Chapter 11

 

Following the Path

Melissa

 

 

The next few months were the best time of my life. Twice a week I attended classes at Northwestern and studied regularly to keep my grades up. Even though Infidelity guaranteed my acceptance, I wasn’t about to lose another scholarship. Peyton visited two to three days a week. Most of the time we were together was spent in the apartment. Once in a while, we went on walks or had a picnic by the lake, the basket filled with cheeses, fruits, crackers, and something sweet for dessert. A couple of times, Peyton slipped a cold bottle of wine in the basket to have with our lunch. It didn’t matter that I was only eighteen. All that mattered was the fun we had after I drank too much.

The sex between us was hot. Peyton enjoyed finding a reason to punish me, and I went out of my way for the punishment. His punishments took me to ecstasy. I learned the best way to incite his wrath was to send pictures of myself in lingerie. That was guaranteed to earn me a spanking by his magical hands.

“Lie across the bed. Five with my belt.”

He rarely used his belt, but when he did, I came harder than ever. Peyton never just slapped my ass when he punished; no, he’d rub his fingers through the crease of my ass and then dip his long digits into my pussy. He’d pump his fingers until I was dripping, then suck my juices off of them. “Fuck, you taste like heaven.”

One night, I lay naked on the bed, face down, with my wrists looped into the straps attached to the headboard and each leg shackled to the post of the footboard. Next, Peyton blindfolded my eyes with the mask before he licked up and down my body.

He had a plan. I just didn’t know what it was yet.

One minute it was his tongue, and the next, the sting of his belt. After three lashes with the belt, he licked the welts on my ass. God, as bad as the belt hurt, his touch and tongue made me crazy. Two more swats and I needed something to help ease the pressure in my pussy. Sometime during the exercise, I’d managed to bunch the sheets under me in a ball and pushed into them for a little friction. Since I’d heard padded footsteps head toward the bathroom, I pushed even harder into the sheets, thinking he wouldn’t see. My ass was already on fire when the whoosh of the belt came across my ass again.

Whack.

“Fuck.”

"Bad girls get punished, not rewarded. Did you think I didn't notice your pussy flexing and your ass squeezing together? Here your punishment was over, and now we have a whole other transgression. Naughty, naughty.” His tone was playful. “You tried to take my enjoyment away.”

"Please fuck me. My pussy is aching with need."

"Sunshine, there will be no reward for you tonight. Maybe I'll leave you tied up all night, so you don't touch yourself. You need to learn your lesson."

"Peyton, please, I'll do anything, please."

"Anything, huh. How badly do you want to come?"

"I’ll do anything, please."

"Another punishment?"

"Yes! Yes! Whatever you want, just let me come." My body had more control over my mouth than my brain did. I didn’t think my ass would be able to take much more. I was ready to scream the safe word when he caressed me softly. He knew what he was doing. He would put me on edge to safe word him, and then pleasure me, so I wouldn’t. A chill from the air conditioning skirted across my skin, yet did nothing to cool the fire on my ass.

Peyton bent down. I couldn’t see him, but the peppermint breath said he was right in front of me. “I’ll let you choose your punishment, but once you’ve made a decision, it can’t be changed. Understood?”

“Yes.” Desire laced my voice. “Sir.” A hiccup bubbled out.

“Now your choices.”

“One. You lie here all night unsatisfied, and I pleasure myself. After I shoot my load all over your sexy-as-fuck body, your mouth will be filled with my dick to add to my pleasure, but you will not be allowed any relief.”

He ran his fingers up and down the crease of my ass and along what I assumed were welts from his belt. Slowly he slid a finger into me.

“Sweetheart, your pussy must really love my belt—you're wet as hell. And so is the sheet."

He was right. As bad as the belt hurt, I craved it.

“Two.”

“Please.” I wasn’t sure how much longer I would be able to go without relief.

“Two, I bend you over the bed, and spank your fine ass again. I’ll be generous since your ass is already welted from my belt. Three more with my belt and then ten with my hand.

“Two!” I wiggled and squirmed on the mattress, and his hand came down on my ass.

“Are you sure because I didn’t finish what that option two entailed.”

With my body aching from need, I didn’t care what else the option entailed as long as he would let me come. “Please, do whatever you want as long as I can come. Please.” I wasn’t ashamed to beg. Honestly, I wasn’t sure what I agreed to. I probably wouldn’t have agreed with what he had planned if I hadn’t been so desperate.

“Okay.”

He stood up and unshackled me. “Stand up straight, hands in the air. No touching.”

I stood up straight with my hands in the air as he pulled the restraints around the bed. My legs were fastened together, and there was a long cord connected to the wrist restraints that he dragged under the bed. He moved something around before he came back to me.

“Walk toward the bed. Closer. Good, now lean down with your arms over your head.” Soft pillows sat at the edge of the bed to hold my ass in the air. There must have been at least two the way my body angled toward the bed. My wrists were placed in the loops, and he pulled it tight. With my arms and legs secured with the bungee cord, I was trapped in place.

"Blindfold or no blindfold?"

“Blindfold." I wasn't sure if I wanted to see what he had planned for me; plus, it always added to the anticipation. Peyton leaned over me and leaned his dick into my ass.

He tapped my lips with his finger. "Open.”

My mouth opened, and he shoved the sheet that had been bunched under me in it. “Suck on the sheets your greedy pussy used."

My mind and body were on sensory overload. I felt something cold drip down the crack of my ass and then his finger slide into my puckered hole. My ass clenched automatically.

"Relax. It will only hurt for a minute. I need to prepare you for the second part of your punishment."

I exhaled a breath through my nose and tried with all my might to relax. From what I had read, the more relaxed, the easier it slides in.

"Push back and relax."

I felt more cold goo drip on whatever pressed against the rim of my hole. Another push and my ass filled with something. It was cool and felt strange as it slid in.

“It’s a butt plug,” Peyton said as he moved it in and out, stretching me.

The pain subsided once he had it firmly seated in my ass. It wasn’t enjoyable but tolerable. Peyton leaned over me again, placing pressure on the plug.

"Now, the first part of your punishment is the butt plug. You’re not to move. Do you understand?"

I couldn’t answer. My arms and legs were immobile, and my mouth was occupied with the sheets saturated from my earlier desire. I couldn’t imagine how I looked with my ass in the air and the toy sticking out of my cheeks. The next thing I heard was the chair from the corner scraping on the floor behind me, followed by the sound of Peyton lowering his zipper.

“Melissa, you look beautiful. It’s a shame my dick has to be satisfied with my hand.”

Though I couldn’t speak, my pussy begged and pleaded for him to satisfy me. I needed to come—he promised to let me come. A final grunt filled the air as his hot cum squirted over me. He rubbed his fingers through the cum and swirled it all around my back and ass.

“Sweetheart, your cunt is dripping all over the floor. Maybe I should make you lick it up too, once I’m done fucking you.”

Screams of pleasure were muffled by the sheet and replaced with moans. The only thing I could do was squirm and squeeze against the plug inserted into my ass, but nothing helped or eased my need. I wasn't sure how long I stayed that way. I was about to give up when fire once again flashed across my ass.

"Melissa, normally I would have you count, but your mouth is full."

Two more strikes across my ass with the belt, then it dropped to the floor. His hand took over slapping my ass over and over. Each blow sent the butt plug deeper into my ass. Tears sprang and dripped down my cheeks. I wasn’t sure if it was from the pain or pleasure, but I refused to release the sheet from my mouth. Relief overtook me and my ass when he finally stopped.

"Your ass is so beautiful. The red welts lining your perfect ass and the butt plug wedged between your perfect cheeks makes me even harder."

His hands danced across my backside and turned the butt plug several times before his dick slammed into my pussy hard. It was the strangest feeling; my ass burned and plugged and a mouth full with my own desire as Peyton thrust in and out of my pussy. I’d never felt so full. I was seconds from release when he stilled. I wanted to scream and shout for him to continue, but this was my punishment for taking away his pleasure.

Peyton pet my head as he removed the plug. "You took the first part of your punishment like a good girl, so I’ve decided you deserve a reward. But first, I get my reward and the rest of your punishment. It’s time for your ass to meet my dick."

Peyton lined up his dick, pushed in, and repeated the in-and-out motion. A sudden pain flashed through my ass, passing once he fully seated himself inside me. My eyes rolled back, and ecstasy took over. He reached around and rubbed my clit until we both came.

The only thing that kept me on my feet were the restraints. When we were both satisfied, I was satiated and thoroughly exhausted. My body lost all tension. I couldn’t stand if I wanted. It was then that Peyton threw the pillows toward the headboard, untied me, lifted me into his arms, and placed me in the center of the mattress. I felt the bed dip as he pulled my limp body to him. My head lay on his chest with my arm over his stomach.

“Sleep, sweet girl.”

“Peyton.”

“Yes?”

“I love you.”