2: The Girl Who Destroys

Over the next few years, Mark became rather dependent on Avaline. A lot of it was because he was a total freak, an outcast. He was tall. He had red hair and huge ears, still. He looked like a dork, a tall, gangly dork and he lived with a foster family. His own uncle had refused to raise him. It was easy to keep Mark close, she was really his only friend. The poor loser but… he was her loser.

However, once he hit puberty and began filling out as well as getting even more taller, Ava realized slapping him around wasn't going to work so well. Not like it had when they were kids. She was fairly good about guilt tripping his ass to get her way but she used that sparingly. It was when puberty for her had started… she had found a new method of control. Her body and his hormones.

"Calaway, head's up you spaz!" She shouted, tossing a football down the hall, smirking when it bounced right off his head.

Her best friend, Gina, giggled, shook her head when Mark simply turned to stare at them. Sometimes, she felt bad for the senior. He took so much shit from everyone about bowing to the whims of the little fifteen year old, it was almost sad. She fell in step with Ava when Ava walked down the hallway to Mark. "I think she's trying to tell you something." She said cheerfully, looking down pointedly at the football.

"Yeah, and I've been tellin' her time and time again that I hate football." Mark shot back, rubbing his skull and staring down at his sort of girlfriend. "Basketball is my thing."

He definitely had the height, Ava would give him that.

"Speakin' of, I got practice after school so you'll have to hitch a ride home or just wait for me." Mark had an old pick-up truck, something he had bought once he got his license. Insurance money… on one hand, he was glad he had been able to talk the guy who was maintaining those accounts until he hit eighteen into parting with the cash. On the other hand… he felt like complete shit because the only reason he had said cash was due to his family being dead.

"Yeah, that waiting thing isn't going to happen. I'll just bum a ride with Gina." Ava hated basketball. It was a sport for losers. Football, that was where shit happened, like scholarships for example. Scholarships that could get him, and by extension her, out of this crappy town. "Mm, you know, Marky, you should skip practice and come over to my place. My folks are outta town."

That was tempting… Mark wasn't going to lie, the idea of having Ava all to himself, without her parents breathing down their necks… and her hand suddenly right there on his crotch, squeezing gently, wasn't helping.

"Skip practice." It wasn't a request.

Temptation, she was pure temptation, she was fucking evil. Mark actually opened his mouth to say yes, or something along those lines when he felt a hand smacking his shoulder from behind.

"Come on, Calaway, time to go!" Stephen grinned, though when he spotted Avaline, the grin faded a bit. Avaline Powers… that was a full grown, evil as hell woman wrapped up in a fifteen year old package. Calaway was an idiot for fooling with that. "Tell the baby bye and let's go. Coach will be pissed if you're late, again."

Feeling more than just a mite embarrassed, Mark shrugged down at Ava. "Gotta go, babe." He dropped a kiss on her forehead, having to bend down a bit to do so, before taking off with Stephen.

He would regret that, Ava vowed, watching out of narrowed eyes as Mark and Stephen disappeared round the corner. She knew he'd show up later, he always did, but that wasn't the point. He hated living in that stupid home with his foster parents, or at least that's what she figured. She knew she would have hated it. She also knew he wasn't overly keen on her parents, perhaps because she actually still had hers.

Ava hitched her ride home and did her chores, figuring she'd get all the boring stuff out of the way because when that gingered idiot showed up, his ass was hers. Later… later was not now and she wanted him now.

Sure enough, a few hours later, Mark showed up on her front doorstep with his head lowered. He knew she would be angry with him for blowing her off but he had already skipped enough practices because of her. If he had missed one more, the couch would have probably cut him from the team. What Avaline didn't understand was that this was his shot to make something out of his pathetic life, especially since he was tentatively on the line for a scholarship.

"Come on Ava," He grumbled when she opened the door only to slam it shut in his face, raising his hand to drum his long fingers against it. "I couldn't miss it, babe, I'm sorry." He could hear her growling through the wood. "Just let me in and I'll make it up to ya…"

Finally, she opened the door and leaned in the frame, glowering at him. His eyes raked over her, noting the daisy duke shorts she had not been wearing at school, and the bikini top, feeling a familiar stirring in his groin. She was in that kind of mood. Her wavy blonde hair was pulled up off her neck and her ice blue eyes were spitting shards at him.

"Screw you, Calaway." She was not amused. Basketball was not going to get him out of here, basketball in this town was a joke. "You want to make it up to me?" At his nod, she folded her arms over her chest, eyes narrowing. "On your knees then."

Mark hesitated for only a moment before lowering himself to his knees before her.

It never failed to amuse, or excite her, when this nearly seven foot teenager obeyed. She had popped his cherry, so to speak, and if he had ever went anywhere else for sex after she had introduced him to worldly delights, she didn't know about it. Which was good, Ava was not okay with sharing. Bending down, she watched as his gaze darted to her chest and slapped him. "I didn't say you could look away from my face, Mark." She informed him, her normally sweet voice dropping in pitch.

"Sorry." He mumbled, receiving yet another slap because he had broken her rules. When she was like this, he wasn't supposed to speak unless asked a question or ordered to. Another slap across the face befell him when his eye wandered back to her chest and Mark could feel the sting in his cheek.

This wasn't the first time Ava had treated him like this, and it probably wouldn't be the last. If he was smart, he would have told her to take a flying leap. But… he was scared, not that he would admit it. He still had a hard time making friends, even with him being on the basketball team, and… the sex was awesome. Sex was awesome period, and Avaline gave it to him. A lot.

Mark suffered. Ava made sure of it. She made him crawl after her, taunting him as she stripped and let her clothes wherever. She made him watch as she touched herself, refusing him his release, and she could tell he was suffering from a case of the blues. By the time they had finally made it upstairs to her bedroom, she was feeling more relaxed. From how red Mark's ears were, she was guessing he was frustrated to hell and back, probably also embarrassed.

His face carried a raised, swollen area from her slaps, and those gray-green eyes looked… hm, she wasn't sure, but she liked it. "Beg me to fuck you, and do it nicely, and I'll consider it." She said softly, dropping onto the edge of her bed, her legs spread wide open.

Snaking his tongue out to wet his lips, Mark felt like he was on the verge of exploding in his pants. Like some little boy, and he really didn't want to be humiliated, more then he already was. "Ava, please…" He whispered, begging practically. "Please fuck me…. Or, or I could make you feel real good, darlin'." His voice was a husky rumble, for now, but if she kept this up, it'd crack. The pain she could probably see in his face was nothing compared to down below, not helped by the fact that his eyes were glued to her spread legs. "I'll do anythin' you want, Ava…"

Avaline considered it, finally standing up and gesturing for him to remove his clothes. She watched, her eyes darkening. One thing about her lover was that he was nicely equipped, and if the other girls had known about it, he wouldn't be the red haired, big eared jock anymore. He'd be fuck candy. But he was hers. All hers.

"On the bed." She ordered once he was stripped, watching and smirked when he automatically assumed the position. Flat on his back, arms near her bedposts where the ropes were already waiting. "Good boy." She purred, taking her time in making sure his hands were secured. He wasn't allowed to touch her, not yet. He was still in trouble.