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Taming a Brat Ch. 8
Olivia
I had put the same dress back on and wished I had something clean to wear. I felt out of place but Owen didn't seem to notice. I had also changed the dressing on my scratched cheek, being careful to avoid pulling the steri-strips off.
I leaned against the counter and asked Owen what it was he wanted to talk about. I was slightly nervous as I had no inkling of what it was he wanted to discuss. I figured it was something regarding our novel dynamic but was afraid it was something else. Like me needing to go home and stay there or maybe he thought this whole thing was a terrible idea.
"First, how is your back feeling? Do you need another pill?"
"It's a lot better today, and I think I'm good on another one of those things."
He nodded solemnly and seemed to disappear, although he was sitting right in front of me. His face distorted and his eyes looked so far away.
"I discovered I was a dom as an older teen. Eighteen or around that age anyhow." He paused to take a sip of his coffee and I frowned, not understanding yet. "Jody was about the same age, a couple of years younger maybe. I can't remember the trivial details, but the gist of it remains burned into my memory. I met her in the youth group at the church my mother made me attend. She was sweet and shy and very blonde. I've always liked blonde hair. I recall staying up more nights than I can count, thinking of her hair and if she matched downstairs." He paused again, staring off out the back window. I looked too and saw nothing.
"At the same time, there was also Amy. A redheaded little vixen that didn't have a shy bone in her body. I met her in school and she wanted me from the moment we locked eyes. Everything about her told me, from the way she flirted to the way she started to dress around me. She threw herself at me and it was a turnoff I will admit. I wanted nothing to do with her. But one night I concocted a plan in my disturbed mind. I decided that if I couldn't have little virgin Jody, I would hurt Amy. And somehow that made me feel better. For the first time, I became excited to see her the next day at school. And when I did, I told her to meet me at this motel down the road from my house long after school was out. It was in town, but discreet enough, just on the outskirts.
"So, I showed up a few hours early, nervous as hell and sweating bullets. I paced back and forth, practicing over and over in my mind's eye what I'd do to her. But when she got there, nothing went according to plan. I went on auto-pilot so to speak and everything just happened the way it did. Maybe it was supposed to, maybe it was a huge mistake. But I learned what I was that day, that's for sure. When she arrived, she was all done up and wreaked of perfume. I didn't care what she looked like, as long as I could get my hands on her. I grabbed her up by the hair and threw her face down on the bed, where I ripped up her skirt and spanked her until her ass was raw and bleeding. She screamed for me to stop, but I didn't. At first, it seemed like she was kind of into it, but it soon turned out she wasn't at all. All I cared about was feeding the beast inside of me, the sadist in me if you will. But I didn't know the word for it then.
"Needless to say, the night ended with me in jail and Jody bailing me out. Before I was bailed out, I was held in a cell with a few other guys. One of them wanted to know what I was in for and I told him. He laughed and called me a sadist. I had never heard the term before which made the guy laugh some more. He explained what it was and I remember getting the chills because I fit the bill. I got angry with the guy, telling him to shut up but knew he was right. I ended up calling Jody, I couldn't call my own mother for fear she would just let me rot in there. Jody had some money saved up from babysitting and I promised her I'd pay her back every cent and more for what she did. But I didn't deserve it. I wanted to do exactly what I did to Amy to Jody, if not worse. The only difference was that I actually wanted to fuck Jody too.
"That night, she let me stay at her place while her parents were out of town. That way I could tell my mother I had been out late and crashed at a friend's. We chatted awkwardly for a bit until she came right out and asked me what I had done to Amy and why. It was nearly impossible for me to admit myself to her, but for some reason I did. I told her every last bit of it and she hardly blinked, not saying a word. When I had finished, she stood and took my hand, leading me upstairs to her room. 'I want you to be my first, Owen. And you can hurt me if you want, just not too bad okay?' she had whispered in my ear. I'll never forget those words because I took complete advantage of them. I kissed her roughly, twining my hands through her hair and pulling as gently as I could manage. But I lost control and threw her on the bed, spanking her until she cried and pleaded for me to stop." Owen looked down as if mortified to tell this part. I felt some of his embarrassment and bit my lower lip, not being able to resist being turned on at the same time.
"You don't have to continue, Owen. I would understand if-"
"No. I have to. I... felt like I raped her. Afterward, she insisted I didn't. But I took her virginity like it was nothing like it wasn't something to be cherished. I slapped her bare breasts until they were raw and red while I penetrated her, giving her no warning." He put his hands over his face and sighed deeply. "Her mother saw of course, while she was getting dressed the next morning and demanded to know who had defiled and beat her daughter. She lied for me. If she hadn't, I'd have been thrown right back in jail and probably for a long time. I wanted to thank her, show her a better time, and treat her like she deserved. But she wasn't at school the next day or the next. Her mother took her out of school and moved somewhere far away, telling nobody where they were going. I tried to track her down but had no success. I've even tried in the past few years to locate her on the internet and such, but there's nothing. She's a ghost that will always haunt me.
"Then there's..." He trailed off, staring off again and looking even more troubled than before. "Rachel," he whispered her name. "She was my first official submissive. She was also a little, but I think it was more of a coping mechanism. After Jody, I went years without touching another girl. It wasn't until I ran into Samuel at an underground kink club. He ran the club and was a dom and sadist himself. He had several subs and lots of money. He was and is my mentor. He taught me how to control my urges and how to control the darkness in me. It wasn't about suffocating and hiding it, it was about willpower and self-control. He also taught me business, loaned me college tuition, and let me live with him while I finished school. I had several subs while living with Samuel. That taught me how to balance work and pleasure. Although, I didn't keep any of them longer than a year until I met Rachel.
"I had just started the West House and she was one of the first girls I found destitute and addicted to drugs. I took her in, having my own place at that time and a college degree, which I put to use in any and every way I could. I was gaining a foothold in the world of business and success was on the rise. She was like a project for a while, until I fell in love with her. When I made her mine, I collared her in her favorite colors, purple and red. But I still hadn't fucked her. I don't know if it was the fact she was a little, or that I almost thought of her as a daughter. But, it took a long time for me to cross that line and when I did... it just didn't exactly work. It felt wrong and she didn't like pain. I couldn't get off without it, so I took sex off the table for good." Owen sighed again and took a liberal sip of coffee.
My back was starting to kill me, but I didn't want to interrupt him, as I was enthralled by his story. He seemed to sense it and asked if I was okay.
"I don't mean to interrupt you, but do you have a big t-shirt I could throw on or something? I feel ridiculous wearing this."
"But it looks so good." He winked and stood, heading upstairs. I walked over to the table and sat across from where he was sitting, sipping my own coffee, now cold.
Owen appeared around the corner with a huge t-shirt and I threw it on over my dress, shimmying out of it, folding it, and setting it on the chair next to me.
"That looks good on you." He half smiled, but there was a pain in his eyes and it killed me.
"Thanks, I like it. Continue, I won't interrupt again."
"It's fine, I'm glad you're comfortable now. Anyways, Rachel and I shared many pleasant years together, five years to be exact. And in that time, I grew extremely attached to her and her to me. I moved houses since then, about six years ago, but it took me months to take down her room. She had a teen-like room, her favorite posters plastered to the walls, and plenty of coloring books. She was happy for the first time in her life, and so was I. Until I killed her."
He put his face in his hands and choked on a sob. I couldn't even imagine a man like Owen crying, so I stayed put, frozen in place. After a couple of minutes of silence aside from his hitching breaths, he raised his head again. If he looked haunted before, now he looked devastated.
"I have these dreams sometimes where I can see the future, so to speak. I had one of these dreams the night before she died. I saw her being killed in a car crash, my car. I ignored it and took her with me anyways. I had a work trip in Ontario and didn't want her to stay home alone. So, I had her pack a bag, and off we went. We didn't even make it to the airport. I made it out unscathed, with a bump on my head and a few scratches. But Rachel... she didn't make it." He slammed his fist against the table and I jumped so that I almost fell off my chair. "I shouldn't have taken her with me. I should have listened to my intuition and my gut.
"So you see, every woman I've ever touched or been with, I have hurt. You've been burned so many times, why would I want the same for you?" he whispered gruffly, his voice thick with emotion.
"Owen." I shook my head back and forth slowly. "You didn't hurt Rachel, you saved her. And due to an unfortunate series of events, she was taken from you too soon. No one listens to their gut feelings, if we all did that we'd all be living our best lives. You did your best in shitty situations." I steepled my fingers and placed my chin at the tips of my fingers, staring into his far-off gaze.
"And what shitty situations would warrant abuse?"
