Beautiful Mess (Sinners High book 1)

by Melody Adams

  "What... what are you going to do now?"

  "I'm going to punish you, Abby. And I'm going to teach you once and for all to take my threats serious and show me respect." I closed the door and staled towards the bed. I put my backpack on the floor next to it. "Take off your clothes."

  "Please, Kent. It's... I'm..."

  That was as far as she got. My hand closed tight around her throat and I put enough pressure to hurt her a little. Tears rolled down her cheeks. Her mouth opened to a silent scream. I looked into her eyes.

  "Last warning. If you don't want to make your punishment worse, I advise you to obey like a good PET!"

  I put more emphasis on the word pet to make it clear to her that this was not a word I used casually, but that I meant it exactly the way I said it. She was my pet. And the sooner she accepted that, the better for her.

  I let her go and took a step back. She grabbed her throat and coughed. I gave her a minute to collect herself.

  "GET! UNDRESSED!"

  With trembling fingers, she obeyed. The red strangulation marks on her slender neck got me hard. I was a bastard, but I had no problem with it. I was what I was. And today Abby would find out exactly what that meant.

  Abby

  I was terribly afraid when I hastily undressed. Kent had shown me a side to him that really scared me. But as crazy as it sounded, it excited me as well. I didn’t know what to expect, what he was going to do with me. I had no idea what was in the backpack. But I was sure I would find out soon. As I stood naked and trembling in front of him, he came closer and put one hand at my cheek. The soft touch stood in stark contrast to the way he’d strangled me minutes before. Nervously, I looked into his eyes in an attempt to read him, to find out how angry he was.

  "After tonight you will have no doubt about who you belong to, Abby," he said calmly. "You are mine, Abbygirl. I can do what I want with you. I am your master until I say otherwise. And you will find out now what it means. You will learn what happens if you do not respect me. If you do not take me serious. This time it's not about what you need. You will not cum. Because you don’t deserve it. Whether you feel pleasure or pain is up to me. I decide whether you deserve pleasure. You got that, Abby?"

  "Yes," I sobbed.

  "Good. Then get on the bed. Put your arms above your head. Spread your legs."

  He let go of me, and I hurried to obey his command. Not because I was in a hurry to find out what he intended to do with me, but because I didn't want to provoke him any more. As I lay in the middle of the bed with my heart galloping wildly, stretched out like a damn X, Kent picked up his backpack and put it on the bed to open it. He pulled out several ropes. Then he calmly set about tying my hands and feet to the bed.

  "The knots are not too tight, but they will pull tighter if you pull on them. I therefore advise you to lie still."

  I nodded.

  "Good girl."

  His gaze traveled over my outstretched body. He stretched out a hand and let it slide along the outside of my thigh. I shivered at his touch.

  "Don't struggle, Abby. Accept the pain and it won't be so bad. Okay?"

  I nodded again.

  "Out loud, ABBY!"

  "Yes."

  A sharp pain made me cry out when he gave my pussy a hard slap with his flat hand.

  "How was that?"

  "Yes, sir!"

  "Better." He stared at me with an indefinable stare, then went back to the backpack. "Let's begin. Shall we?"

  He pulled a gag from the backpack. I had seen such gags in a video on the Internet. It was one of those ball things like they were used in BDSM. Kent took the time to put the gag on me. The damn ball forced me to keep my mouth wide open. Spit collected in my mouth and I panicked. Kent stroked my cheek.

  "Shhh. It's okay, Abby. Nothing's going to happen to you. I will punish you, but I would never really harm you. Relax, baby."

  After I calmed down, Kent took more things out of the backpack. Nipple clamps. A wand that looked like a damn magic wand. A flogger and a whip that looked like the whips used in horse racing. Kent could cause me pain with these things, but I knew I could take it. Nothing he had taken out of his backpack really scared me. I relaxed.

  Kent's hand gripped one of my breasts and his thumb played with my nipple until it hardened. Then he put on the first nipple clamp. I whimpered, but even though it hurt, it wasn’t as bad as I expected.

  "Good girl. That’s my good pet."

  After Kent applied the second clamp, he took the flogger and started with light blows on my breasts and stomach. I realized that he warmed me up for harder strokes. He wanted to punish me, but he showed that my health and safety meant something to him. His initial rage when I hit him had given way to a deep calm and concentration. Every movement was controlled. We fell into the same rhythm as in the gym. Stroke for stroke. Breath for breath. I let myself go, surrendered myself to Kent. He switched from the flogger to the horsewhip, and the bite of the whip was stronger than the flogger. But I had no problem with that. The pain made me fly. I heard Kent's voice without absorbing the meaning of his words. As Kent pulled on the chain that connected the two nipple clamps, I screamed out. I blinked at Kent. He smiled.

  "Welcome back, Abby," he said. "I hope you didn't think I was going to leave you in Lala-land, huh? Where would be the punishment in that? Stay here, Abby. With me!"

  I whined in protest, and Kent laughed. He took the wand and walked to the foot of the bed. When he put the wand to the sole of my foot, an electric shock went through my sole. I screamed. I couldn't tell how long Kent tortured my poor feet with that horrible thing, but when the shocks finally stopped, I was a sobbing wreck. Kent came back to the headboard and released the gag. He freed my hands and feet and left me on the bed to disappear into the bathroom. A little later he came back with a glass of water. He helped me drink, then he put the glass down on the bedside table and undressed. When he was naked, he took his hard cock in his hand and started to jerk off.

  "If you'd been a good girl..." he grunted, his eyes piercing mine. "...then my cock would be in your pussy now and I'd make you come so hard you'd see stars. But you weren't a good girl, were you, Abbygirl? You've been naughty and you don't deserve my cock. No orgasm for poor Abby. I'll cum all over you."

  My pussy pulsed with desire and I realized that this was my real punishment. Not the beatings. The nipple clamps. The electric shocks. No, that he denied me pleasure while he forced me to watch him pleasure himself was my punishment. Cruel bastard!

  Chapter 16

  Abby

  Five weeks had passed since Kent punished me after the party. Something between us had changed that night. Something had changed in me. I had given Kent no more reason to punish me and he treated me like a pet, a pet that meant everything to its owner. He bathed me often, brushed my hair, gave me countless unbelievable orgasms. He still fed me during the lunch break, but instead of sitting at his feet, I now always sat on his lap. The guys treated me with respect and slowly but surely the KINGS grew on me. Beth was anything but happy about the new situation, but she didn't dare say or do anything. Now that I had the chance to get to know Nate a little better, I wondered why he was with Beth. Yes, Nate was unscrupulous when he had to be, and I was well aware that he didn't have the position of King of KINGS for nothing. But he possessed a strong sense of justice, and if you could count him among your friends, he would walk through fire for you. Ian with his blond hair and innocent face seemed sweet and the calmest of the KINGS. But I sensed that something slumbered beneath his surface that was anything but sweet and calm. How did they say? Still waters run deep. Seth, the blond All-American boy, was a womanizer and party animal, but there was a vulnerability in him. He hid it well. Not from me, though. I saw through his act. No one ever talked about his past at the table. But I was sure that a girl was responsible for Seth getting lost in alcohol, drugs, and meaningless sex. Gregory was the hardest to judge. Exterior like Nate; dark, tattooed, bad boy through and through. He was a
computer genius. A hacker. Not as quiet as Ian, but a guy who didn't care about unnecessary words. He had the most tattoos of the guys, and if my Internet research didn’t mislead me, some of the tattoos indicated a connection to the Bratva. It wouldn't surprise me if he belonged to the Russian mob. There was something dark about him he did not try to hide. An aura of aggression surrounded him.

  As for Kent, I didn’t know how much of my assessment of him was based on my knowledge of human nature or on my wishful thinking. He seemed to be really interested in me. He was protective, possessive and pathologically jealous. Kent was also a wonderful lover who was always eager to make me feel good. And he had a humorous side to him he rarely showed. The court had sentenced me to community service in a nursing home. In the beginning, Kent always drove me to work and picked me up when my shift finished. But after a week, he’d started to keep me company at work and he was good with the old people. The old ladies ate out of his hand and the old men loved to play chess with him or tell him about their wild youth. Could it be possible that Kent, my tormentor, had a heart? Did he feel more for me? The bullying at school had stopped since the party, and even though I had no friends apart from Bonnie, at least I was no longer the victim of ridicule and harassment. A few times I tried to talk to Kent, ask him if my punishment was over. I wanted to know what this between us really was. But each time I chickened out, for fear I would not like the answer. Instead, I lived in this dream I didn't want to wake up from. I no longer felt the need to hurt myself, and I rarely put my finger in my mouth anymore.

  The door opened and ripped me out of my thoughts. My heart beat faster as Kent entered the room, closing the door behind him.

  "Hey, Abbygirl. Did you miss me?"

  "No. Never," I replied, but I was sure my gaze would prove my statement wrong.

  Kent stalked closer.

  "You are a terrible liar," he said, placing his arms on my bed and leaning over me. "And I'm gonna prove to you what a liar you are!"

  He climbed on the bed and kneeled between my legs, pushing them further apart. I wore a knee-length skirt that had already slipped up to the middle of my thighs. Kent grabbed my waist and pulled me down from my sitting position until I came to lie flat on my back. Then he pushed the skirt up until it was bulging around my waist.

  "Hmmm," said Kent, looking at me between my legs. "Either you suffer from incontinence or you missed me very much, Abbygirl. – Shall I find out?"

  With a jerk, he had torn my panties off my body.

  "Ahhhh, Abbygirl, you're soaked. Did you have dirty thoughts about me before I came?"

  "No."

  "I don't believe a word you say. Should I punish you for lying to your master? Shall I take you to the brink and leave you hanging again and again?"

  "No, please. Please don't – Sir."

  "You think you deserve to be pleasured, to cum, huh?"

  "I'll be good. Please. I promise."

  Kent smiled at me. A lustful glint stood written in his eyes. He let his index finger flick against my clit and I moaned.

  "No, Pet. You have to earn your orgasm. Get out of bed and get down on your knees."

  I rushed to do what he told me. I crawled off the bed and kneeled in front of it. Kent sat on the edge of the bed, so I sat in between his long legs. He was still fully clothed, but his hard cock strained against his jeans. He unbuckled his belt, then his zipper, and took out his hard shaft. My pussy pulsed longingly as I watched him stroke his cock up and down.

  "Back a little," he ordered, and I crawled backwards. Kent got up and stood in front of me. His hand reached into my hair. "Open your mouth, Pet."

  Kent

  My hand firmly buried in Abby's hair, I fucked her mouth in slow, deep thrusts. She looked up at me from her beautiful dark eyes.

  "You like that, Abbygirl? My dick deep in your throat, hmm?"

  "Hmmmm," she replied, unable to form words with my cock in her mouth. I groaned as the sounds made her throat vibrate.

  "Fuck. You're killing me, Abbygirl."

  I pulled my cock out of her mouth and teased her by rubbing the crown of my dick over her lips without giving her what she wanted. She sulked, and I laughed.

  "Ask me, Abbygirl. What do you want, huh?"

  "You, Kent. I want your cock. Please?"

  "Are you mine, Abbygirl?" I asked, my heart beating wildly.

  "Yes, I'm yours. I – I love you!"

  Bingo! I won. Why did everything inside me resist that this was the end? Why did my conscience stir like a beast inside me? I stared into Abby's eyes. Eyes so full of trust and devotion. At that moment, I made a decision. I could not and would not give up this girl. I didn’t want to destroy her. We still only knew Beth's version of what really happened in the locker room. The longer I was with Abby, the less likely it seemed to me that she had actually done what she was accused of. I would have to talk to the boys. I would convince them to stop this insanity. Even if Abby was guilty, she had suffered more than enough. And I couldn't bear the thought of losing her. It was time for me to admit the truth to myself. I loved this girl. Hell, I was completely and irrevocably in love with her. I fucked her mouth hard, and Abby took everything I gave her. She was so fucking perfect. She was everything to me I never knew I wanted.

  "Abbygirl," I gasped as I poured into her mouth. "I love you too, baby."

  I called the KINGS, including Beth, for a meeting. Abby was in the nursing home and would not be off for two more hours. We sat in Beth's lounge and after everyone was provided with drinks; I sat down.

  "I suppose the video is the reason for our meeting?" asked Nate.

  I nodded.

  "You did it, man. Congratulations. We still have to cut it to the crucial scene because it's too long to send via WhatsApp."

  "I want the video destroyed," I said. "All videos. Abby is... I love her."

  Gregory laughed and Nate grinned.

  "You can't be serious," hissed Beth, staring at me with murder in her eyes. She turned to Nate. "Tell me you're not buying into this nonsense, Nate. I deserve my revenge!"

  Nate shrugged.

  "Abby has suffered enough," he said. "And Kent loves her."

  "Loves her?" shrieked Beth furiously and jumped up off the sofa. "Why does that little slut always get everything she wants? Ever since we were kids, she's always had everyone on her side. I tried everything to get her into trouble. I even killed my own kitten to get her into trouble, but of course that didn't help. She just got more attention for it. And now everything is exactly the same again. I cut my own damn cheek, so she finally gets what she..."

  "You did WHAT?" Nate and I yelled at the same time.

  Beth flinched when she realized her mistake.

  "You cut yourself to blame her?" I growled, struggling to control my anger.

  "No! Of course not," Beth cried, giving Nate a panicked look. "That was a slip of the tongue. I meant, that she cut my cheek..."

  That’s as far as she got, because I had my hands closed around her throat, ready to strangle her for the shit she’d done. Abby hadn’t lied. She’d told the truth. All this time we had been terrorizing her because we thought she hurt Beth when she was innocent all along. We had planned to let the video of Abby and me go around the school to humiliate her. If I hadn't fallen so hopelessly in love with her, I would have irretrievably destroyed the best thing that ever happened to me. I was so angry that I no longer knew what I was doing. It was only when two pairs of hands separated me from Beth that I realized I was about to kill her. Beth collapsed and coughed. Nate helped her, but he was devoid of emotions. I knew that this was the end for them.

  "You can let me go," I growled, and Ian and Gregory let me go.

  "The videos," I said. "...I want them destroyed."

  "Of course," Nate replied.

  "No," screamed Beth. "She deserves it! The evil slut deserves it! Can't you see? She steals everything from me. It's what she's always done. She must always have what I have and more. She is..."


  "SHUT UP!" Nate yelled so loud, we all flinched. Nate rarely lost his cool, but when he did, the shit hit the fan. Beth stared at him in shock. "You'll leave her alone, or I swear to God you'll regret it. Do! You! Understand! Me?"

  Beth nodded.

  "I can't hear you!"

  "YES!" cried Beth, clenching her hands in fists.

  "I warn you," I said, bending down to her. "Next time I'll make sure there's nobody around to stop me from snapping your neck."

  Abby

  Kent pulled me into his arms and kissed me fiercely after I left the grounds of the nursing home. When he let go of me, I was out of breath and I laughed, shaking my head.

  "What was that? Did you win the lottery? Or what happened to you to make you so – enthusiastic?"

  Kent grinned.

  "I realized something."

  "What?" I asked skeptically.

  "That you are the best thing that has ever happened to me," he said, pulling me towards him. "That you are mine." He kissed my forehead. "That I cannot live without you." He kissed my nose. "And that I will go mad if I am not inside you in three seconds flat."

  He dragged me with him and pushed me into a dark alley behind a container. Then he pressed me against the wall and kissed me as if there was no tomorrow. I returned his kiss with the same urgency. Kent pushed up my skirt and let his hand slide under my panties to ram two fingers into my narrow channel. I moaned loudly and bit his shoulder to suppress the sound. Kent fingered me hard and fast until I exploded. I felt Kent fumbling around between us as he released his cock. He lifted me up and my legs wrapped around his middle, then he was already inside me. He fucked me hard against the wall and I didn't care if the rough wall chafed my blouse or if someone came around the corner and caught us. All I could think of was Kent's thick hard length inside of me and the climax that seemed within reach.