The Wét diary

2027/3/5 (cont.)

Wagwan, Diary. So, I grabbed her by the throat, slammed her against the bookshelf. My other hand? Straight to her nipples. She moaned, muffled by those damn panties I shoved in her mouth earlier. Then, I let that hand slide down, over her flat stomach, right to her pussy. You should’ve heard her, bro. Loud moan, even with that gag. She started trying to grind against my hand. Desperate.

Nope. Pulled my hand away from her pussy. Then, with the hand that was on her throat, I just slapped her hard.

"None of that," I warned her, my voice low and growly. "You'll feel pleasure only if I want you to. You'll feel pain only if I want you to." I leaned in close, right in her face. "I own you." Then, I just kissed her cheek. Twisted, right?

Pulled back. Her face was a mess of pleasure and panic. Couldn't tell which was winning. My hand went back to her pussy, just rubbing her lips, teasing. Other hand? Pinching and pulling her nipples. Man, the moans she made. Exquisite.

Then, she hit a new level. I plunged two fingers deep inside her. So tight, so wet. Stopped pinching her nipples. Started slapping her chest instead, alternating between her tits, trying to hit those nipples with every single strike.

I went at it, finger-fucking her hard, slamming my hand against her pussy with every thrust, still beating her tits. Her pussy started to tighten around my fingers. Knew she was about to blow. So I pulled my fingers out, quick. She thrust her hips, trying to find me, trying to get my fingers back inside. I just moved away. Made her actually look at me.

"You don't get to cum until I do," I told her. Pulled the panties out of her mouth. Grabbed her by the shoulders, forced her to her knees.

"You're gonna suck my cock," I told her, no room for argument. "And only when you've swallowed all my cum will I make you orgasm."

Bro, you should've seen her. Eager as hell. Grabbed my trousers, practically ripped them down. Just wanted to get me off so she could get hers.

Her perfect pouty lips... wrapped around my cock. She went at it, giving me a quick blowjob. Obvious she was just trying to get me to cum, not enjoying the act itself. Just a means to an end for her.

"You better make it good," I threatened, "or I might just keep bringing you to the brink." Instantly, she improved. Her tongue swirling, sucking hard.

Let her go at it for a bit. Was enjoying it, yeah, but I wanted more. And with her obvious thing for pain, I had an idea.

"I'll take over now," I told her. Leaned over, grabbed one of her pigtails in each hand. Then I started to fuck her throat. Thrusting with my hips, pulling on her pigtails.

The tears rolling down her cheeks, the sounds of my cock plunging into her throat, her gagging... man, that just sent me over the edge. I came hard, pulled her head in, buried my cock in her throat, just spraying my cum down her.

Still holding those pigtails, I yanked her head off me, shoved her away. She slammed her head against one of the shelves. A solid thud.

"Now for your turn," I said, looming over her.

Reached down. Two fingers, slammed into her pussy at the exact same time I slapped her face. She moaned, that mix of pain and pleasure. I glared at her, loud moans in a library, you know? She clamped her mouth shut instantly.

"Remember what I told you about being too loud," I growled. "You do want to cum, don't you?" Didn't need an answer.

She nodded, lips sealed. I pounded my fingers into her. Violently. While I was finger-fucking her, I just kept slapping her face, slap after slap.

"More," she groaned. "Please hurt me more." She was begging now.

I pulled my arm back. Instead of another slap, I launched a punch at her stomach. Held back just a little, but it still knocked the wind right out of her. She crumpled, practically folded in half.

For a second, bro, fear, guilt, panic, all shot through me. I thought I'd actually hurt her bad. Started pulling my fingers out of her. But then she straightened up, a crooked smile on her face.

"Again. Harder," she gasped out.

I was shocked. She wanted me to hit her harder? Just stunned. Frozen. Ava didn't like that. Started grinding on my fingers.

"Hit me. I want you to bruise me, to make me bleed," she growled, grinding harder.

As she ground herself against my hand, I used my free one. Boom. Hard in the stomach again. Stronger punch this time. She grunted in pain, folded again. And yeah, I kept finger-fucking her through it.

She recovered from the blow, started moaning again, feeling that pain and pleasure. I thought about what she'd said. Bruise her. Make her bleed. Then it hit me: slap, punch, choke, bite. I'd done everything but bite.

Pulled my fingers out of her pussy. Slipped my arm under her ass, lifted her up. Better access. My lips met her pussy. She moaned loud. Too loud. I clamped my free hand over her mouth. Then I just started lapping her juices, tongue all over her. She tried to grab my hair, pull me closer, but I slapped her hands away. Reached up, slapped her face hard.

Tried to ignore her moans. But she was too loud, man. Someone would hear. Instead of clamping her mouth again, I went for a different move. Punched her in the stomach. Silenced her, but in a way I knew she'd love.

Ava started to recover from the punch. Her pussy started twitching. Orgasm time. So I punched her in the stomach again, and at the same time, I bit down on her clit. Hard. That combo, man. Pushed her right over the edge. She seized up, came apart.

She had an extreme orgasm, bro. Whole body shaking, eyes rolling back. Raving. I just watched her. She's beautiful normally, but like this? Man, she was something else. Couldn't take my eyes off her if I wanted to.

A minute later, she stopped shaking. The orgasm passed. She just lay there, breathing heavy, that smile still on her face. Then she started to sit up, opened her eyes. And glared at me. Wide eyes, full of pure hate.

"Get dressed," I snapped. "Meet me at this address tonight at seven." Gave her the place.

"Fuck you," she snarled back.

"You might wanna be nicer to me. Do as I say," I warned her.

"Fuck you," she growled again.

"Alright, I guess you won't mind if I send this to everyone in school then," I said, standing up, grabbing my phone. Stopped the recording, quickly uploaded a copy to the cloud. Then I hit play, turned the screen to her.

You could hear it, man. A slap. Then Ava moaning. Right through the phone speaker. I watched her blush, then that look of burning rage. Almost scared me.

"Like I said," I told her, "if you don't want everyone to see this lovely video of you, then you'll do what I say." Threat. Pure and simple.

"You wouldn't." Sounded like she was trying to be confident, but it was fake. She was scared.

"Do you really want to risk it?" I asked, slow. She didn't say anything. "If you're not at that address tonight at seven, everyone in school sees this video. Now get dressed, you don't want someone to catch you like that."

I looked down at her. Naked. Admired the red handprints on her face, around her neck. My eyes trailed down to the bruises, already forming on her stomach.

"You might want to prepare yourself, too. Tonight is gonna make this seem like a tickle fight," I told her, relishing the mix of scared and almost excited in her eyes. Her masochism. It unlocked something in me, bro. A cruel, sadistic side I never knew I had. Now? I want to explore it. And who better to explore it with than the bitch who bullied me for so long?

Walked off. Left her there to get dressed. Exited the library, my mind racing through all the things I was gonna do to her later. All the pleasure. All the pain. I smiled. This was just the start of something good.