"Fuck!" I gasped again, digging my fingers into my palms as he pushed himself against me again, every rough fibre of his jeans increasing the amazing feeling.
"So mean of you" he drawled, moving so that only one of his hands were keeping mine above my head "running off like that, I could barely believe it. I thought you weren't ready and that I'd taken it too far too quickly." He chuckled, staring down at me with his piercing green eyes "then as soon as I got to my room I hear you, loud and clear through your window, moaning my name." Jack's last three words were accentuated with painful pleasure as he thrusted against me.
"I-I didn't know it was open" I panted, looking up at him pleadingly, wanting him to believe me.
"You already said you would let me punish you, you're not going back on your promise, are you?"
"I t-thought I was imagining you" I whimpered, his eyes darkening at my confession.
"So you were fantasising about me?" He asked, his lips brushing against my collar bone, growling as I nodded "about me punishing you?" I flushed in embarrassment, not able to look at him as I nodded.
"I- I swear, I didn't know you were here."
He chuckled at me "like that makes a difference."
"Do you have any idea how hot you are right now?" Jack asked, his dark eyes looking down at me with a lust that was growing familiar.
"I-I" I stuttered, my mind drawing blank as he pulled away from me, getting off the bed and moving to my desk. I still didn't move my arms though, feeling the strange need for Jack to be happy with me.
Coming back to sit next to me on the bed, he looked down at me with that look again, putting something on the bed behind him.
"I need you to say yes Hannah, I need you to tell me I can do what I want to make you feel good."
Without even thinking, my head moved on it's own, nodding.
"Use your words, be a good girl."
Good girl
, that again, "yes." I whispered, "please."
It wasn't immediate like I hoped it would be, Jack started by sliding his finger up my legs, cupping my sex for a moment before continuing his journey up my clothed body.
"I don't think I'm going to be able to look at you in this uniform without wanting to fuck you after today" he chuckled, running his fingers along the v-neckline of my uniform before snapping the strap of my sports bra "though over the past few games I've really had to hold myself back because I realised you were horny from people watching you."
I tried to think of something to say to defend myself, I really did. But what he said was true.
With great ease, the man sitting calmly next to me made me arch my back and unclasped my bra through my uniform, pulling it off and touching my breasts through the course fabric of my uniform.
"Keeping you arms where I put them, you really know how to be a good girl don't you? I might just give you a light punishment this time." He mused, lightly grabbing my wrists and bringing them in front of me, grabbing the thing he had hidden behind him and showing it to me.
In front of my eyes was the rope from my robe, a soft silky fabric that made my eyes widen as I realised what he intended to do with it.
"T-this time?" I asked, biting my bottom lip as I kept my eyes on the rope, subconsciously pressing my thighs together in hopes to relieve some of the pressure.
"If you think I'm gonna leave you be after this" he chuckled, wrapping the rope slowly and tightly around my left wrist and making a knot "you have another thing coming."
Bringing the inside of my right wrist to touch the left, Jack repeated the process of wrapping the rope around my other wrist, before wrapping the rope around both of my wrists and tying a final knot.
"Try and pull them apart" he told me, so I did, surprised that no matter how I tried, I couldn't move my wrists at all from how he placed them.
Jack nodded in satisfaction, grabbing my waist and lifting me easily off the bed, and sat against my headboard, placing me on his lap.
"Listen carefully, alright?" I nodded submissively, keeping my eyes in his intense gaze "blue means you can handle more, green is telling me to keep doing what I'm doing and that the intensity is good, orange means slow down and lower the intensity, and red means to stop immediately. Understood?" Breathlessly, I nodded, recognising the terms from my curious research online.
Jack squeezed my ass with a tut, "good girls use their words, remember?"
"Y-yes, I understand" I panted, pressing myself harder against Jack with my hands between our chests.
"There we go" the smile he gave me made my stomach churn, feeling like butterflies weren't just flying, but stomping around in a way that I wasn't totally familiar with. Last time I felt like this it was when I was thirteen and discovered boys weren't as gross as I thought they were because Jack punched a boy in class because he twanged my bra strap.
Jack's hand slid up from my waist and rested on the back of my neck, pulling me in closer as our lips met, gently at first- making the butterflies in my stomach triple- before he ran his tongue along my bottom lip. Opening my lips obediently, his tongue entered my mouth and explored freely, pressing against mine in a demand for me to explore as well.
My moan vibrated against his tongue and I immediately got a reaction, his hips bucking against my own making me moan again.
Jack pulled away and I panted with my tongue still poking past my lips from the abrupt ending of the kiss.
"Lie across my lap" he breathed, tugging my hands the way he wanted me to go.
Doing as he said, I let out a breathy moan when my stomach pressed against his cock, and I realised just how hard he was.
"Good girl" Jack mused, brushing my skirt off my ass and brushing his fingers over my cheeks, dipping down occasionally to my asshole and pussy.
Managing to push up to rest on my elbows, I looked back at Jack as he looked me over, analysing every inch of me. "You look so fucking hot Hannah."
"T-thank you" I stuttered, not sure how to reply.
"I'm sure you know what's going to happen now?" He asked, and I nodded, having a fairly good guess. "Care to share?"
"I think you're going to spank me?" I replied, biting my lip and hoping I was right.
"Good girl" he smiled, "and I want you to count them, understand?"
I almost nodded, before I remembered that 'good girls use their words' "I understand."
SMACK!
The first one came as a shock, my whole body jolted and squirmed until Jack gripped my upper thighs.
"No moving" he reprimanded, a scolding slap to my pussy making me lurch forward with a surprising moan, the cool air making my skin tingle after the hit to my sensitive wet sex.
"I'm sorry!" I replied, moving back to a semi-comfortable position on his lap.
I waited for a moment for the next slap to come, only to realise that it wasn't. Looking back curiously, I met Jack's gaze, his eyebrows raised.
"You're not counting?"
"O-one!" I stuttered out instantly, turning back to my tied hands embarrassedly, I'd forgotten so quickly.
SMACK!
"Two!"
SMACK!
