The Sweetest Revenge

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Hazel disappeared into the basement. He stepped over and shut the door. His fingers flipped the lock, insuring she wouldn’t be getting out.

His trip to the store didn’t take long. He hated shopping, he grabbed what he could and got out within 20 minutes. As he pulled up to the house, he spotted Joe’s old blue pick-up.

He grabbed the bags from the back and brought them inside to find Joe and Hazel sitting out the couch. There was space between them but it still bothered him.

“What are you doing up here.” He dropped the bags on the floor and stared at Hazel.

“Aw, Kane, I let her up. It’s my fault.” Joe butted in.

Hazel was hanging her head, her hair covering her face. He could see her hands fidgeting in her lap.

“Whatever. Hazel, put these away for me.”

She stood up and grabbed the bags at his feet. She didn’t look at him, just turned and went to the kitchen.

“Put in a pizza.”

He sat down on the couch, his eyes turning to the tv. There was some action movie on that he couldn’t place the name to.

“This is what you put on?” He looked over at Joe.

“Yea, she was fine with it.”

For the first time he noticed Joe had a beer. The man took a long swig, then crushed the can with one hand.

“Bring two beers, Hazel.”

“Yes, Kane.”

He could hear sarcasm dripping from each word. Instead of pissing him off, it actually made him laugh. She came back in, a frosty beer in each small hand. She gave Joe his first then stepped over to him.

He grabbed the beer from her, his other hand catching her wrist quickly and pulling her onto his lap. Her face exploded with color.

“I have to check the pizza.” She mumbled, her legs trying to get her back on her feet.

“It’ll take a little while. Watch the movie.” He cracked open his beer and took a sip.

She stirred on his lap, her ass rubbing his groan. His muscles stiffened, his hand grabbing her hips and stopping her. He leaned into her ear and whispered to her.

“I’d stop unless you want to feel my ‘thing’.” He warned, using her word for his cock.

She froze, her eyes turning to the tv when she realized he wasn’t letting her get up. He smiled and took another drink of his beer.

When the smell of pizza started filling the house, he let Hazel get off his lap to check on it. He could hear her take it out and set the pan on top of the stove. A few minutes later, she was carrying the pizza on the cardboard circle and set it on the coffee table.

“Anything else I can do for you?”

Joe laughed, a slice of pizza already in his hand.

“I like her.” He smiled.

“No. Come sit.” He smirked, his hand patting his lap.

That made the smug look on her face completely disappear. She hesitated, her feet slowly carrying her over to him. He smiled, pulling her down.

“Oh, grab me a slice.”

He heard her sigh, then bend forward and grabbed a piece. His hand cupped one side of her ass before she could sit down.

“Thanks, doll face.”

He went to take the slice from her but she pulled her hand away and took a bite. His mouth dropped open slightly. That little tease.

“Give me that!” He took her hand in his.

“No! It’s mine!”

“I want it.” He forced the pizza toward him and took a large bite.


“Well aren’t you two cute.” Joe laughed.

“Cute?” They both looked at Joe.

“Oh come on. That’s how Lori and I act.” He laughed.

“Shut up, Joe.” Kane glared at him.

“I’m just sayin’.” He shrugged, finishing his second beer.

“Ca-Can I leave now?”

Kane looked down at Hazel. Her eyes downcast and her cheeks red again. He kinda enjoyed how easily she was embarrassed.


She jumped up and went off into the kitchen. As he grabbed a slice of pizza, he heard the door to the basement close. He took a bite of his pizza, then a sip of beer.

“What are you going to do with her?” Joe had finished his beer and was working on another slice.

“I don’t know.” He sighed. “Didn’t really think this far.”

“Seems like you like her.”


“Whatever you say. Wanna beer?” He stood up and headed for the fridge.


He stared at the tv screen, the last piece of his crust in his mouth. Did he like her? Of course it was nice having a maid, a good looking one. He didn’t have to clean or cook. And she felt fucking amazing when he was inside her.

Just thinking about it was turning him on. He cracked open the beer Joe gave him and chugged half to take the edge off.

“You can’t keep her in the basement forever.”

“What am I suppose to do?”

“You do have a guest bedroom. Why don’t you give her that? Put a lock on the outside of the room.” He opened his beer, drinking it a slower.

“Yea I guess.” He turned his attention to the movie.

She would be closer to him. He kinda like the idea of that. Plus, he was going back at work tomorrow. She would need to be locked up while he was gone and the basement wasn’t the greatest place.

He cursed to himself. He had originally wanted her to suffer, to be uncomfortable at all times. But something was changing. Part of him didn’t want her to suffer. His revenge was on her father, after all, and he doesn’t know what condition she’s in.

He finally decided he would more her upstairs after Joe left. She had already cleaned it, she would just have to move her clothes into it. He could easily reverse the lock on that door.


“Alright what?”

“I’ll move her to the guest room.”

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