Tengen's Little Princess

Chapter 3

The silent treatment.
Never before had you stooped so low, been so petty. But he hurt your feelings by yelling at you, and this was how you were gonna get back at him.
After ignoring him for two days, he caught on and started to ignore you too. At least, that's what it felt like. But really, he was dying. His nightly routine had gotten worse and worse, a few more pairs of your panties had gone missing, and he was losing his self control more and more for every day you ignored him. And then you pulled this.
"Where do you think you're going dressed like that?" He demanded on Friday night.
Indeed, you'd put on your shortest black dress, done up your hair, and put on red lipstick to really piss him off.
"What? Am I not flashy enough?"
"Where. Are. You. Going."
"The football team is throwing a party to fundraise. I'm going with my friends."
"Not dressed like that, you're not."
"You're not my dad, chill out and let me have some fun. I'll be back by curfew."
You left before he could argue further.

****

This was a bad idea.
You didn't think the party would be like this. The quarterback apparently had an older brother in college, who brought booze to the event, and now your friend was off making out with one of the drunk football players. Which left you alone in the corner.
You sipped on your drink, not really enjoying the taste but enjoying the buzz it gave you. You had unintentionally gained the most attention, as usual, and many boys were trying to get you to loosen up. Until one came along.
He was a college boy, you could tell just by looking at him. His pink hair and piercings were unmistakeable. He leaned on the counter beside you and smiled, looking you up and down. "Hey," he breathed. "What's a pretty thing like you doin' all alone?"
You held your drink a bit tighter. "I'm waiting on my friend."
"Are you now? Your friend doesn't happen to be a guy, right?"
"No..."
"I'm Akaza. Nice to meet you."
You returned his greeting, giving him your name.
"Pretty name for a pretty girl," he breathed. "You got a boyfriend?"
"No, but I—"
"Hush now. You and me can have some fun. C'mon, don't you wanna be kissed by a college boy?"
You knew your brother would kill you if anything happened to you tonight... which is why you found yourself straddling Akaza's lap on the couch not even 20 minutes later, your lips glued to his as you two made out for everyone to see. It started out as a way to get back at Tengen, a way to show him you're not a little girl anymore, but now you were thoroughly enjoying yourself.
     Akaza pulled away panting, a smile on his face as his hands found your hips. "Wanna take this upstairs?" he asked, eyes running up and down your body.
     "Okay," you agreed, too caught up in the kisses to really know what you were agreeing to.
     He smirked before picking you up and carrying you upstairs. He found an empty room, locked the door behind you, before dumping you on the bed. And as soon as your back hit the mattress, you came to your senses. "W-wait," you said, sitting up on your elbows.
     "What's the matter?" he asked, running his hands up your sides gently. "Nervous?"
     "I've never um... never been with a guy before. I dunno if I'm ready."
     A flicker of something flashed behind his eyes before he recovered, plastering on that fake smile. "Well you got me all worked up downstairs, doll. Don't leave me hangin' here."
     "I-I don't want to be mean, but—"
     "If you're not gonna let me fuck you, at least suck my dick," he sighed, annoyed. "I hate girls like you, who get me all excited and then leave me with blue balls. Not tonight."
     All you managed was a squeak as he changed your positions, putting you on the floor between his parted legs. He unbuckled his belt, glaring down at you.
     "C'mon, get to work," he grumbled, pulling his jeans and boxers down just enough. Your eyes widened, seeing him so bare. You'd never been in this position before, how could you know what to expect? "And show me those pretty tits too," he demanded, tangling his hand in your hair.
     You had no choice but to obey, hesitantly licking up his veiny shaft, earning a low moan from him. But he quickly took over, pushing you down onto his length and thrusting his hips shallowly. In the back of your mind, you were happy he took control, because you didn't have to let your inexperience show.
     He used your throat with no remorse, moaning and undoing your hair to grip the loose strands better. Mascara ran down your cheeks, your lipstick smudged onto his dick, but that only seemed to turn him on more. The man didn't even last five minutes before cumming down your throat, moaning and pulling your hair hard enough for it to hurt. And once you swallowed, he pulled away and panted, staring down at you as you wiped your eyes. "See?" he huffed. "That wasn't so bad. Now go clean up in the bathroom or something, slut. I don't wanna look at you anymore."
     You stood up on shaky legs and sniffled, nodding and scurrying off. Luckily the upstairs bathroom was unoccupied, but once you saw your face in the mirror, real tears poured down your cheeks. That wasn't fun... that wasn't what you thought it would be.
     As you sniffled and cried, you cleaned up your smudged makeup and hair before leaving the party entirely. Standing on the front lawn, shoes in your hand, you pulled out your phone, and called the one person you should've listened to in the first place.
     "Tengen?" you sniffled the second your brother answered the phone. "Can you come pick me up?"
     "Jesus, you sound terrible," he answered, already putting on his shoes. "What happened?"
     "I don't wanna talk about it right now," you mumbled. "Just come get me please."
     "Are you hurt?"
     "Not exactly."
     "Did someone touch you?"
     "Kinda."
     "I'm on my way."
     He hung up, and you sat on the grass waiting for him. When he arrived, you got in the car faster than he could get out, buckling up and throwing your shoes in the backseat. He looked you over before driving away.
     "We don't have to talk tonight," he said after a moment of silence, "but we will talk tomorrow. Deal?"
     "Deal."
     He drove you home in silence, and once you got home, you didn't say a word. All you could manage to do was get yourself upstairs, into shorts and a shirt, and into bed for the night, passing out almost immediately from the exhaustion that finally hit you... little did you know that your big brother watched over you all night long.