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Chapter.06 BadGirl(PT.3)

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Kayla knew it was a little bit of a hike to get to his house, but she did not care. She was a woman on a mission. Several cars slowed down and asked her if she needed a ride. All men, of course. She politely thanked them and said no. One car with two guys, one white and one Mexican, would not leave her alone. They followed her for a while. She started to think this was a bad idea. She had not even grabbed a jacket. She folded her arms in front of her again and told them to leave her the fuck alone or she would call the cops. They followed her a little bit longer, daring her, so she got out her cell phone and pretended to dial. They eventually drove off.

When she reached his house, she stopped briefly to catch her breath. This is it, she thought. No turning back now. She was just about to knock on the door when he opened it, wearing nothing but his dark jeans, unbuttoned, and a shocked look on his face, an unlit cigarette between his lips. He obviously did not even know she was there. He had just come out to have a quick smoke, and there she was, as he almost ran into her. She was lucky that his eyes had adjusted quickly because he was about one second from swinging at the intruding figure on his doorstep. But when he looked down and saw her standing there shivering in that FUCKING DAMN dress, he almost lost his shit.

"What the fuck are you doing?!" He asked her, this time his voice raised much higher than it was on the dance floor.

"I, I...um," words seemed to stick in her throat. When she first saw him, there was shock in his face, which was very quickly replaced with anger. Pure anger. His hands were balled into a fists. His breath became shallow and quick.

Before she could stutter any further, Alexandria came to the door. She had his white polo shirt on and panties. Her hair was sticking in different directions. He never took his eyes off Kayla. She stared at the woman longer. 'Of course,' she mentally scolded herself. Of course, he would not be alone tonight.

"What's she doing here?" she asked. They both ignored her. After a moment, Kayla knew she would have to forfeit. She felt like a fool. He always seemed to make her feel that way.

"I'm sorry. I am leaving right now. I'm so stupid," she muttered. As soon as she could turn around, she felt herself being lifted off the ground and hauled into his house. Her short dress rose up above her butt cheeks. She screeched and went to pull it down, but not with much luck.

Alexandria started protesting immediately.

"What the hell?!" she said. "What the fuck are you doing?!"

He dropped Kayla on the couch with a thud. Her whole body shook as she landed not so gracefully. "Owww, MT! What the--," she started, but the look he gave her silenced her immediately. He then turned to Alexandria. She had this crazy look in her eyes. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" she screeched at him. He stared at her for a few more seconds, then went to his bedroom. Alexandria and Kayla both looked down the hallway at him like he had lost his damn mind.

When he emerged from the back, he had all of Alexandria's clothes and purse in hand. He shoved them at her. She stood there a minute, dumbfounded. He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to calm his temper. "Alexandria," he finally said, "I need you to leave. I will call you tomorrow, but I need you to leave for now, okay?"

She did not say another word. She was silently throwing daggers at him with her eyes. She pulled off his polo shirt and stood there topless in front of both of them. Kayla looked down, but Michael stared at Alexandria's face and tapped his foot for her to hurry up. She pulled on her tight black dress and slammed the door on her way out.

For a brief moment, Kayla was glad she was gone, until he turned around and looked at her. Then fear started prickling her spine again. He turned his back to her and put his hands behind his head. She could not be sure, but she swore he was counting backwards from 10.

When he hit 0, he turned back around. His eyes were a little calmer, but still showed he was pissed.

"What are you doing here?" he asked calmly.

"I wanted to see you," Kayla admitted quietly.

"She wanted to see me," he repeated to himself.

"Okay, grab your keys. I am taking you home. I'll drive behind you since I'm going to have a little talk with the Admiral," he said, as he was looking for his keys, also.

"I don't have my keys. I didn't drive," Kayla said.

He looked up at her and then walked over to the window. "Who dropped you off?"

"No one, I... I uh, walked here."

He stood staring at her for a long time. She could swear he did not move an inch. The only movement she could detect was the throbbing of the veins in his neck.

"You walked from your house to my house in that fucking dress?" he asked incredulously, through clenched teeth. Kayla was scared to say yes, but she slightly nodded her head.

Then he exploded. "You FUCKING walked all the way here in that fucking dress?!!" he screamed at her again. "Goddamnit, Kayla, motherfucker!!'

She jumped back on the couch. She was scared, but she was not going to let him talk to her like that. Her own father did not talk to her that way and he damn sure was not her daddy.

"Who the hell do you think you're talking to?" she said a little more shakily than she wanted. "I don't have to answer to you. You're not my damn father," she yelled right back, raising her voice to match his level.

That was it. He knew at this moment he had lost his mind. He could see himself doing it, and he could not stop. He was about to teach this spoiled little piece of hot ass a lesson. He grabbed her and pulled her down on the couch with him. He pulled her over his lap and lifted her barely there dress to her waist.

Kayla tried to sit up, but he pushed her head back down. The knot tied in the back of her halter dress had come undone and her tits were almost hanging out. He could not see them, but she could feel her bare nipple rubbing up against his jeans. But his focus was on her ass. This was part of his torture. She had on a black thong. He gently rubbed his hand over her two smooth brown globes before he smacked the hell out of her ass. It made a loud crack in the quiet house.

Kayla jumped with the first spank. "Ah...No!" she screamed at him, but he was not listening. He was too far gone. He continued to wear her ass out. The caramel flesh was turning red in some parts. She had been screaming for him to stop but he noticed her screaming turned into a light moan. She quit struggling against him. He continued to assault her young ass with his stinging blows. After the last smack, he dropped her to the ground and leaned back against the couch, calming his breathing. She slowly got to her knees and began rubbing her butt trying to stop the fiery feeling that was painfully creeping up her backside. Tears were streaming down her face. She could not stop those either. She was trying to pull her top up but could not stop wiping her face.

He felt like an asshole for making her cry, but he tried to convince himself he was just trying to teach her a lesson she would not forget. When he heard her sniffing, it was like a swift kick to his gut. He did not mean to get that carried away. His hand was bruised, so he knew he had hurt her. Well good, he thought. Maybe she will stay away from me now. She can do so much better. He looked up at the ceiling.

"Kayla, please grab my keys and go wait for me in the car."

She did not look at him, but she quickly and quietly got his keys and went out the door. He continued to stare up at the ceiling. He had three months until she left for college. Damn, this was going to be a long summer.

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