My Poisonous Girl.

"I want to bludgeon her to death," she said glaring at the object of her wrath on a computer screen, "Just take a giant rock and..."

It was surprising. Not that she harboured intense detestation for someone but that she wanted to bludgeon them. I'd have thought she'd use a gun, or a charm. Tiny, dainty little girl should probably murder with guns and not rocks.

I told her as much.

"What about you then?" She asked scoffing, clearly annoyed that I told her she'd fail at bludgeoning, "You're big and strong, would you bludgeon people to death?"

I hadn't really thought about how I might kill someone but I did still already know my answer.

"No, never," I told her, "If I wanted to kill someone, I'd poison them."

"Why?" She asked still in the tone of annoyance, "Seems cowardly. Like you don't have the balls to actually do it."

She shot to kill. That one. More sadistic than she realized, I think. Like pretty girls who know it are sadistic, I suppose. The ones who know they can string you along and make you agree with them just because you like it so much when they are nice to you and it feels so horrible when they are mean. I liked it when she was mean, though, and she knew that.

"Aren't you a little bitch today," I smiled at her.

She smiled back.

But she was right. I don't actually have the balls to bludgeon someone. Or shoot them even. I'm not a violent person and even envisioning violence like that makes me a little sick. If it's perpetrated by me, at least.

"But seriously," she asked moving closer, "Why poison?"

"Once you're poisoned, you're under my control," I told her thinking about it for the first time ever, "If I tell you, you'd do anything to get me to stop it. Once poisoned, you can only be saved by the poisoner so you'd be subservient."

She laughed.

She moved onto my lap and her fingers intertwined themselves in my hair. With one swift yank she pulled me to her neck and immediately as I breathed her in, o forgot everything. My thoughts were replaced with the scent of coconut mixed with strawberry body butter. She always smelled amazing like that. Sometimes when she wasn't around I sniffed her clothes for traces of all those scents. Funny thing is that her moisturizer didn't smell as nice in the bottle. It was her skin that was magic. She had me mesmerized.

"I know you, you don't wanna poison anyone, you don't want anyone to be subservient to you," she said laughing again and holding me by my hair while she kissed my neck, "You want to be the poisoned. Not the poisoner."

I was going to respond but I sunk into silence as her teeth sunk into my neck.

She was right about that too. She'd know that better than anybody else because not only was she the poisoner, she was the poison too. I slipped one night and let her hold my hand and as a result I didn't know how to get up from my knees in front of her. She made me helpless.

"You know I really don't like it when you disagree with me," she said hovering around me while I sat on her bed willing myself to get up and leave, "I hate when you use your mouth for that."

She amused me. That I'll give her. No matter what, she always came up with something newer and something harder to resist.

"What would you rather I use my mouth for, darling?" I asked her, with confidence because I knew she was needy too.

I had no power with her except my mouth but at least I always knew she'd come crawling for that. For my mouth. She never could resist it. Every time I offered, she spread her legs before I could finish my sentence.

"Don't call me that," she said stepping right up to me and slapping me across my cheek.

Dainty little girl. Sometimes I wished I could hit myself for her because it felt so wrong to see her pretty delicate fingers doing things so crass and rough. But at other times I saw her face as she hit me. Her wild hair and her wild eyes so comfortable in the power. Comfortable like the insane who know it. She treated power like 8-year olds wield it over 6-year olds. She was petty and childlike with it.

"Come with me to the bathroom," she said pulling me by the wrist, "Come, I'll tell you what to do with your mouth there."

I figured we were going into the bathroom because her parents were home. We did that often. The bathroom was our closet. Once inside she seated herself onto the toilet and pulled me down between her legs. I could see her slender wrist out of the corner of my eye as she held me at a short distance from her cunt.

"I really don't like it when you use your mouth to disagree with me," she said rubbing herself over her panties, "It's really worse for you because now you can't use it for what you like to do."

I must have looked at her aghast because she laughed like she was really enjoying surprising me. As much as she enjoyed her magical power over me, she enjoyed my tongue in her pussy more. She must have known how much I enjoy it too.

She moved forward on the toilet and let her panties fall to the floor, around her ankles. We glanced down at them together.

"You know those panties have gotten really dirty," she said holding my face up by her nails dug into my chin, "Maybe you should use your mouth to clean them while I pee."

With anyone else I would have protested. Anyone. With her I worried that if I protested she'd make me beg for it too. In any case, I knew she knew just how much I wanted to do it. I just wished I couldn't feel it show in my eyes but I knew it did so sinking lower to put my tongue in her underwear was actually more desirable than letting her see me.

Besides I'd do anything to taste her. I wanted to hide because of some misplaced sense of shame but truly I just wanted to thank her. Thank her for letting me lick her out of her panties. Maybe it was magic but she tasted like honey, sunshine and bitch. I couldn't stop going back in for more; desperately trying to suck her entire cunt out of two inches of fabric.

"I think that is clean now," she said finishing up on the toilet, "That's a good use for your mouth, no?"

She laughed again and I focused my gaze onto the floor. Waiting for her to pull her panties back up so we could go outside and pretend we were just friends.

We sat there for what felt like eternity so I looked up to urge her to end this with my eyes. I looked up to see her smiling like she'd won something. She stroked my head as she looked around.

"Oh no," she said feigning disappointing, "I think we are out of toilet paper."

There were four rolls in the bathroom in my direct line of sight.

"I think your mouth is going to have to be the toilet paper too," she said smiling so sweetly.

I was taken aback. She was dirty but this was new even for her. I guess it didn't matter how far she'd go to humiliate me.

I looked at her for a long minute.

Perhaps urging her with my eyes.

"Do I need to teach you how toilet paper works?" She asked digging her nails into my ear lobe.

She pulled me forward and I just, went. Gliding straight into her because I'd do anything to taste her. Like clean her piss off her cunt. I know how this sounds but even her piss tasted like candy. I know it didn't but that's how much I enjoyed having it on my tongue. I may have wanted to feign resistance but I had none. She made have wanted to feign nonchalance but she wasn't either.

I took long wet licks as she held me right to her in a desperate clutch at my hair, and just as my tongue ventured through the filth and dirt towards her swollen clit, she pulled my face out and giggled.

"I think I'm clean now," she said pulling her panties back up.

I remained on the floor, in shock, as she stood up and flushed the toilet.

She stroked my head.

"Once you're poisoned, you're under my control," she said laughing.

I'd never loved her more.

My wicked girl with the poisonous cunt.