Owning a Dominant Bitch (By: Rebelman)

Chapter 9

       I sat quietly in the back seat of the limo lost in my own thoughts. Getting out of the club hadn’t been nearly the problem I was thinking it would be. One call from my cell to Smitty and everyone cleared a path. He asked no questions as Wendy walked past him with the words ‘SLUT’ and ‘WHORE’ clearly visible on her tits under the wet t-shirt. The crowd parted as he lead the way and I followed behind the two, trying to watch my back as we headed toward the door. Katy saw us and pushed her way through to join our procession.

“What the fuck!” she gasped as she saw Wendy’s condition. She finally realized there was cum dripping from her face and turned to me. I sheepishly returned her stare.

“I can explain,” I started and then fell silent. I felt like it was weak, being tonight was prom and Katy was my date. How do you explain your cum on another girl’s face? I had never thought of her as the jealous type but right then I could feel her disappointment and I felt trapped.

“Well?” Katy snapped bringing me out of my haze. She looked expectantly at me as the limo continued on the road back to our town. When I didn’t answer right away she gave me the eyebrow and I sighed before telling her the story.

She interrupted me a few times to clarify, but basically sat quietly as I relayed the events in the bathroom. I stammered a few times when it came to the part where Wendy had begged me to cum on her face. I guess I was embarrassed by the fact that I hadn’t put up a fight or even tried to talk her out of it.

When I finished Katy sat back on her side of the seat and pondered the situation. I was again contemplating how such a well-planned night had gone to shit with me as the main ingredient. My ribs still hurt and, now that the adrenalin had worn off, I was getting sharp pains with each breath.

“You did what you had to do,” Katy said finally, “I can’t think of any other way you could have handled it given the circumstances.”

“Thank you,” I said meekly, “Katy, I’m sorry it…” She stopped me in mid-sentence with her hand.

“Doesn’t mean I’m over it,” she said quickly. I shut up, just like Smitty had coached me to do in these situations.

*****

The next morning I felt as if my head would explode. It was noon before I finally made it down to the kitchen where my parents were already having lunch. Mom fixed me a plate and after sitting it down in front of me I realized they were both staring.

“What?” I finally asked.

“Do you have something to tell us?” my Dad said. I froze and I’m sure the blood drained from my face.

“Ummm, like what?” I stalled. Actually, I had no idea what part of my life they had discovered or how bad it was.

“The bruise on your face,” my Mom chimed in, “Did you get in a fight last night?”

I reached up and could feel the slight lump on my left cheek bone.

“And you’re breathing funny,” my Dad said, “What happened? Were you fighting?”

I was a little stunned and hadn’t expected to be interrogated so soon after waking up. I really didn’t want to lie to my parents so I told them as much of the truth as I could.

“I was protecting a girl from some guys at the teen club we went to last night. One of them was really big and ruffed roughed me up a bit. I’m ok though.”

“What did we tell you about fighting?!” my Dad yelled, “I thought we had this conversation the last time you got in trouble at school.”

“We did, but this is different, it wasn’t my fault!” I tried to tell him.