Author's Notes: I'm pretty sure that I'm getting to the point where hell would spit me back out in disgust.

Jacob didn't get his chance for another two solid days.

For the first evening, she was skittish around him, shooting him nervous glances through dinner and giving him a tentative peck on the cheek before bed.

As time passed, though, she relaxed. Either she couldn't keep up that level of tension or she must've hoped he'd forgotten.

He hadn't forgotten.

The opportunity finally opened up when there was a bang at the door after dinner one night. He answered it and found George on the steps, looking impatient.

"Here to take Ethan for a drink," he announced. "He can't keep moping at home."

Father appeared in the doorway. "George?"

"Come on," George said, beckoning to him. "We're going to the pub. Get a pint or two in you, just like the old days."

Father sighed. "I really don't think-"

"No, no, I'm not taking no for answer. You need to start moving forward."

Jacob practically had his fingers crossed behind his back. When Father cast him an uncertain glance, he nodded, trying not to look too eager. "Moping won't bring Mother back, remember?"

George snorted. "Harsh, but the boy speaks truth."

Jacob could see Evie hovering in the doorway of the kitchen, taking in the proceedings. He raised his eyebrows at her and she bit her lip ever so slightly.

Please go, he tried to project to Father. Please go.

"Fine," Father finally said. "I'll get my coat."

George grinned. "Excellent." He cast a look at the twins. "Don't worry, I'll bring him back in one piece."

The front door clicked shut behind both of them and Jacob hovered for a moment by the window, waiting until they rounded the corner in the distance.

When they had, he turned back and locked eyes with Evie.

She bolted.

In all honesty, she was probably faster than he was. But she couldn't have been trying very hard, because he caught up to her halfway up the stairs; scooping her up, he tossed her over his shoulder as she laughed, batting at his back with her hands.

By the time they got to the landing, she was squirming so hard that he landed a sharp smack on her rear. That just made her gasp and then laugh harder, the delighted sound making him grin.

He walked to her room- her bed was better for this, with bars instead of a headboard. Flopping her onto the mattress, he slid her tie off the back of her desk chair, quickly moving his hands up her arms.

Silently thanking five years of Boy Scouts, he secured her wrists to the bars, slipping his fingers between her skin and the fabric to make sure there was room to move and not cut off circulation.

"Jacob?" She sounded hesitant, a little nervous. He pressed a kiss to her mouth, enjoying the way she parted her lips for him willingly, hungrily.

He pulled away and brushed her nose with his own. "I seem to recall someone not following orders." Sliding his hands down to her chest, he started to work on her buttons. "Pick a safe word."

Her throat worked as she swallowed. "Uh… Red."

Nodding, he pressed his mouth to the space between her breasts, licking a trail back up to her neck. Latching onto the curve of her shoulder, he started to suck, gently pressing down with his teeth.

Almost immediately, she started to squirm and tug on her bonds. "Hey, you'll- you'll leave a mark-"

He slid a hand under her bra and squeezed, letting the nipple pebble under his hand. Lifting his head, he ran his tongue along the forming bruise. "That's the point."

"But-"

"It's to remind you." He stretched up to her ear. "Who owns you, the next time you don't obey."

Her heartbeat was speeding under his hand, thumping loudly. Fuck, she smelled good, some sort of floral soap and strawberries and arousal all at once. "No one owns me."

"We'll see," he murmured, before lowering himself back to her neck and resuming his work, expanding on the blooming marks on her skin.

This was all still a bit unreal. It was unreal that she was so desperate for him, that she was making little perfect noises under him, that her exquisite body was his to admire. Part of him wished he could tell the whole world who was putting this mark on her, that she let him touch her any way he wanted. It couldn't happen, of course. Pity.

Once he was satisfied with the bruise and with her whimpers, he moved down, pushing the bra up and pressing a soft kiss to the pink buds. Without warning, he closed his teeth down, lightly enough to not really damage, tightly enough to hurt. She let out a hissing sound of surprise and tried to kick at him, but he kept her held down with his weight, adding his tongue until the sounds of pain had transformed into pleasure, her movements shifting from pushing him off to urging him on, her hips grinding against him. He was straining against his trousers now, hard practically from the moment that he'd tossed her onto the bed, days of planning and longing surging to the surface. Grunting, he tugged his shirt off, shoving out of his trousers and socks until he was just in his boxers, enjoying the way her flushed gaze settled on the lump there.

"Soon," he whispered, giving her nose a flick. "Soon."

Her skin was delicious, soft and clean, and he felt like he would never taste enough it. Down, down, he worked his lips along her stomach, peeling off her leggings and tossing them aside.

Easing up her legs, he kissed in small patterns, inching closer to her pretty pink knickers. Right as he got close, though, he switched tactics, biting down on her inner thigh, sucking again to leave a mark. There was something deeply satisfying about knowing he had put something tangible on her pale skin, a reminder of him for days to come.

As soon as his teeth sank into her flesh, she cried out and tried to wriggle away. "Jacob! Ow-"

He lathed the spot with his tongue before he pulled away with a grin. "I know you like this." He phrased it as a statement, not a question; he'd noticed the way she responded to light touches of pain, clutching him tighter as he applied pressure in the right places.

She raised her head up with some difficulty, hair slipping loose from her ponytail, and scowled at him. "No, of course not."

He shrugged and pushed himself up, reclining on his elbow. "Then why do I know I'll find you soaking?"

A pink tinge was creeping across her face. "I'm not."

She was being particularly belligerent today, which just made this better as far as he was concerned. It would make it all the sweeter when she finally caved. "Is that so?"

Lifting her chin, she narrowed her eyes.

That was definitely a challenge. Well, if she wanted to be that way, he could play rough.

Cocking his head at her, he yanked her panties all the way off her legs in quick jerks, feeling the clearly damp fabric with his fingers. After a little moment's hesitation, he rolled them into a ball and crawled over her, gripping her jaw and forcing her mouth open. Before she could complain, he pushed the knickers in, effectively gagging her. "Seems pretty wet to me."

Her eyes were so wide that the whites seemed to glow in the fading light. She was breathing rapidly through her nose, chest rising and falling, gaze full of adrenaline and want.

It suddenly occurred to him that she couldn't use the safe word this way. "Snap your fingers if this needs to stop. Okay? Any time. Promise me."

He waited and her fingers didn't move. Instead, she nodded dumbly, eyes fixed on him.

"Good," he purred, sliding back down between her legs. Parting her dark curls, he found her clit and started to rub with his thumb in the dainty little circles that he knew she liked. Moaning into the fabric, she arched, back lifting off the mattress, legs scrabbling beside him. He waited until her eyes were fluttering shut, her sounds getting pitched and focused.

And then he stopped.

When she frowned down at him, confused, he gave her the biggest shit-eating grin that he could manage before starting again. And once more, when she was really starting to wriggle properly, he stopped.

Her eyes were getting angry now, little furious noises issuing from her throat. She was so damn cute when she was pissed.

Ducking his head down, he pressed his tongue to the ridiculously engorged nub, tracing out her name with little flicks. As he pushed two fingers into her wetness, he felt her clamp down on him, frantically chasing her relief; crooking his fingers, he stroked, listening as she lapsed into moaning. "Such a tight cunt, so wet and ready," he crooned to her skin, her hips shuddering against his mouth. "So beautiful, so perfectly made for me." When her head started to roll, he lifted his lips and stilled, using one hand to press down on her bucking hips, rendering her immobile. "Who owns you?"

There was a muffled keening sound. Reaching up, he pulled the knickers out of her mouth, letting her say a strangled please.

"I asked you a question."

Her fingers tangled into her bonds, gripping them tightly, her teeth gritted. "No one- owns me-"

Shrugging, he stuffed the fabric back in, lowering his head again. She was so wet that it was getting on her sheets, slickness sliding down his hand. He flicked his tongue and sucked until he felt that fluttering start around his fingers, and then he withdrew. Starting. Stopping. Starting. Stopping. Again, again, again. Her noises gradually shifted into one continuous pitched whine, her legs desperately trying to trap him against her skin, her heels kicking against his back in fury each time he stilled. Next time he might need to tie up her feet as well.

He had to slide his boxers off and give his cock some slow strokes, the ache of arousal becoming overwhelming as she wriggled under him. He could feel the sticky pre-come against his thumb, smearing over his skin. If he had to wait, she had to wait. "Patience, sweet girl," he coaxed. "Patience. Take your punishment."

Before long, she was sobbing, bars clattering against the wall as she pulled against her bonds. After one particularly drawn out wail, he moved up over her again, breathing heavily. "This is what happens when bad girls disobey. They don't get to come." He ran a lick along the now-purpling bruise on her neck and pulled the fabric out of her mouth again, tossing it onto the floor. Surely, now, she would submit. "You know what I need to hear. Who owns you?"

The words were blubbered out, her tone beseeching. "You do, you do, you do, please- please let me come-"

"You'll obey from now on, won't you?"

She just nodded wordlessly, frantically, quivering as she wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him closer. The head of his cock suddenly made bobbing contact with her wetness and they both froze, panting into the air.

Oh fuck that was tempting. She wasn't stopping him and he tried a few tentative movements, not penetrating, just rubbing along her slit. At that, she moaned, trying to angle her hips up for him. He pushed in just a fraction, her warmth enveloping the tip, making his mind go white, and she let out the sweetest whimper-

They could just- it would be- they could-

He snapped his eyes shut and snarled, trying to stay himself. Not now. Come on, Jacob. Focus. Not like this.

Pushing her legs down, he swiftly climbed up to straddle her chest, pushing her tits together and thrusting his cock between them in a desperate attempt to replicate that warmth. He was already close, and when she softly moaned out another plea, he was done for; he clapped a straining arm against the wall and held himself as ropes of come spurted out across her chest and neck, sliding down her skin, as satisfying a sight as he'd ever seen.

Shakily, he unpicked the knot and let her hands free, rubbing her wrists where they were red and chafed. "So good," he breathed, pressing kisses to her hands as she squirmed, lips flush and wet, staring at him with undisguised want. "So good for me."

She was pliant now, almost shaking, cheeks streaked with tears. "Please, Jacob, please-"

"I know." He rolled onto his back and motioned her up, pulling one of her legs over so she was straddling his face. "Good girls get rewarded."

Normally, he had the feeling that she would be too embarrassed to do this. But she was much too far gone for embarrassment now. Jesus, what a treat.

He had to be gentle, to go slowly; she was so overstimulated that she would try and pull away if he did anything too roughly. So he kept his licks soft and deliberate, his fingers steady and insistent as she squirmed over him, hands against the wall, her voice throaty and desperate but her words incoherent. He hadn't been working long when he felt her inner walls clench, like so many times before, but this time he let it happen; moments later, she keened out his name and came undone on top of him, wailing as she rocked her hips. It seemed to go on and on, longer than what he'd seen from her before, aftershocks chasing the orgasm as he crooked his fingers, trying to ease it along. Her whole body was shaking by the time she was finished, her lungs gasping out shuddering breaths.

He gently shifted up and helped her relax down beside him, pulling her out of the shirt and bra still hanging off her body. Quickly standing and padding to the bathroom, he returned with a warm wet rag to clean off her chest; using some lotion, he massaged the sore marks on her wrists, giving them kisses as she smiled at him with a benevolent and happy glow. So beautiful. His Evie.

Lying in her bed, he spooned her smaller body against his own, tucking his nose against her hair. It was a luxury to let his fingers trail over her soft skin, to feel the way they touched everywhere, sweaty and sated together.

Eventually, she rolled over to face him, pressing her nose against his tattoo. He couldn't see the smile, but he could hear it. "You're such an asshole."

It was hard to focus and get ready for the day. She couldn't stop thinking of the moment when he had almost pushed into her, the closeness aching, the anticipation thunderous. Now- with her mind a little clearer- she was glad that he hadn't. At the time, though, she had been furious when he pulled away, ready to kick and beg until he would fulfil that powerful need.

It seemed a sensible time to phone and make an appointment with her GP.

As they were getting on his bike to go to school, she cleared her throat. "I'm getting an IUD next Thursday."

He froze, already gripping the handlebars. Twisting around, he yanked his helmet off, eyes wide. "What?"

Her shrug was as nonchalant as she could manage. "We shouldn't risk anything."

"Well, no, obviously, but…"

She tipped her chin up. "Yes?"

Words seemed to fail him. "Uh, nothing." He shook his head a little, as if trying to blink away sleep. "Let's go."

She had put a scarf on for school, trying to cover the giant hickey on her neck. It had proved impossible to hide; she applied some makeup over it, but it was so mottled and raw that nothing could obscure it completely.

She was barely two steps into the school before she got slapped with a uniform infraction.

So, she was forced to abandon the scarf and endure the snickers of her classmates for the rest of the day, little pointed giggles that she did her best to ignore. A few people point-blank asked her who it was from, but she just shrugged and smiled, hoping it made her seem mysterious.

The strangest reaction came from Mr. Green. He was passing out work sheets but stopped dead when he came to her desk, eyes fixed on the mark. There was a full beat before he cleared his throat and shook his head, moving on.

Evie felt a tap on her shoulder. When she craned around in her chair, Pearl was grinning at her from the desk right behind.

Pearl tossed her head in Mr. Green's direction. "I'd shag him, if I were you."

Evie goggled at Pearl. "I beg your pardon?"

"He's obviously smitten, can't you tell? He can barely keep his eyes off you. You could ace English Lit with no effort."

Jacob had said a similar thing, she remembered, though he was significantly less cheerful about it.

The whole thought made her uncomfortable.

Towards the end of the day, she got a text from Jacob. Id like to take u away somewhere.

She smiled at her mobile. That would be nice.

Im serious, he replied. Just for a night. To the seaside or something. Maybe next wknd?

A whole night together. Alone. With no interruptions or risk of being caught. It was an exhilarating thought, delicious, tempting.

She tapped out her response quickly, before she could change her mind. Let's do it.