Dana
I can barely look at Jude through the day without squirming in my seat. I have been working today on learning how to write a good resume, how to do cover letters, and how to customise my cover letters based on what I am applying to.
"What're you up to?" Jude's voice startles me. I jump in my seat and turn around to see him peering down at me. A languid smile covers his lips.
I blink up at him as if I was doing something wrong.
"Um..." I stutter. Jude walks around and takes a seat next to me.
"You're acting like you did something wrong," he teases. But there is a dark edge to his voice.
I shake my head.
"You caught me by surprise. Actually my head is just all over the place... Did you know it's actually not as easy as just applying for jobs. Apparently my resume isn't really up to scratch," I try to explain. "I've been applying a bit-- but mostly working on making my resume and cover letters better."
Jude nods at me as I speak. "I understand. You really seem like you're putting an effort in," he says.
"Thanks," I huff.
I'd have thought I'd have run out of steam by this point. I thought at least I'd want something to smoke or something to drink...but I am okay. It has only been a day and a half, but Jude has been keeping me busy. If I'm not at the computer he is chatting with me or he gets me to help with the cooking and washing up.
Last night we watched a movie then he kept me more than busy. The pressure isn't on yet. I also think the new environment has helped my mind shift. But, I don't think I am healed, I don't think I am all better over night. It's not like I have completely changed as a person, if I somehow got the opportunity to go out clubbing I'd jump.
"So what are you doing these days?" I ask Jude. "I mean...unless your pay out was so good you don't even need to work anymore."
Jude chuckles and shakes his head. "No, no. I'm taking a few months off but then I'll have a job. I'll probably get something where I can work from home."
"You said that like it's a threat." I can't help but chuckle. I put my hand over my mouth and shake my head.
"Yeah well, someone's got to keep an eye on you."
A flutter goes through my stomach. I don't know why. I guess the idea that someone cares enough to keep an eye on me.
"What do you think I'll do if you're at work for 8 hours or whatever?"
"I don't know Didi. You clearly have a tendency to be bad. Maybe you'll throw a party or neglect yourself...or something else I disapprove of."
I scrunch my face up.
"I wouldn't throw a party...might sneak out to one," I admit, a smirk across my face. He's being so playful I can't help it. I have practically forgotten about the spanking he gave me two days ago.
"A party between 9 and 5?"
I shrug. He has a point.
"I'm just saying I wouldn't risk your house. I wouldn't risk my ass..." I say, half serious, half joking in my tone.
"You're learning quickly. Keep it up and you'll be getting more rewards." Jude winks.
I ignore him and turn back to my screen. He is going to be the death of me.
"What would you like for lunch, Didi?" He then asks, pulling me back in.
"A nice sandwich," I say. It's the first thing that comes to my head. "With fresh vegetables and meat, please."
Jude chuckles.
"I'll see what I can do."
***
As Jude gets to work making lunch I look at my cover letters and my stomach squeezes. I don't want to do anything anymore today. I'm exhausted. I push the laptop away and pull my phone out, scrolling as I wait for my lunch.
Soon he comes back with it and sets a sandwich down in front of each of us.
Jude eyes me, my gaze meets his. I feel like the cat who ate the canary.
"What's going on?" Jude asks.
"I'm tired Jude. I've been working all morning," I try to explain to him. The whimper is clear in my voice.
He nods and sits adjacent to me.
"Take a break, we'll have lunch and go for a walk then you can try some more. Okay?"
I guess that will suffice. I nod in agreement and Jude smiles at me.
***
After lunch and our walk Jude leaves me to my own devices. He said he would go to the backyard to do some work, then he told me to behave before disappearing.
I tried, I did. I tried my best to do what I was meant to do, but it's been 3 hours since then and I haven't made any progress. Maybe Jude won't question me, maybe I can just try again tomorrow.
I sigh and pull up my favourite clothing website. Maybe once I get my finances in order I can start overhauling my wardrobe too.
I get lost in my own thoughts, scrolling and scrolling.
"Working hard, baby?"
Jude's deep voice comes from behind me.
"Oh..." I jump. Spinning around I see Jude looking down at me, he places a palm against my face. I almost lean into his warm touch, but I hold back the urge. He doesn't look angry as he stares down at me, just completely calm.
"Oh?" he echoes, teasing me.
"Oh yeah, my resume..."
Jude runs a thumb over my cheek before letting go and sitting down on the chair next to mine. He pushes the laptop, angling it to face him and me at the same time.
"What are we shopping for? This is a pretty skirt," Jude says. The teasing in his voice has me squirming in my seat. He was much more serious the last time he spanked me. This is a different tone. I don't understand if he is mad or if he is letting me get away with it. All I know is that right now he is mind fucking me.
"I was really tired... I have been doing this all day Jude. I, I was done," I stammer. Maybe if I can explain to him he will go easy on me.
"I thought maybe you just stopped, are you telling me you've been doing this since the moment I left you alone?" Jude raises a brow.
He's got me. Why didn't I think to lie to him? I think a part of me just assumed he'd know.
"Um," I bite my lip.
"You're not very good at being bad. What am I going to do with you?"
I chew on my lip as I stare at Jude. He looks at me like he knows what's going on on the inside of my head. I guess, out of everyone in the world, he would. I was able to speak to Jude these past few years about things I couldn't speak with anyone else about. Jude knew how I was before my mother left with that scumbag boyfriend of hers. Even now, when I know I'm going to be in trouble I can't help but look at him with soft eyes.
"I don't know..."
"If you're doing university and working at once you'll need more stamina than what, four hours?" he asks. He's got me there, but what am I meant to say to that?
"Four is a lot..."
"Most people work for eight hours, you know that right?" Jude points out.
"That is true...I guess I'll have to work on it," I shrug. Jude chuckles and grabs my chair pulling it right against his, his hands find my waist, lifting me, and pulling me into his lap. I wrap my arms around his neck instinctually.
"I'm going to have to spank you," he tells me.
I shake my head. The way he is holding me, speaking to me, it makes me shrink. A rock sinks in my gut but I'm not anxious, it's a different foreign feeling I am unused to.
"No?" Jude raises a brow.
"No, well, you really don't have to Judy," I reply.
"Do you really think that is the wisest choice for you right now, to call me that?"
Before I can say a thing Jude is standing up with me in his arms. He carries me, princess style, I wrap my arms around his neck, holding him. He walks us through the house and into my room. Oh no, is he always going to punish me in here? I suck in a sharp breath, nerves going up through my spine.
"You're going to spank me aren't you?" I ask as we walk into the room.
"Yes, you know the rules baby. I told you, if I don't see you putting an effort in, I'm going to spank you."
I huff. The way he is speaking is making it so I can't think straight. He's being so calm about the whole thing. I thought, when it happened it would be much stricter, much more aggressive. This is disarming me more than I ever thought it could. If anything, he's making it feel like I do deserve this spanking, making me want to submit to it.
Jude moves through the room swiftly and next thing I know I am over his lap on the bed. He is rubbing my asscheek over my cotton shorts.
"You're so calm," I blurt.
"What?"
"You... I thought there'd be a lot more I don't know, like," I stammer, trying to get my thoughts out. "Like when you first spanked me."
Jude just laughs at me. He pulls my shorts down, then tugs up my sweater. Soon I am in nothing but a crop top, which he promptly removes. I think he enjoys the humiliating aspect of me being completely naked for my spankings.
"You know you deserve it, you haven't given me any attitude. You can always give me an attitude one of these days and see where it gets you. But I really don't recommend it," Jude tells me. This time his voice drops an octave and his finger trails dangerously close to my tight little asshole.
Oh no...
It feels like a threat.
Before I can say anything he pulls away and is rubbing my ass again. The way he touches me has pleasure spark through my body. My pussy is on edge waiting for him to touch me there, but I know he isn't going to. Involuntarily a moan escapes me. Jude laughs at my plight. God, this is so humiliating. This might be worse than the pain of an actual spanking.
Without warning Jude slams a palm against my ass cheek. I can't help the little squeal that escapes me. Another spank lands on the opposite cheek. My eyes widen and I buck my hips back, instinctively trying to get away from Jude and his mean hands. He pins me down with his other palm, just placing it firmly against my lower back. He is so strong it makes me feel tiny, especially being over his lap like this. He smacks me again, and again, now without pause between hits. Jude goes from one cheek to the other. I cry out but there is a moan laced between the notes of pain. My god. I hope he doesn't notice the state I am in.
I don't know how many times he spanks me over the coarse of the next few minutes. I am lost in the sensations and tactile things like time and the number of spanks escape me completely. It just feels like a never ending reign onto my ass.
"Oh baby," Jude begins to speak. I perk up, half hoping he will be done, and perhaps he will fuck me for being such a good girl and taking my spanking without complaint. Doubtful, but a girl can hope and dream. "You have got so fucking wet for me."
"Please," I moan.
Jude chuckles and stops spanking me to dive a hand between my legs. He touches my wet entrance. I am a bundle of pent up nerve endings and just the slightest stroke has me reeling with pleasure and almost jumping off of his lap. I have never been so pent up by a man as I have been with Jude. I think his refusal to fuck me and only use orgasms against me is part of his little game. I have no choice but to play it either if I want to get off. I'm here in his house in his domain and the game is by his rules.
"Please what?" Jude asks, laughing at me.
"Please, anything. I need your cock," I moan.
"Are you sure about that, baby?"
"I'm so fucking positive," I reply.
"Alright," Jude says, his voice mischievous. He grabs me by the waist and slides me off his lap, next thing I know I am on my knees between his legs. He pulls his cock out of his pants. God. I almost drool upon seeing it. His cock is magnificent. It's long and thick, aesthetically pleasing really as far as cocks go. It has one vein coming up the length of it, pulsing. It's so hard. So fucking hard.
"Are you going to fuck me?" I ask, mouth watering, looking up at him.
"You're going to suck my cock. If you want it so bad it can go in your mouth," Jude tells me.
"I do want it so bad..." I find myself agreeing. "But I'd prefer it in my pussy."
"Mouth or nothing and we continue your spanking," he replies.
I open wide without another word. Jude laughs at me as he grabs a wad of my hair and pulls my mouth over his cock. He fills me up and hits the back of my throat making me gag before I can even get the full length in. Fucking hell. How is this going to fit in my pussy? And that not so subtle threat of him touching my asshole? I'd be split in fucking two. Is Jude out of his god damned mind with that. Surely he was just messing with me.
He pulls his cock out, leaving the tip inside me, before sliding back into me. He fucks my face slowly, careful not to gag me again. I open my mouth wide, making myself as available for him as I can. If he let me have some control I would try what I know on him, use my tongue, vary the sensations, but this isn't a blow job, this is a face fuck. A gentle face fuck but a face fuck nonetheless.
Arousal hits me like a freight train. I can't hold it any longer, I push my free hand between my legs and start playing with my clit. I groan around his cock but Jude doesn't seem to notice why. I look up at him as I take his cock into my mouth over and over again, his eyes lock with mine as he uses my face. His hand tugs on my hair a little painfully.
My eyes begin to water. Pleasure takes over my body as my hands work on my clit. The way Jude is looking at me with those hungry animal eyes. I know it sounds strange but I'm so glad that I have him in my mouth at the very least. I feel feral for him. I don't recall honestly ever being so enthusiastic about one of my previous boyfriend's cocks. I have always loved sex but Jude is different. Jude makes me feel desperate for it.
My pussy clenches as pleasure rushes over me. Not only am I touching myself but how dirty and depraved the circumstances are is turning me on beyond belief. Open my mouth further allowing Jude as much access as he can get. He grunts and pushes forward a little, pressing against the back of my throat with his next thrust. I gag and sputter around his cock, he pulls the length out of me his eyes cast down to my face. He uses one hand to stroke his cock and his other hand to wipe the tears from my eyes.
What a gentleman.
"Are you touching yourself?" he questions me. I somewhat forgot that I probably should hide that from Jude. This was a punishment and I was using it as an oppurtunity to pleasure myself. I stare up at him with faux-innocent eyes and shake my head.
"No Sir," I just say. I don't know where the 'sir' came from but it just slipped out of my mouth.
"I am watching you play with your clit as we speak," Jude replies, incredulous.
I don't say another word just open my mouth wide. Jude groans as if he can no longer control himself before pushing his cock back into my mouth, hitting my throat on the first thrust.
"We'll talk about your behaviour afterward," he replies as he fucks my face.
I just moan around his cock as I continue touching my pussy. I press my clit in circles, pleasure erupting inside me. It all builds up to a peak and I moan around Jude's cock as my orgasm slams through my body. My eyes squeeze shut, strangled noises escaping me as Jude continued using my mouth.
"Are you going to swallow for me like a good girl?" he asks.
My eyes pull up to him and I try to say 'yes' with my eyes but I don't know if it translates. I don't know why I am feeling so willing. I am not usually one to be degraded like this but Jude has me wanting to be dirty.
"Fuck," he grunts. Ropes of cum stroke the inside of my mouth and then Jude pulls out of me. He is salty inside my mouth, I swallow him.
"Open up," he commands.
I unhinge my jaw for him. Jude leans down and holds my face in one large hand. I lean into him on instinct.
"You can be a good girl," he says.
"Does that mean I can get a reward?"
"After the stunt you pulled? You're lucky I don't take you over my knee again," he almost growls. "But, we need to go have some dinner. Maybe I should make you cook."
"Would you really trust my cooking Jude?" I chuckle.
"You can't cook?"
I shake my head. I wonder why he assumed I could cook? A smile spreads across Jude's face, he pushes his cock back into his pants and zips himself up.
"Get dressed, I'll be teaching you how to cook."
I gawk at him. Spankings I can handle...but cooking? No. I have fed myself through the years, sandwiches, cereal, salads, rotisserie chickens, so on and so forth. But, I've never cooked meals the way my parents did growing up.
"What are you waiting for?" Jude asks me. He leanes down and grabsme from beneath my arms and pulling me up. His grip is strong, I'm going to hae bruises on my ribs. Can he not just ask me to get up? What's wrong with him?
He pulls me onto his lap and pushes my hair away from my face.
"I was just thinking," I defend myself, huffing as I stare up at him.
"You need to be a lot quicker," he replies, chuckling.
"That why you man handled me?"
Jude chuckles. "Yes actually. If I took as long to respond to a command in the army as you do when I speak to you, they'd have kicked me out for being incompetent."
"Well, good thing I'm not in the army then," I reply.
Jude picks me up again and lays me down on the bed, he comes up on top of me. As he is hovering over me I can't help but think, are we going to kiss? But, my hopes are cut when his fingers come under my arms and he starts tickling me. I shake my head, squealing as he does so.
"No Jude please," I cry.
"Are you going to listen?"
"Yes, now please stop."
Jude lets up, laughing at me. "Now, go get dressed and cleaned up so I can teach you how to cook."
"Fine," I groan, rolling over.
***
"So, what are we cooking?" I ask, strolling into the kitchen. I had a quick shower and got dressed in some sweatpants and a crop top.
"I thought we'd try something easy. Grilled chicken, salad, and roast potatoes," Jude replies.
"That's not easy, that's three things," I gasp.
"We'll start with the work station and how to make cooking a multi-step meal easier," Jude replies, ignoring me. "Come here." He motions for me to approach as I am standing at the kitchen's perimeter. I nod and walk inside, joining Jude in front of the bench.
"Okay so, when making any meal you set out all your prep work first. This makes things run a lot smoother. But the other thing to consider is cook time. Marinating meat for example would be the first thing we need to do if we needed for a particular meal," he begins. I already feel like I am back at school, I guess I better get used to it.
"Right... Are we marinating the chicken?"
"Yes we are. Then what do you think we should do?" he asks. Oh no.
"I don't know..."
I don't know what has come over me but this feeling like I am stupid as I stare at the ingredients in front of us on the counter is making this experience feel like pulling teeth. I purse my lips and bite the inside of my cheek.
"Well, think about it. We're aiming to do things in an order that ensures the fastest finish time and take prep work into consideration, as well as cooking methods," Jude continues.
"I thought you were just going to show me how to physically cook. This is way too advanced... I don't need to know anyway. I can make sandwiches and noodles just fine," I humph. Jude bumps his side with mine, a light chuckle escapes him.
"You're being stubborn. But fine, I can just tell you and show you how to physically cook instead," he replies, putting strange emphasis on the word physically as if to mock my choice of words. Frustration claws up my spine, and anger flutters through me. I am going to explode.
"I'm not being stubborn. You're being mean to me because I don't know something."
"I'm not," Jude snaps back. "Now, just listen. We're going to marinate the chicken, set it aside, peel and chop the potatoes, prepare them and put them in the oven. In the mean time we will prepare the salad, then finally grill the chicken. Depending how everything is timed, the potatoes should be done shortly after the chicken is finished being grilled."
I stare down at the counter thinking over what Jude just said. When he puts it like that it sort of makes sense. I don't understand why he was playing games with me though and not just spitting it out in the first place. I thought cooking together would be fun, maybe, but it is proving to be frustrating.
"I can understand that," I finally reply.
"Should we begin then?" he asks. I turn and look up at him, tilting my head side to side for a moment before locking my gaze with his.
"Are you going to keep treating me like an idiot?"
"I'm not. I don't think you're an idiot. I think you're very smart and you have been choosing to be dumb for a very long time. Maybe you feel stupid for not knowing this but I don't think you are, I think you just never bothered to learn," he hisses. I can tell I am pissing him off, but tough cookies because he is pissing me off. I cross my arms over my chest.
"Fine, let's get on with it," I huff.
Jude looks like he is about to explode but holds it together. He turns back to the bench and starts giving me specific instructions on where the spices are and which ones to go get so we can start marinating the chicken.
***
Finally the potatoes are in the oven and now it is time to chop the salad.
"You have many knife skills?" Jude asks, coming up beside me.
"Sorta... I guess I can get around if I need to," I reply.
He chuckles and grabs an onion. I watch as he slices it in half and then pulls the skin off. He then follows the lines of the onion to chop thin slices.
"Now you try," he tells me.
I follow his steps, using the other half of the onion. I peel it then start chopping the way he did. My cuts don't look as nice but they'll do.
Jude nods and grabs a tomato. He slices it in half again and then cuts the half into slim semi-circles. When he motions toward the other half I follow suit. Soon the tomato is in the bowl with the sliced onion. Jude then grabs the head of lettuce.
"Do you know what a chiffonade is?" He raises a brow.
I look at Jude with wild crazy eyes. Is he being serious right now? "Do I look like I speak French?"
"I'm sorry I asked," Jude replies with a huff.
It's a head of romaine so it's not as big or as unwieldy as an iceberg lettuce. He pulls the letters apart with his hands until there is nothing left but the core then I watch as he takes the leaves to the sink and gives them a thorough wash. I watch the muscles in his arms as he moves over the water. I get lost staring at him waiting for him to come back. Soon, Jude returns and takes a quarter of the leaves. He stacked them one on top of each other before holding them and a tight lunch and then beginning to chop. Perfect ribbons of lettuce start coming out on the other side of his knife. My eyes grow wide.
"I can do that," I find myself declaring. "You make it look so easy."
Jude chuckles and hands over what he's doing. "I told you it's not difficult."
I grab the stacked lettuce and hold it together the same way Jude did. I begin to cut and it looks just like his. The ribbons fall on the cutting board and soon I am scooping them all up into the salad bowl.
"See," Jude says, poking my side. I jump at the feeling, glaring at him.
He leans down, grabbing me by the waist and pulling me to him. "What're you doing?" I ask.
A light laugh escapes Jude. "I'm going to kiss you," he replies.
Before I can think or breathe his lips capture mine. They're soft and mold against mine perfectly, his arm tangles around my waist and pulls me in until we're completely flush against one another. I groan into his mouth-- he is taking my breath away. This pales in comparison to the last kiss we shared together. This... My pussy tingles as he continues taking my mouth, dominating it with his. I part my lips and Jude's tongue darts inside. He uses his other hand to cup my face so tenderly I could cry, I can't help but lean into his warm embrace. At this moment I feel like I have completely surrendered to him.
When we finally pull back I am out of breath and looking up at Jude with wild eyes.
"I think it's time to grill the chicken," he tells me.
I nod, my mind in disarray.
As we start moving through the kitchen again, cooking together, all I can think about is my future in this house. How am I going to survive if we ever have to part? I already feel myself relying on Jude, not for physical things, I know I can always hop onto my feet, but for ephemeral intangible things.