Bruised Ego Pt 2
Henry has always been proud of his ability to stay calm and still wear a smiling face even when he is brimming with anger inside. It gives his enemies a false sense of security, letting them think they will be safe even though they have chosen to cross him.
It's was one of the first thing his father thought him as soon as he was old enough to understand.
His father always say; "Never let yourself get too carried away with your emotions, enough for your enemies to see how you feel; it's the easiest way to get yourself killed."
The statement has always been a mantra that he kept repeating to himself over and over again until it completely took over his actions and behavior. And now he could be thinking one thing while his expression is saying something different entirely. But there are times like now; when some annoying cockroach like that May almost make him slip his control. He really dislike her and its high time he teach her not to mess with him again.
"Somebody really needs to show the ice princess a good time, so she will loosen up a bit", He jokes to cover up his annoyance and the guys just cracks up.
"You're right man she needs the special kind of blessing, that only the master can give her." One of the guys at the table whose he had forgotten pips in; causing another roar of laughter.
He knows the guy is trying to impress him by referring to him as "the master" and normally he would've acknowledged him; and crack some more jokes to keep the discussion flowing but he had lost his good mood as soon as that bitch opened her mouth. She is so tiny that he could easily squash her in his hands but she's got a surprisingly big mouth and a lousy attitude to match.
And her feisty attitude would've attracted him if he wasn't the object of her ridicule.
He decided to leave school right after the lunch break instead of going back to class but he doesn't want to go home because he is still too angry; and he needed to vent off his anger.
And there is only one place he could vent his anger away from the public eye, so instead of going back home; he turn in the opposite direction and drove for a few minutes before stopping in front of a small flat apartment.
He parked his car, walked the short distance to the front door and unlock the door with the key he had earlier retrieved from the floor carpet of his car.
The apartment doesn't exactly look glamorous from the outside but the inside is clean and tastefully furnished to soothe his lavish taste. He walked in and sit down on one of the couch in the room.
"Hey, baby," an older woman with a really sexy body called out to him as she walks into the living room.
"Hey," he answered curtly without looking at her.
She walked to where he is sitting and tried to take him into her arms but he pushed her hands off before they touched him. And Instead he wrapped his strong hands around her neck, squeezing hard until she starts wheezing and making strange chocking sounds.
"Don't ever try to touch me with your filthy hands without permission again," he sneered at her with a murderous look on his face.
"Do you understand me?" He asked and she could only nod because she can barely breathe.
Satisfied that she understood him, he squeezed some more before finally releasing her; and she fell on the hard floor with a loud thump holding her neck.
She is probably going to have a mild concussion and a bruised arm; judging from the way she landed on her side with her arm twisted at wrong angle, and her head hitting the hard floor. But she couldn't stay down too long for fear of involking more of his wrath because she knows how much he hates sluggishness.
So despite feeling light headed and close to fainting, she force herself to a sitting position while taking care not to move too fast. She kept her head down for awhile and try to slowly drag air into her perched lungs.
When she finally feels a little less likely to faint, she raised her head to look at him and wonder what got him so angry because he is still kinda wearing a crazed look on his face.
Almost squeezing the life out of the old bitch felt good and Henry could feel himself starting to calm down. And now as he caught her watching him, he starts to feel an entirely different stirring aside from anger.
"Stand up and move closer doll," he commanded, waving his hand for her to come to him.
He could almost taste the fear on her face and it fills him with a thrill that completely calm his body of the anger he was feeling before, replacing it with a different kind of excitement.
She is older and used to be a maid in his family home until his mother caught her giving him one his best oral experience of his sexual life and fired her, he was barely 18.
His father has always been an unapologetic womanizer, who sleeps with different woman almost every day but despite his many exploits, he had only managed to score once with his mother and his legal wife; which resulted into him.
The maids and other workers working for his father treats him like a prince. And there was nothing that he wants that he doesn't get.
Anne is older than him by 7 years but at 27, she was the youngest amongst their maids. He started noticing her when he was 16, she is cute with big boobs and attractive ass. And he remembered stroking himself hard to the thought of her naked body to get his first orgasm.
She would usually do things like loosen a few buttons exposing her cleavage to him anytime his parents were out of town and she was serving his food or sometimes she'd wear a really short skirt that expose most of her thighs to him.
He knew that his body reacts in a certain way anytime she does that; but he still didn't really understand what she was doing to him until the evening before his 17th birthday.
His parents was gone as usual and he was very excited and looking forward to his birthday; so he invited some of his friends for a sleepover. They played action games, smoked weed and watched some porn videos his friends brought over.
They were all fully lit by the end of day and he had to drag himself to his room leaving his friends to slug it out in the living room.
He was so high that he didn't notice the figure lying on his bed until he tried to fall face first on his bed and felt the smooth soft skin of a woman. At first he was too stunned to move, but his body came alive as soon she started touching him; first on his chest and then she put her hand on his manhood stroking him through his trouser. Then his whole came alive and it was wilder than any fantasy he ever had of her.
He lost his virginity that night and they continued sleeping together anywhere and every chance they got until his mother caught them and fired her.
He was already sleeping with other girls at the time but he still like the idea of coming home to her experienced and capable hands. He couldn't just let her walk away, so he got her the little apartment outside the city. And anytime he needs to vent his anger or just in need of an old mound, he could always count on her to give him both.
She is looking at him now with doleful a expression as she walks to where he is still sitting.
"Come on doll, don't look at me like that," you know you love it when I get rough.
He grabbed her by the hand, had her back turned to him; then he tore her skirt and underwear and proceed to have his way with her.
Anne could still feel the effect of his choke on her neck but now she could also feel her body responding to his rough handling; he was right, she loves it when he's rough. She knows its not normal because the way he treats her sometimes is inhumane and hurtful, but her traitorous body still responds to him all the same.
And maybe she deserved it, after all she seduced and started having sex with him while he was still underage. It feels like she is getting punished for sins.