Sophie's Secrets Pt. 04

5. Punishment

Mark

"She's killing me, Ben, I don't know what to do."

Reuben Weston and I sat on the screened-in porch of his big southern-styled mansion sipping whiskey. It was a Friday evening, and I'd come over to his house for some much-needed advice.

"You can't let her know I'm giving you details about our sex life. Well, our... not-sex life," I clarified.

"Of course not." Ben reassured me. "She'd explode into a puff of embarrassed pink smoke, and glitter, and... whatever else little girls are made of."

"Sugar and spice and seduction," I muttered. "The little hussy."

"She's been pushing you?" he asked, raising an eyebrow as if he were surprised.

"Pushing is an understatement." I swallowed the rest of my drink, and Mr. Weston topped me off as I continued. "Wearing shorts that she knows are too short, biting her lip on purpose, being all sweet and cute because she knows what gets me off..." just thinking about it gave me half a hard-on. "Today I got home from work, and she was lounging in a swimsuit by the pool. She didn't even own a swimsuit! She purposefully went out and bought a swimsuit just to get my attention. Laying on her stomach hiking the damn bottoms up so her ass is hanging out," I muttered the last part. God, had it been a sight to behold too.

"Did you do what I suggested?"

"Tease her, leave her hanging, and then tell her not to touch herself? Yeah, but I'm sure she didn't do it. She couldn't look me in the eye the next day and I called her out on it."

"What did you do?"

"Took her toys away. Locked them up in my room. Gave her a good scolding. But now she's even worse. I thought I had a high sex drive. Ben, she's a mess. She dropped chocolate chip cookies off at the garage the other day."

"Well... she does make good cookies."

"Yeah, but she wore that little sundress I bought her for our honeymoon, the one that barely covers her ass. All the guys were gawking at her, I nearly threw her in the back of the truck and drove off with her like a damn caveman." I shook my head. "She knew I would, too. She knew seeing other guys look at her would drive me insane."

Reuben didn't laugh often, but when he did, it sounded like thunder. "I didn't think she had it in her. Silly little girl, trying to top from the bottom."

"Yeah, that's exactly what she's doing."

Reuben smirked, and took another sip of his whiskey, swirling the amber around in his glass. What was left of the ice cube disintegrated.

"Well, under normal circumstances, I'd suggest forced orgasms multiple times a day until it's out of her system and she learns to behave. But since you two are trying your best to honor God's law, and eloping is out of the question because Alex and Jake would both kill you... I think a punishment is your best bet."

"I've scolded her, and I've been completely ignoring her advances the past few days," I said. "But I don't think it's enough. She really is a good girl... she's just too horny to function right now. I told her yesterday I wasn't going to kiss her goodnight except on the cheek, and she got really upset. Like, genuinely upset. I can't do that again, it broke my heart... Although, she was good that night... no trying to seduce me. But it can't be anything cruel, she is still Sophie after all."

"Withholding affection isn't your best bet. You interpret it as cause-effect, they interpret it as lack of love... Spanking?"

"Turns her on."

"Corner time?"

"She dissociates for hours, she wouldn't even notice it."

"Fifty lines?"

"Ben, she journals like eight pages a day in her diary."

"Hmm..." Reuben glanced at me. I didn't see that look often, but when I did see it, I paid attention.

The beast was rearing his head.

"Well... in that case, maybe the opposite of my initial reaction is called for. How do you feel about a little payback, Baker?"

Sophie

I was absolutely dying.

I never realized how often I used my toys until Mark took them away. And of course, I wanted to use them even more now that they were off limits, and my fingers just weren't cutting it.

Mark had known right away that I'd broken my promise and made myself come the night after my spanking in the woods, and he'd taken my toys away. I'd tried being really good a few days afterwards, and asking for my toys back, but he said I couldn't have them back until after the wedding. So I launched my attack. Maybe if I was bad enough, he'd see how badly I needed them, and give them back.

Living in the same house as Mark without being married to him was awful. We still had our personal space, our own rooms, and there were plenty of people in the common areas... but whenever we were together, even if there were other people around, the tension between us was off the charts.

How was I going to make it through the last week?

I'd spent the afternoon by the pool, enjoying the sun and the water and trying to get a tan. And, okay, I'd purchased a swimsuit just to get his attention. It was a super modest two-piece that covered just about everything, and I made sure my tummy was covered, and I had a little wrap I wore around my waist and a shirt to cover up in while I walked around, but there was hardly anyone by the pool since only a few residents had moved in so far. So yeah, I totally made sure Mark saw my ass when he got home from work.

He'd pursed his lips, his eyes flashing, and turned on his heel and gotten back in his car and drove away without even saying a word. Oops. pushed too far this time, I thought. I was pretty sure he wasn't actually mad at me, just frustrated.

I'd felt a little guilty about it, but the look on his face was totally worth it. He'd forgive me when I brought him brownies tonight and kissed his neck.

The evening ticked on, and I was starting to get worried, but he eventually came home. I heard his truck rumble and crunch over the gravel in the parking lot. I was in the kitchen baking his triple chocolate brownies with the windows open to help keep the room cool, humming along to Brian and Scott's newest album.

I could feel when Mark walked into the kitchen. I looked up and smiled at him, but my expression faltered when I saw the look on his face.

He looked smug as hell. And that wasn't what I expected based on the way he'd practically stormed off campus earlier in the evening after seeing me in my swimsuit.

Mark looked from me to the pan cooling on the stove. "Oh sweetheart... those aren't going to be enough to save you." Then he walked down the hall towards the elevator.

A shiver ran through my whole body. For the first time since we'd gotten together, I thought maybe, just maybe, I was actually in trouble.

***

The rest of the night passed without incident. Mark seemed his normal laid-back self, and practically jumped on the Murphys when they came through the door with their rolling suitcases and instrument cases. He helped them move into their rooms upstairs, jammed with them a little in the music room, and then sent me upstairs to change and get ready for bed.

"But I'm not--"

"Now."

I shut my mouth. The look on his face was serious. Not playful, not sexy.

I felt myself deflating, and hurried up the stairs to change. I put on my most boring nightgown that went down to my ankles, kept my bra on, and even put on panties just so I wouldn't be tempted to try anything. I sat on my bed with the door cracked, and waited.

The waiting was hard. I kept thinking about all the ways I'd pushed him, when I should have just been patient. I was making it harder on both of us, I knew that.

But why did he want us to wait anyway? I wasn't pure, I wasn't a virgin. We both knew that. So what did it really matter? He'd always just assumed it was the right thing to do. And part of me knew that it was, because that's what the Bible said, right? But did it matter, if I was already damaged goods?

After thirty minutes of sitting on my bed and being lost in my own head, the door creaked open, and then closed. The deadbolt clicked shut. Normally, I loved that sound. Today, it made me anxious.

I found myself looking down at my hands, unable to look up at Mark. I didn't want to see that disappointed expression on his face again. I'd worked myself up into an almost frantic state of mind, hoping he wasn't too angry at me, and that he was just tired and stressed and horny like I was.

Mark sighed deeply and I heard him set something down on the ground. I heard the rustle of a plastic bag. Tentatively, I looked up at him. He was standing across from me, thumbs tucked into his pockets, studying me.

He didn't look mad. But then again, I'd never really seen him angry before. I looked back at my hands.

"Sophie... Why are you pushing me like this, baby?"

"I... I love you. And I... want to be close to you. I want to be with you."

Mark sat beside me on my bed and took my face in his hands. "I want to be close to you too, baby. But we're going to wait until next Sunday, whether you like it or not."

"Why," I said, and I felt my eyes well up, and my lips zip shut.

Damnit.

My hands flew to my lips and my fingers pushed and touched them, like I was making sure they were still there. I hated when this happened. I felt like all the words I needed to say were caught up in my mouth and I couldn't get them out.

Mark leaned over and kissed me on the cheek, and I turned my face to meet his lips. He kissed me softly, sweetly. No crazy making out, no raging desperation, just sweet and loving kisses.

"Because you deserve someone to respect you."

Another kiss on my cheek.

"Because you deserve someone to actually keep a promise they've made to you for once."

Another kiss on my nose.

"Because I said so."

Another kiss on my lips.

"Are you... mad at me?" I asked around his lips.

Mark sighed. "Baby... no. I'm not mad, I'm just... I need you to be good for nine more days."

He meant it, I could tell. I nodded. "Okay," I said. "I will." And I meant it.

Mark smiled. "I know. I know you will... because I'm not going to give you a choice."

Confused, I pulled away from his mouth to look at him, but his mouth chased mine, leaning in as I pulled back. I scooted back slightly to look at him, but he scooted closer to me, moving us farther up onto my bed.

Then he caught my wrists and pushed me down on my back, and I forgot why I was trying to pull away. Because the feeling of Mark holding my hands down above my head while he tenderly made love to my mouth was all I could focus on. My head swam and I felt the aching fire in the pit of my stomach go from a spark to a full-on flame in just a few moments. I sighed as one of his hands caressed the side of my face.

Then there was something on my wrists; cold and hard. I heard a click. I stopped kissing him and turned my head and looked up.

What was... "Huh?" Bracelets?

No. Wait.

His voice was soft and tender, but his words sent a shiver down my spine. "You're going to be good, baby, because you've officially lost control of yourself, and I'm going to take care of your control for you. Okay?" Mark kissed the side of my neck as I stared at the metal handcuffs around my wrists.

Mark had somehow managed to loop the handcuff chain around the post of my bed while he'd distracted me, and now I was stuck, on my back, completely helpless. I gasped at the realization. I was so turned on, and so nervous. What exactly did he have planned?

I shuddered as he brought his hands down to my hips, squeezing and kneading my hips and stomach a little with the most tender touches, and sliding his hands under my nightgown. I felt my eyes roll back and I let out a moan as his finger dipped into my navel. Oh fuck, he'd never done that before.

"Quiet, baby, or I'll have to gag you."

Oh hell. Would he really? I never really thought gags were something I'd like, but the thought of Mark putting something in my mouth to shut me up made me gush between my legs.

His hands worked lower, squeezing my thighs and pulling up my nightgown inch by inch. I was quivering with need by the time he got it bunched up to my waist.

Mark leaned over and kissed my tummy with a soft brush of his lips, and then let his tongue trail down my skin and flick over my belly button. I gasped and nearly cried out, but he slammed a hand over my mouth tightly, looking up at me with his intense bright eyes.

He bent back down and kissed me there again, keeping my mouth covered, and still looking me in the eye. I could barely breathe and it was making my head spin in the best way.

"You know what happens to bad little girls who tease?" he whispered hoarsely.

I nodded. Mark pulled his hand away from my mouth and put his face close to mine, and whispered against my lips. "They get teased. The fuck. Back. And this time, Sophie, you don't get what you want when you're done."

Then I felt his hands slide up my legs, hook around my panties, and pull them down.

My mouth popped open. And I gasped. "Mark!" I whispered as hard as I could. I didn't think he'd actually do that.

Not like I had a problem with it.

But I was still confused. He just said I didn't get what I wanted, so what was he...

I tried to sit up and see, but he'd pulled me so my arms were straight up above my head and I had no space to lift up. He disappeared from my field of vision, and I heard some strange sounds; a rustling of a bag.

I'd completely forgotten about the bag he'd brought in.

Mark was back on the bed a moment later, pinning my legs down into the bed with his own.

"Mark," I murmured. "What are you... Mark. Hey... Wait. No," I said, feeling something slide under my butt. And then around my waist.

No. Oh hell no.

"No," I said louder.

"I will still totally gag you if you say another word, Sophie Cormon."

No please not this.I felt my eyes well up and I strained to lift my head.

He was. He really was. He was locking me up.

"Mark," I cried.

He looked up at me from buckling the belt around my waist, his eyes on fire. I could see him hard as a rock through his jeans. He was loving this! This wasn't fair! I promised I would be good, I--

Before I knew what he was doing, he grabbed my chin and forced my mouth open, and shoved something in my mouth. It took me a moment to realize it was my panties. My wet, dirty panties with my cum all over them.

I felt my pussy clench, and my head fell back as the smallest ripple of pleasure shot through me. Not nearly enough to satisfy, but definitely still an orgasm.

"You'll be having a lot of those over the next week, or so I'm told," he said, massaging and squeezing my thighs. "Spontaneous orgasm. So much pleasure, but no release. Isn't that right, babygirl?" Another strip of something moved under my butt and between my legs. I tried to pull my thighs together, but he'd already trapped them under his own weight.

I tried to say his name, but it came out muffled around my panties. I felt my tears escaping and rolling down the sides of my face as I felt the belt between my legs tighten. Then he reached into his pocket and removed something small and silver.

A little lock. Silver, and shaped like a heart.

I shook my head and cried but he just smirked. "Keep crying for me baby, you're so pretty when you cry for me."

I turned my head and hid my face in my arm, and winced as I heard the click of the lock snap into place. Mark moved off my legs and leaned over and kissed the inside of my thighs, licking them and lapping up the juices that had spilled from me.

"You poor needy thing. You're so wet from me locking you up, aren't you?"

I shook my head again, but he was right. My pussy was throbbing and quivering and I was wetter than I'd ever been. Was that just from him taking off my panties and gagging me with them? Or from the belt?

I was too needy to think straight. "Please," I tried to say. But I sounded like a baby who couldn't talk.

"What was that sweetheart?" he said, climbing off my legs to lay beside me, and tucking me against him.

I tried to pull away from him. I was horny and mad and upset and frustrated, and a little pissed off. How dare he! This wasn't at all how this was supposed to go! But he held on tight to me, and he was so much stronger than me, that I gave up and cried into his chest.

He tilted my chin up and pulled my panties out of my mouth, and then looked at them, smiling. He met my eyes. "You left quite a mess on these..." He brought them to his nose, inhaled deeply, and closed his eyes. "I think I'll save these for later." He tucked them into his back pocket.

He was going to masturbate to my dirty panties.

"Oh fuck," I cried out again, and another tiny ripple of pleasure shot through my body. I bit my lip. "I... Mark please..." I looked up at him. "Please, I'll be good, I promise, I'll never tease again." I tried to stay as quiet as I could as I begged, not caring how stupid I sounded. "Please, please let me out, I need it, I need to come so bad, it hurts, and... please, I'll be good, please, I promise..." I trailed off as I cried a little more.

I could tell from his face it wasn't going to work. He was enjoying himself way too much.

He'd warned me, before we ever started dating, that he was an asshole. That he was mean and it was fun for him. That he wanted to tease me and dominate me. That he thought I was pretty when I cried.

I hadn't believed him. Not really. Or maybe, I had a little, but I hadn't realized what that meant for me.

Mark looked at me with such tenderness and pleasure, with a soft smile on his face. He stroked my cheek and let his thumb smooth over my bottom lip. Subconsciously, I opened my mouth for his thumb. He smiled wider and let it dip into my mouth, and I sucked, closing my eyes and imagining his hard, hot, velvet length between my lips and on my tongue. I let my tongue explore his thumb, and then took as much of it as I could.

It still wasn't enough. But sucking on him like that made me feel at least a little better, and my tears started to dry up.

"Is that better, baby?" he asked. He kissed me on the cheek again.

I nodded, not wanting to let go of his thumb yet, but he gently pulled it from my mouth. I let it go with a little pop.

"Don't worry, sweetheart." He rolled me over and pulled me against him, wrapping an arm around me and pressing his lips into my neck. He whispered, "It's only nine days."

I shivered at his words.

He kissed me a few more times, and I couldn't help but grind against him. I could feel him pressing against me; how could I resist? I could feel the dull throb in my hips, and no matter how I moved or squirmed or ground myself on him, I could feel no relief. The stupid belt was pressed flush against my skin, but it was rounded and cupped in a way that nothing was touching my clit or my pussy. I whimpered in frustration.

He chuckled and said, "See, baby? This is why you're in a fucking chastity belt." His words hardened as he spoke, and he rolled me onto my tummy and shoved my legs wide apart, and ground himself into my ass.

He humped me and thrust himself against me, his mouth against my neck. "Fuck Sophie I can't wait to use you. I'm going to fuck you just like this, you hear me?" He bit down on my shoulder. I cried out, but my face was in the pillow.

"Fuck," he said, and forced himself away from me. I was splayed out on my bed like a ragdoll, unable to move. I was teetering right on the edge, but could get absolutely no stimulation.

I laid there as he dragged himself off the bed. I could hear him adjusting himself, but I didn't even have the energy to look up. Finally he walked back over to the side of the bed, and rolled me onto my back. He smoothed my hair off my face, took off my glasses and set them on the nightstand, and grabbed Bubbles and Rex -- my two favorite bedtime snuggle buddies -- and set them on either side of me. He pulled the blanket up to my chin and tucked all three of us in, and gave me another kiss on the cheek, and then on the forehead, then on the lips.