Good Punishment

Author note: Instead of doing logical things, I write smut that's directed at certain people. Also, I don't own Pepsi. Good things would happen if I did.

Good Punishment

"So did you have plans for dinner?"



"Yeah," I always did. "You look like you'll taste good."



"I'm not proper food, though.."



"No. You're so much better." I swirl the remaining pepsi around in my glass and shrug. "But if you'd prefer to skip that part and just have me cook and be your maid, that's fine." It wasn't fine at all.



"Your pepsi will be flat by the time I'm done with you. Finish it." The pull on my arm had me smiling.



"I have an idea for it, actually, so don't worry about it. It won't go to waste."



"You're going to drink it while I fuck you? That could get messy."



"Not quite."



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I waited until his dick was slick, saliva and precome dribbling down but I had taken to playing, no longer working on him so hard. Pressing my tongue hard against him I switched between licking and sucking the droplets away, mouthing at his head and all the way down to the base. But he was growing impatient.



"And the pepsi was for what?"



I pull away from his groin, blindly grabbing for the glass and taking some of the liquid into my mouth. Finger and thumb wrapped around him, I position closed lips against skin, taking him in slowly, angling myself so the tip of his dick hits fizzing liquid pooled in my mouth. When he thrusts forward I feel strong fingers on the back of my head, pushing me to him, pepsi running out from the corners of my mouth. The next thrust has him hitting the back of my throat, hard and wet. Pepsi and saliva mix as they're forced down my throat, cold and making me shudder. At the same time the remaining pepsi in my mouth moves over my tongue, back and forth with his thrusts until none remains.



And then he was pulling away, leaving my jaw aching and the rest of my body begging.



"You made a mess."



Looking down I realise he's correct, stray liquid having hit my thighs and rolled down onto the tiles.



"People that make mess don't get dick. Did you know that?"



"I-I didn't mean to. If you... If you let me have it again, I'll show you how sorry I am?" It was worth a try.



"I don't think so."



"So what do you think?"



"I think you need to be punished for what you did."



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Some of the extra ribbon holding up my hair had been dragged free and tied around my wrists, holding them above my head as I laid on his bed. The silky material was tight, stopping all movement. Laid on my stomach I felt at my most vulnerable, barely able to see where he was or what he was doing.



"So, are you sorry?"



"I already said I was sorry."



"I don't believe you. Tell me how much you miss my dick."



"I... I miss it so much. I miss your hands on the back of my head, grabbing my hair. I miss you forcing your way into my throat and pounding into me hard." I squirm over his sheets. Good punishment. I could do nothing.



"What else do you miss?"



"I miss your hands-"



"Oh? Where do you like them?"



"Ugh." I groan at the thought and stop trying to figure out where he is all the time, closing my eyes. "I like them on my ass, over my thighs and stomach. I like being fed your fingers and suckling on them."



"You like them on your ass like this?"



I feel hands grabbing flesh and moan, rolling my hips into his touch, nodding. I don't care if I'm pulling on my wrists; it's worth it for that touch. They move, down to kneading my thighs before up to my stomach, thumbs stroking skin as I shift, giving him room.



"What do you say?"



"Sorry and, ugh, please?"



"Please what?" He thinks I'm opposed to saying it. I'm not.



"Please fuck me."



"But you were bad."



"But... You give.. Good punishment." I feel the bed move and his thighs against mine, a hand on my stomach pulling me up until I'm on my knees.



"Punishment isn't meant to be a good thing, bunny. It's meant to teach you a lesson."



"I'm pretty sure it had the desired effect. No more mess or you'll leave my body dying for you. I get it. Now if you would just..." I grind against him, moaning softly and looking over my shoulder at him.



"If you let me, I'll show you just how sorry I am."