting my challenge, the dumbfuck believed she could beat me.

The motherfucking b***h tried to seduce me when she couldn’t play along. Obviously, she couldn’t play the sport so decided to distract me. How dare she? What did she think that I would be mesmerized by her, that she would be able to arouse me? No one f****d with me and she attempted to trap Black Ronald, that slut……God! I hurled the second bottle on the floor, crashing it into pieces.

The worst part was that I got distracted. The minute she walked into the hall wearing those black shorts I was entranced, her long toned but plumpish legs were enough to affect me. Still, I was in my senses, even when we started playing, I somehow controlled myself by keeping a distance and focusing on my game. But the minute she striped her jacket I lost it. Her sweaty body in that tight tank top revealed her ravishing curves, I instantly wanted to rip that top away and f**k her there in the middle of the court. And Jesus I was damned when she splashed water over her head that gushed on her tanned chest. Had she been just another girl, and if I were getting that hormonal, I’d have f****d her brains out right there on the ground. But it was her and that wasn’t good. As she sauntered her wet body towards me with those throbbing thighs and wobbly boobs my d**k hardened in my boxers. And there I was in huge trouble. I’d f****d a zillion girls but this was new. No girl ever had turned me on like that, I had been aroused but never this insane. Only I knew how I had kept a straight face.

I couldn’t fall for this, I knew control. In fact I owned it. But she was driving me crazy, still I had to play with her.

The actual show started after she bent before me, outstretching her hands. She manifested her cleavage a bit while I couldn’t stop gawking at her. Every time I observed her creamy soft body I couldn’t get enough. I wanted more.

Moving backwards with the ball I was trying to stay away from her, she though had other plans. Hopping close to me with her bouncing t**s made my d**k intractable. I didn’t know what got into her, but she was relentless, charging at me every chance she got. But what was hassling me more was; why was I so mesmerised by her body? It was like any other girl’s body. Still, I needed a taste of it, to explore it. Being the stubborn girl that she was, she kept hopping close to me and at a point she was in my face, blocking me. Then I didn’t understand what got into her. She stretched her leg pulling a cartwheel. It was a sight to watch, in fact in between when she outstretched her legs I was blown away. And just like that the ball fell from my hands and she grabbed it. Taking it to the other side when she turned her back towards me in the same bent position, I couldn’t stop but reach behind her when she pushed me back making me f*****g crazy. For the first time in my life playing basketball was becoming a struggle for me. And that infuriated me. I launched myself again towards her, holding her from behind and snatching the ball away from her hands, even though holding her like that killed me.

Shit happened when she collided with me. I couldn’t manage myself, she attached her body with mine torturing my animalistic d**k. She was almost rocking around me and her boobs stick with my chest making the ball tumble from my hands.

She had finally accomplished her goal of distracting me , diverting me from basketball. This couldn’t have happened; I had planned to ruin her and that was it. She couldn’t f**k my mind in the process, she had to know her limits. That’s why I confronted her.

What was more irritating was that if I lost my control again, then how would I go ahead with my plan. Because eventually I had to be intimate with her. God!! I threw away the sixth bottle of beer.

“She is hot, man, I’m definitely having her after you.” Nate said, sitting beside me in my car. We were outside the bookstore she had started working in today. I knew she needed money but working in a bookshop won’t suffice. She would have to get another one to manage all her expenses.

I had to keep an eye on her even though I didn’t want to see her face. But it was important to keep track of her and I also needed to make sure that I am not affected by her. Whatever happened it was just momentary. After what happened in the morning, I was sure she wouldn’t want to meet me again. But I had to admonish her so that she didn’t drown in adulation of herself.

I initially thought of having someone else to spy on her but this project was more personal than professional. Hence, my personal attention was the main requisite for this plan. And until my motive with her hadn’t been accomplished she was my toy. These rules applied to my friends as well. So, Nate will have to wait too.

“Dude you’re an aggressive beast. You need patience to deal with her, trust me she’s a prude bitch.” He flaunted his abilities indirectly.

It was almost 7:30 when I saw her leaving the bookstore. Her shift must have ended. She was sluggishly walking on the sidewalk, heading towards the university, I guessed. She paid no attention to my car which was parked across the street.

I haven't talked to her since that incident on the basketball court. But I definitely came here, at the bookstore, to keep an eye on her. Nate came with me, but he left first as he had some urgent business to take care of.

I started the engine and began following her from behind, keeping a safe distance so that she wouldn't see me. And as expected, she was so tired and engrossed in her own world that she didn't even look back. Soon she reached her hostel and headed inside.

Usually, I would leave once she entered her hostel, but something got into me today and I decided to follow her inside. As soon as I reached the hallway, I pulled my hoodie over my head and walked towards her room. I put my ear on her door and tried to hear something. Just that moment the warden walked into the hallway but I looked at her sternly and she left without saying anything.

"For some time there was nothing unusual, just the sound of the cupboard closing and opening, the bathroom door closing and opening, the water tap turning on and off. But after some time, I heard something unusual. Something I wasn't expecting. I heard her moans. She was m**********g. My curiosity got the best of me and I still kept listening. Though I couldn't hear properly through the door, her moans were like music to my ear. Strangely, it was turning me on. That kept going for a good minute but what I heard after that was even more shocking.

"Ahhhh black…...ahhhh"

What? She was taking my name? She is m**********g thinking of me? Woah! I wasn't expecting that at all. But it's not that bad either. A mischievous smile crept it's way on my face.

On an impulse I opened her door with the key I had got from the warden, some days ago when I entered her room. She was sitting on the bed with her legs wide apart, eyes closed and her right hand inside her shorts. She was in so much pleasure that she didn't even notice me entering. It was when I closed the door behind me with a loud thud, she came to her senses and looked at me.

She was shocked. For a moment she didn't even know what to do. She just stayed in the same position as a statue. But soon she came out of her shock and pulled her hand out of her shorts and sat straight. Her fingers were still wet.

"What the hell are you doing in my room at this hour?" She yelled

"Just came to help you a bit baby girl" I said mockingly, walking closer to her

She moved back on the bed, away from me. I sat on the bed and started shifting towards her. She started shifting backwards, trying to get away from me, but then she bumped into the headboard of the bed and couldn't go back further. Without wasting any time, I trapped her between my hands and hovered over her.

"What the f**k black? Get away from me." She was still trying to act composed

I lifted her wet hand and brought it near her face. "You weren't so innocent some time ago, while m**********g and moaning my name" I said

"m**********g is normal, everyone does that, so stop making that a big deal." She said and continued but more sternly this time "But I wasn't moaning your name. Stop thinking so highly of yourself. The world does not revolve around you, Mr. Black Ronald."

I had surely heard her moaning my name, I can't be mistaken but still I didn't say anything.

"So did I ruin your o****m then?" I asked instead

"Of course you did" she said and turned her face to the side

"Well we are equal now then I guess" I scoffed "But don't worry I will help you"

"I don't nee-----" but before she could say anything, I spread her legs wide apart and started caressing her clothed core.

"Ahh…...stop it" she moaned

But instead of stopping, I pulled out her shorts and kept caressing her core through her panties. Her body kept arched forward and her head rested on the headboard. Her eyes were closed because of the pleasure she was feeling, though I didn't even touch her bare skin.

I removed my hand and moved forward to sit on her stomach. I put one of my hands inside her shirt while my other hand went to her throat and gripped it tightly. Whoa! She isn't wearing a bra, it made my work easy. I kept caressing her breast with one hand while my other hand tightened around her throat. I could see her o****m building, but again, I was turned on too.

I don't know what got into me, I grabbed her neck and pulled her towards me, kissing her square on the lips, harshly. She tried removing my hand from her throat, but I was the stronger one here. She kept pushing me away, then I realized that I was choking her. I parted, panting. And she gasped for air and kept breathing heavily.

"You almost choked me to death" she yelled with anger, holding back tears.

But I didn't reply because I was busy thinking about something else. I got up from there and left. I walked straight ahead to my car and sat inside, breathing heavily. What just happened? What did I just do? Why did I kiss her?