They had been back home for almost a week when he popped into her doorway one morning, grinning like an idiot.
She paused from pulling up her socks to raise an eyebrow. "Yes?"
"Given our limited one-on-one time, I got you a present." He passed her a small box.
Tilting her head at him, she opened it. Inside, there was a small and compact bent vibrator, one designed to gently squeeze the clit and G-spot at once. She blinked at it very slowly, picking it up in her hand and turning it around. "You can't be serious."
"Deadly serious," he replied. "And look, watch." He pulled out his mobile and fiddled with it for a moment, and the vibrator began to gently buzz in her palm.
Sweet mercy. "Oh," she said dumbly, taking in the remote-controlled implications.
He tucked a finger under her chin, moving her gaze back to him. "I want you to wear it today."
"Today?" But- today was school, she had classes all day, and there was tutoring in the afternoon-
"Today," he said firmly, gently tracing her lip with his thumb. He plucked it from her hand and moved it up her thigh, under her skirt, until he was tracing the fabric of her knickers with the vibrating toy. She was already feeling a bit lightheaded, but the contact sent blood rushing to all the right places; she wrapped her fingers in his jumper as he chuckled, clearly pleased with her reaction.
Tucking the fabric aside, he pushed it into place. It went in distressingly easily, considering that she'd been stone-cold calm less than two minutes ago.
Oh, that was nice. Very nice. Almost too nice.
With a few quick taps to his mobile, he deactivated it, leaving her a bit breathless. "There we go."
She squirmed around the intrusion, unfamiliar and heavy. "But- if you're going to turn it off, then why-"
"Oh, it won't be off all day." He leaned forward to peck her on the cheek. "Trust me."
He had been fiddling with the settings on and off throughout the morning. For an hour, he tried a slow, low buzz; for the next hour, he left it off entirely, trusting that the suspense of it would be almost as excruciating.
Shortly before lunch, he pulled his mobile out under his desk and set it to an alternating rhythm with a few quick taps. Staring at his phone for a moment, he turned up the intensity.
Less than a minute later, his screen lit up with a call from her.
Excusing himself to go to the loos, he waited until he was tucked in a private corner to pick up. "Hello?"
"You asshole," she hissed, an angry cat in her distress. "I was in physics, I had to ask to leave class to go to the toilet- turn it off right this instant!"
He grinned and relaxed against the wall. "Oh, oh right. So sorry. One moment." Minimizing the conversation, he pulled up the app, and dialled up the intensity another two notches.
Even with his phone away from his head, he could hear her frantic squeal. "You- you bastard dickhead sonuvabitch!"
"You know we have the same Mother, right?" With a swipe of his finger, he changed the rhythm to a steady one and lowered the speed a bit, enjoying the way that she moaned into the phone.
"I can't study like this," she panted.
He considered it. "You can take it out, if you'd like."
"Really?"
"But there will be punishment if you do."
She made a strangled noise. "That's not fair."
"I don't make the rules." He stopped to laugh. "Oh, wait, I do." Frankly, he didn't care which decision she went with- either way was a win for him.
Her fury was perfect. "I'm going to kill you."
The line went dead. Shaking his head, he left the vibrator turned on and went back to class.
When he picked her up, she looked a lot less composed than she usually did, the colour high in her cheeks. She clutched him particularly tightly as they drove home, knees clenched against his thighs.
Once inside, she pressed him to the wall in the front hallway and practically attacked him with a kiss, frantically grabbing his hand and shoving it under her skirt.
"Whoa, whoa," he managed, holding her away. "So what happened?"
"I-" she hesitated. "I couldn't keep it in for class," she said, tone pleading. "But the breaks, and lunch, and after, I did." She was pressing kisses all over his face, breathless and adorable in her eagerness. "So I did as you asked."
Hmm. He looked up at the ceiling. "I don't think that counts."
Her mouth fell open. "What?"
"Yeah, no, that definitely doesn't cut it." He tugged her head aside and lightly bit down on her earlobe, sliding a hand under her shirt. "I seem to remember you promising that you would obey from now on- I think you need another lesson."
Her face was turning pink. "You- I- you-"
There was the slam of a car door just outside. Father, home early. They leapt apart, Evie hurrying away to her room while he tried to adjust the wood in his trousers to be a touch less noticeable.
"Jacob," Father greeted him as he came through the door, looking as tired as he always did of late. "Good day?"
"Excellent," he agreed.
Much later that night, there was a knock on his door, soft and tentative. Evie crept in, clad in a tank top and sleep shorts, reaching for him with a smile. "Father's passed out again," she whispered.
"Perfect," he murmured. "Here for your lesson?"
She froze and frowned. "You're not still going on about that."
"Going on about- damn right, I'm going on about it. I asked you to do something, and you disobeyed."
Sniffing, she turned up her nose. "You're being unreasonable."
"Not at all," he said calmly. "When you're ready, we'll begin, but if that's not what you're here for…" He gave her a little wave. "Have a good night."
Huffing, she stomped out of the room.
The next day, she determinedly ignored him, refusing to answer his questions or texts. Later in the evening, just as he was debating going out- given that nothing seemed to be happening here- she knocked on his door.
When she came in, she had her bathrobe on, her hair still damp from the shower. The sweet smell of her shampoo wafted across the room, effectively short circuiting his brain as he breathed in soap and strawberries.
Striding over purposefully, she gave him a slow smile before she peeled the robe off, revealing that fucking hot lingerie from their weekend away; as he blinked at her, mind suddenly blank, she slid down his front onto her knees, tugging at the band of his sweatpants-
"Hang on," he managed, shaking his head a bit foggily. "Are you trying to seduce me into forgetting about yesterday?"
She turned flaming red. "Is it… is it working?"
He couldn't help it; he started to laugh, tucking her hair behind her ear with a fond smile. "It's hot as hell, but you don't get out of it that easy, I'm sorry."
She pouted and lowered her face, so he leaned down to stroke her chin, smiling as she hopefully looked back up at him.
In an instant, he tightened his grip, digging his fingers into her skin. "So are you ready to beg for forgiveness?"
She jumped to her feet, tucking her robe back around her body, actually stomping on the carpet like a child. "You are infuriating!"
And in a whirl, she was gone.
Sitting back down at his desk, Jacob sighed, spinning his pen in his fingers. She wasn't actually upset, was the thing. If she was genuinely afraid, he would've stopped in an instant. One time, when they were nine, they both climbed up to go on a tall water slide; once they were at the top, she panicked, breaking into tears about how it was too high and too much. When he thought about it, he was pretty sure it was the only time he'd ever seen her truly afraid.
If he had seen even a flicker of that panic in their new arrangement, he would've backtracked so fast that it left dust clouds in his wake. But this didn't feel like that. Instead, it felt like she was testing him, pushing the boundaries to see what she could get away with.
Plus, there was the fact that- in the end- Evie never did something that she didn't want to do.
The next day was a repeat of her frosty silence. Later in the evening, he was about to leave to go see his friends when her head poked out of her bedroom door.
Her expression was… Irritated, to put it mildly. "Going somewhere?"
"Out," he said simply.
She chewed on her lip, brow furrowed, before she marched down the hall, grabbed his arm, and dragged him back into his room.
Her gaze was trained on his feet, her brow furrowed and her hands clenched. She mumbled something. It was too quiet to catch in its entirety, but he was pretty sure the word 'punishment' was in there somewhere.
"Sorry?" He prompted. "Didn't catch that?"
She took a deep breath and ground out the words. "I'm ready for my punishment."
Hot damn. Moving slowly, he crowded her against the door, leaning down to bite at her neck. "Say it again."
Her voice was weaker this time, almost whispered. "I'm ready for my punishment."
He felt like crowing with glee. "Why do you have to be punished?"
She shifted, and he was sure that she could feel the raging hard-on he was now pressing against her hip. "Because I disobeyed."
"We don't have to, you know," he murmured. "I'm quite happy to go out and leave you to your own devices."
Her arms encircled him, clutching at his back. "Please don't."
"You'll listen?"
"I will."
"You promise?"
She took a deep and shuddering breath. "I promise."
"Okay." He pressed his forehead to hers. "Our dearest Father is awake and quite coherent at the moment, so it can't be tonight, I'm afraid."
She let out a little pitiful noise of distress.
"I know, I know, I'm disappointed too. But tomorrow. Can you wait until tomorrow?"
There was a trembling moment of silence. Finally, she nodded against his shoulder.
"Wonderful," he breathed. "But I'll need you to do something for me."
Of course he would demand that she wear that infernal thing again. She ought to have denied him. She ought to have turned him down, called him unreasonable, and put her study as her first priority.
But three lonely nights had worn her down.
The vibrator worked at a steady hum all day, enough to be distracting but not enough to offer any kind of relief. The urge to reach down and touch herself was maddening, but she had promised she wouldn't, so instead she just clenched her hands until her nails dug little crescent moons into her palms.
She couldn't remember anything that was covered in class, or that might have been discussed by her friends. At multiple points throughout the day, people stopped and asked her if she was feeling quite all right. Yes, she stammered, of course. Just tired.
Jacob texted her periodically. Still being good?
Yes, she texted back. Yes, yes, yes.
She somehow got to the end of the school day. Jacob gave her a cheery wave when she met him outside. All she could manage was a weak nod, which just made him smile harder. Bastard. Handsome, sexy bastard.
This would all be much easier if she didn't enjoy it so damn much.
The ride itself seemed to take forever, and the walk from the bike to their front door felt like an age. Over the threshold, she reached for him, but he stepped away. "Go upstairs," he murmured, pressing his fingers to her lips. "My room. Strip. Down to nothing- actually, no, keep the knee socks on, but nothing else. Wait on the bed."
Closing her eyes, she nodded, plodding slowly up the stairs, each rub of her thighs more torturous than the last.
She left her things on a crumpled heap on his floor. Lying on the covers, wondering what it was that he liked about the socks so much, she crossed her legs tightly and desperately resisted the urge to relieve the ache with her fingers.
Before long, the door creaked open and he stepped in. "Beautiful," he murmured. "Take your hair down."
She tugged the braids out as he went to his closet and pulled out a pristine looking tie. Extended relatives had a habit of sending them for Christmas, clearly not knowing that Jacob would only wear a tie in a casket. Or possibly for his own wedding.
He nudged her into sitting up and then off the bed; walking her to the desk, he pulled out his chair and sat, motioning for her to turn around. In brisk movements he bound her wrists together behind her back, her heartbeat speeding with anticipation as the soft fabric tightened. He turned her again when he was done. "Gorgeous," he said, giving her nipple a flick that made her jump. "Love the way that makes your tits pop."
With a hand on her shoulder, he pressed down until she knelt, leaning back to peer at him.
Undoing his belt, he looked her up and down. "So tell me, did you come today?"
"No," she said, hating how plaintively it came out. "Almost, twice."
"What happened?"
"The first time, the vibrator stopped right before I could." She had nearly wailed in frustration right in the middle of class. "The second time, someone bumped into me in the hallway and it threw it off."
He pulled out his cock and gave it a few long, lazy strokes. "But you never took it out?"
"No," she said immediately, edge of desperation in her voice. "Never."
"Such a good girl," he murmured, the words sending another shot of heat through her. "Come here."
She shuffled towards him awkwardly, carpet scratchy under her knees.
Reaching into his pocket, he drew out his mobile. In moments, the vibrator buzzed into a racing pitch, easing and speeding, easing and speeding. He chuckled as she cried out, instinctively wriggling back and forth to try and get away from the abrupt stimulation.
"Here's what's going to happen," he said evenly. "This stays on until I finish. Understand?" She tried to lean forward, but he held her at an arm's length. "And snap your fingers if everything needs to stop, and it stops in an instant, got it?"
Nodding frantically, she bumped her forehead against the fabric of his jumper before awkwardly taking him into her mouth, pushing her head down as deeply as she could. With a bit of practice, she could now go almost until her nose brushed the curling hair at the base, hollowing her cheeks and breathing through her nose.
She tried to keep her strokes smooth and steady, but it was difficult with the vibrations rocking her hips. The long day had left her overstimulated; the first orgasm hit her almost immediately and with no warning, making her let out a strangled noise around his cock. As it eased, the vibrations picked up again, mixing quivering pleasure with tingling pain.
"Mm," he hummed, tilting his head back and winding a hand in her hair. "Was that the first one?"
She nodded, moaning, until he let her pull away. "Please, it's too much, let me-"
"Not a chance," he said, pushing her head back down.
Every few thrusts, he would nudge the back of her throat, making her gag; each time, he would draw back and let her take a shuddering breath before resuming, fucking into her mouth with a fierceness that made her tremble.
"Fuck," he groaned, voice strained. "You look so fucking good with my cock in your pretty mouth."
It was happening again, a tingling surge racing through her body, but it was too soon after the first- when it hit, it sat just on the razor's edge of pain, delicious and terrible and everything and nothing all at once. When she keened, he moaned as well, apparently feeling the sound in her mouth. As the shocks subsided, she was so raw that it felt like she could feel every pump of blood in her hips, every brush of air that touched her skin.
She peered up at him, eyes watering, and he drew in another shuddering breath. "That feel good, love?"
It's so much, she wanted to say, it feels good but it's so much, please, please-
They weren't even really orgasms any more, just showers of sparks that were concentrated tightly between her legs, making her writhe and moan as she tried to keep bobbing her head rhythmically. They blended together until she lost count, unable to think, unable to breathe, lost in them as they wracked her body-
His fingers tightened in her hair and he gripped her still as he came in spurts down her throat, salty and warm. Gasping, he drew away and fumbled for his mobile as she swallowed, and in moments everything was mercifully still.
She crumpled against the floor, twitching, and he let out a dark chuckle. "Good?"
"Help," she mumbled sleepily, half a smile plastered on her face. "I can't feel my legs." Her whole lower half felt vaguely numb, though in a pleasant and tingly sort of way.
Laughing, he stood and gripped her shoulders, bracing her to her feet and guiding her towards the bed. "We're not done."
When she reached it, she slumped down, falling face-first. He pulled her hips up until she was bent at the knees, exposed to him, distressingly vulnerable with her bound wrists. Gently, slowly, he removed the vibrator, making her heave a deep and relieved sigh into the mattress.
"What a sight," he said quietly. "I wish I could save this- actually, you know what, I think I will."
He stood and retrieved his phone as she blinked at him sleepily. "But I- what-" Sexy photos seemed a bit risky, but her risk assessment was a little off-kilter at the moment. I'll address that later, she thought hazily.
"Relax, your face isn't in it." Apparently done, he tossed the mobile back aside. In efficient movements, he stripped off his clothes, revealing all that delicious muscle and skin as she watched. Climbing behind her, he put his hands on her hips. "Now, what do you want?"
"Please fuck me," she slurred. God, she was beyond ready.
"Where?" He traced a finger along the cleft of her ass. "So many pretty holes to choose from."
"My- my-" Damn him, damn him. "Why do you always make me say it?" she whined.
She could hear his grin. "Because you hate it so much."
"Shitheel," she muttered.
There was a sharp slap to her ass, making her yelp. "Watch your attitude, woman, or I'll put the toy back in."
Oh no, no no no. "Sorry," she said quickly, "sorry, please don't."
He soothed down the smack, rubbing his thumb in small circles. "Be good, and I won't. So you were saying?"
Groaning, she pushed her face into the pillow. "Please fuck me in my- my cunt."
He yanked her head up. "Can't hear you."
"God, fine! I want your dick in my cunt, please, Jacob!"
He rewarded her with a solid fuck of a thrust, making her yelp happily as she stretched around him. God bless teenage boys and their quick refractory period. His breath was hot on her back, his fingers tightening on her waist. "Was that so hard?"
It was hard to properly meet his thrusts with her hands bound, but she tried anyway, rocking back and forth as best she could. "Please-" she moaned, desperate, hungry for him, trying to swivel her hips.
"Oh Evie," he sighed happily, tracing his fingers down her back and making her shiver. "If only they could see you now. Top of the class, teacher's pet, team captain- tied up and loving it, absolutely begging to be fucked."
She managed a grin over her shoulder. "If only they could see you- tough guy Jacob, buying flowers and chocolates like a lovesick-"
"Enough," he snarled, thrusting so roughly that she gasped and skidded forward a little on the mattress. "I don't feel like you're really getting the point of this punishment, do you?"
He pulled out of her and she frowned, turning to try and see what was happening; he shoved her head back down roughly, and she squirmed as she felt him press the vibrator back in. "Oh no- no no no, please no, I can't-" It buzzed to life and she kicked her heels frantically, socks scraping against the mattress. The break was enough that she wasn't sore any more, but it was still overwhelming, tingling spreading from her hips right down to the tips of her toes, the remnants of too many orgasms still racing through her body.
"Think about that next time," he growled, before he pushed back in beside the vibrator and oh God she was so tender and everything felt so good and raw and oh God- oh God-
She had to bite down on the pillow to stop from screaming bloody murder as she came. Her whole body trembled at the impact, Jacob relentless as he pounded into her, pressing a hand between her shoulder blades as he fucked her into the mattress.
Words became impossible as he thrusted, over and over and over until the passage of time became meaningless, until there was nothing but the sheets under her fingers and Jacob inside of her, filling her perfectly like they were meant to fit together this way, like they were never meant to stop, no matter the consequences. All she could do was feel- distantly, she could tell that she was making a series of breathy noises, but she couldn't have said if she was trying to speak or just wordlessly trying to express the ecstasy of being fucked senseless.
His breathing gradually became ragged until he finished again with a few last, powerful thrusts, spilling into her with a grunt as she keened. As he withdrew, he reached down pulled out the vibrator as well, leaving her jelly-limbed and shaking on the bed, stretching out to press her burning hips against the cool and soft sheets.
Untying her, he rubbed the blood back into her wrists, pulling her against his chest and pressing soft kisses to her neck. "Lesson learned, I think?"
She just nestled back into him, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.
"So that thing was worth every penny, right?" Jacob murmured, laughing as she made a mock-outraged noise, grinning and twisting to swat him with a pillow.