Rebellious Little Hellion Pt. 02

Dana

Waking up I almost forget where I am. It's pitch black and I'm laying half naked in the middle of a bed. Jude must have left me here. I can't help but pout as I roll out of bed, I switch the light on and go into one of my suitcases to pull on some fresh clothes. The chill of autumn is beginning to hit and it is a good thing too because I don't know if I would have survived the move had I come at the beginning of Summer. I pull on sweatpants and a light t-shirt before I start padding out into Jude's home.

If it were the beginning of summer right now, I would have been feeling like I was missing out-- at least this way I can sort of ease my way into the quiet life.

Soon, I find Jude in the kitchen cooking away. He is stirring something at the stove. His kitchen isn't big or small, it's just right and seems modern, with a sage green backsplash and white cabinets.

"Dana," Jude says my name without even turning around.

How did he know I was standing here?

"Whatcha cookin' good lookin'?" I just counter. I don't want him to know he has caught me off guard.

Jude chuckles and it sends a quiver low in my gut.

"I'm making some chilli," he says.

I walk up behind him and peer into the pot. Looks good. I run a hand up and down Jude's back.

"It's almost done. Why don't you set the table over there and I'll be over with it soon?" Jude says.

"Okay, no worries."

***

Sitting across from Jude eating dinner feels so strange and so domestic.

"I think tomorrow I'll have you find a way to start doing your degree online then you can start looking for jobs," Jude tells me. I push my chilli back and forth in the bowl and look up at Jude from beneath my lashes.

"You really insist on me finishing college?"

"Yes Dana, of course. You need qualifications under your belt so you can get ahead in life. What are you even qualified to do now?" He raises a brow.

"I mostly have been working retail," I admit.

"Are you planning on doing that forever?"

I shrug. I wasn't even really thinking of doing anything. I wasn't thinking about the future. Jude's eyes meet mine and he holds my gaze, urging me to answer him.

"I don't know... I guess I wasn't thinking that far ahead. I just, I'm a bit scared of going back to school."

Jude furrows his eyebrows at me and stops eating.

"What do you mean scared? You always got good grades."

I shift from side to side. Things are different now, my brain doesn't work the way that it used to.

"I just... I was struggling when I was there and that's why I had to quit," I try to explain. I was a year and a half into my degree when I had to start picking up more shifts at my job during that time, plus there was no time to study when you have a social life between work. It felt like the right decision at the time. I said to myself it was going to be a gap year.

Jude eyes me like he can read my mind. I squirm in my seat. He disarms me in a way no other man or person ever has.

"I'm going to need you to explain to me what made it so difficult?"

I huff at that. "Can you spank someone in retrospect?"

A twinkle comes into Jude's eye, the corners of his lips twitch.

"I can, but I won't."

"It seems like you can do whatever you want," I squeak. Nerves tingle up my spine, my stomach turns in circles. I'm not going to be able to finish my dinner.

"It seems you have an attitude," Jude bites back.

"No Sir," I cry, almost instinctively. "You make me so nervous."

Jude's face softens and he slumps a little, although a smirk plays at his mouth.

"I'm not going to spank you again tonight, just answer my questions like a good girl? Okay?"

I nod. "I guess, I dropped out because it was catching up to me. Working and school and everything all at once," I explain.

I pick up my fork again and take a bite of my food. Jude does the same, stewing on my answer for a few drawn out moments.

"Everything all at once?"

"It's hard to have a social life, and work, and go to school."

"So, you chose parties over graduating?" His voice drops dangerously. My ass burns just at the idea of him being mad at me. God, how did I get myself into this? I bite my lip, nerves getting the better of me. Jude raises a brow, waiting for my response. He knows the answer to his question.

"Um..."

"You really need someone to keep your ass in line, huh?"

"I just wasn't thinking straight," I try to defend. It sounds weak even to me.

"Who are you bullshittin'? Me, or yourself?"

Jude stuns me to silence. I guess a part of me has been fooling myself for quite some time now. Fooling myself that I was going to move on from that lifestyle. Lying to myself that one day I'd change everything when I really had no concrete plans to. I didn't know what I was going to do with myself and I still don't know now. I know that I'm going to wake up tomorrow and look for online courses and jobs... but what courses and what jobs? I have no clue. Whenever I look into the future now it looks foggy, and that makes my chest constrict in the worst way.

I look down into my bowl and continue eating. Soon I finish and stand up silently and take my bowl to the sink. Knowing Jude the way I know him I decide to just wash my bowl and cutlery, putting them in the drying rack.

Standing at the edge of the kitchen facing the dining table, I look at Jude. He turns to face me as soon as he notices my eyes on him. His cool calm collected demeanour is pissing me the fuck off. "Can I go to my room or do I need to ask permission for that too?" I half cry at Jude. I don't mean for my voice to have that quality but it just does. I feel so completely out of control here and I hate it.

The alternative dawns on me as I stew. I didn't have a choice in finding a job anyway.

"Why're you acting like I'm trying to kill you? All I'm asking is you get your shit together. Go to school, get a job, everyone does it. If you are managing your time well and you still can't do it we'll discuss it then. But for now, I need you to try."

I don't know what to say to that, I shift from foot to foot.

"I am trying... I'm here. You already spanked me once."

"You copped an attitude with me. You deserved it."

"Then you left me hanging," I just continue instead of acknowledging his answer.

Any anger that was painted on Jude's face dissipates before my eyes. He stands up from his seat at the table and starts walking toward me. Panic settles through my body. What is he about to do to me?

"Jude," I find myself whimpering.

I start backing up, one step back, then another, until finally my back hits the fridge. He cages me in, I can't escape. My body is frozen in place as I stare up at him.

"That's why you're being so pissy, you're a desperate little brat."

"I'm not desperate," I bite back.

"If I offered to fuck you right now, would you say no?"

Fuck. He's got me there. I'd fuck him in an instant. Even while mad at him. I'd fuck him even in the middle of an argument. Right now I'm so pent up and so sober any sort of relief would be welcomed with open arms. I haven't smoked anything or drank anything since I spoke to Jude that night. And before, while he was spanking me, when he started touching my body-- fuck, Jude lit me on fire. I needed him, and he left me aching and desperate. He held me in his arms until I stopped fighting against him and finally fell asleep. One thing he didn't make me feel was abandoned. But, in every other way he was infuriating.

"I don't want to answer that question," I grumble, looking away from him.

"If you are a good girl, you'll get dick. If you are bad, you'll be left high and dry," he tells me in a sing-song voice. They say the devil is good at music, and with how melodic Jude's threats are he may as well be the devil right now.

Quivers go down my spine and right to my traitorous pussy.

Damn him.

"I can take care of myself, you know," I say, a last ditch attempt to win. But something tells me Jude doesn't take hostages.

A dark chuckle comes from Jude. I'm still not looking at him, I don't want to look at that stupid handsome face of his.

"If you touch yourself I'll hogtie you and keep you by my side," he warns.

The worst part is, it doesn't even sound all that bad. I'm almost getting a sick thrill thinking about such a prospect.

"You won't know what I'm doing while you sleep."

This time I turn back around and look at him. I can tell I got him this time. My eyes lock with his, Jude's jaw clenches.

"You are testing my fucking patients."

Jude stands up straight, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Did I just win?" I half whisper.

"Maybe. But you won't have won for long," Jude replies.

"You said you wouldn't spank me tonight," I gasp.

He shakes his head.

"No. Just help me clean up then we can go watch a movie or something. The games can begin tomorrow," Jude says.

I'm tired and still trying to get used to my new circumstances so I just nod. I wasn't exactly planning on locking myself in a room to loudly masturbate to taunt Jude. This sounds much more preferable.

I step away from the fridge and start helping him clean up.

***

Knock.

Knock.

Knock.

What fucking time is it?

I squeeze my eyes shut then open then shut trying to come to terms with the fact I am no longer asleep.

"Are you awake? I'm coming in," Jude says through the door.

The groan that escapes me sounds absolutely demonic.

The door bursts open and Jude walks in, wet hair, a pair of joggers and a t-shirt so tight I'd call it slutty. He looks down at me, curled up in the middle of the bed. I squeeze myself tighter into a ball and look up at him.

"What time is it?"

"6:30 am," he replies.

"Why are you in here then?"

He smiles at me and the cogs start turning in my mind.

"Is this the payback?" I glare.

"Yes and no. I will wake you up when I wake up until you start getting your shit together. And hey I was nice, I showered first," he tells me.

I shake my head and pull myself under the covers. "Go away. I'll be out at 8."

"No can do. Get up now, this is your last warning."

Before I can make a move to say yes or no or fuck off the covers are ripped off my body. Cold strikes through my body. I'm in nothing but an oversized tshirt.

"I was getting up," I cry out, curling in tighter on myself.

Jude chuckles as I sit up. Soon I pull myself over to the edge of the bed and rub my eyes. I'm struggling to make myself wake up properly. I look up at Jude from under my heavy lids.

"Coffee?" I practically squeak.

He grabs my upper arm and pulls me up, then motions me in front of him. What's with all the man handling? I'm too sleepy to fight back. He swats my ass as we pass the threshold of my room, laughing as I jump from the impact.

Soon we're in the kitchen and he's placing a hot mug of coffee in my hands. Then he places a big glass of water in front of me. He sits across from me drinking his own drinks. As I take each sip I wake up a little more and more. Finally I can look at Jude with open eyes.

"You ready to start doing some work for the day?" He asks.

"Work?" I blink at him. My mind isn't working properly.

"Looking for online courses to finish your degree, looking for a job," he reiterates.

I nod. "My laptop is in my suitcase... I'll go get it."

Jude nods as if giving me permission. I go find my laptop then return with it. Jude's eyes are wide.

"What the hell is that?" He asks as I place it down on the table.

"My laptop?"

"It's about a million years old Didi," he replies, pinching the bridge of your nose.

"Um..."

"We'll work towards you buying a new one before you start paying me back. That--" he cuts himself off, frowning at it. I have duct tape running up the side from when I dropped it while drunk. And it is kind of old, kind of clunky. But hey, it works! "That just won't do. You can't do your degree on that. The zoom classes... will that even run zoom?"

I frown. "I don't know. You're being mean Jude, I haven't even done anything... I've barely woken for the day."

Jude looks at me with compassionate eyes. I feel swallowed up by him. "I'm sorry Didi, I'm not being mean to you, I'm being mean to that."

He stands up then and leaves the room, when he comes back he has a sleek shiny looking laptop.

"Here, it's my old one. You can have it while you're here. We can set you up your own profile."

He sets the laptop down on the table in front of me and clicks around before pulling up a browser.

"I'll make us some breakfast and you start looking. I'll be checking on your progress," he tells me.

I nod and get to work.

***

Our first proper day together goes surprisingly well. I found a course that may help up with the credits I already have. Once I am finished I am supposedly qualified to look for jobs in offices, administrative work, marketing assistant, junior marketer, things like that. There was a lot more paperwork than expected and my attention span isn't very good for some reason so I didn't even get started on the job front.

Jude is cooking dinner while I am sitting at the laptop, trying to make a list of all my required reading for the semester. Just my luck it starts in a month and I got in just in time.

Everything will be online but there's a physical campus I can visit if I ever want to sit in on a lecture or go to the library to study. But with having a job and living an hour away I don't think that's something I'll do any time soon.

"How's it going?" Jude asks as he comes over to the table, dinner in hand. This time he seems to have made meatball subs with a side salad. This might just be his most attractive quality.

"It's going good, I am set to start my courses in a month. I'll take two classes at a time-- that's what they recommended if I want to also have a job. But it seems I can get my required reading in advance so I might start early because I think I'll need a head start," I explain to Jude.

When I look up at him from the laptop he is smiling ear to ear.

"You were good today," his voice is deep and has a smooth quality to it that goes right to my pussy. "Put the laptop away now, it's time for dinner. Then I thought we could sit and watch something."

I nod and close the lid of the laptop, I stand up and place it on the kitchen counter. I'll put it away in my room later.

Jude is still eyeing me when I sit back down.

***

The movie we watched is over but it's still early, not even 9 pm.

"Why're you sitting all the way over there?" Jude asks, looking over at me.

He is in the centre of the couch, manspreading, and I am huddled into the corner so I can lean against the arm.

"I--"

I find myself cutting off. I'm not sure what to say.

As hot as Jude is and even though he staked a claim on me, it's not as if we have been dating, so I'm not exactly used to cuddling up to him on the couch. We have always had affection towards each other, but that's practically lovey dovey.

"Come here," Jude says, and it's a command.

My body obeys him as if he has cast a spell on me. I crawl over to his side of the couch. He takes hold of my upper arm and pulls me into his side. I am in a long t-shirt and panties. I wasn't bothered to put proper clothes on today. I figure if Jude wanted me in proper clothing, he would insist upon it.

"You behaved yourself today. Remember what I said would happen?"

"I don't remember..." I reply.

His hand snakes around my body from where I am propped up against his side until he finds the space between my legs. He pulls the material of the shirt out of the way then presses two fingers against my clit, rubbing in circles.

"If you're bad you get punished, if you're good you earn rewards," Jude reminds. I don't know if he said it in those exact words, but I'm not exactly going to pull him up on it.

He rubs my clit, eliciting pleasure from me in waves. I mewl, laying against him, trying to help him reach my pussy better. I love how he touches me. A part of me can't believe how natural this is for him. I like the way he is making me feel but at the same time it feels out of place, when he was intimidating me and spanking me, that made sense. Now, this... this feels alien. Jude continues on his tirade of pleasure, he pushes my panties down and I help him along kicking them off my body.

The way he touches me makes me think he has more than ample experience with women's bodies. I don't care at all, as long as he can get me off. I relish in the way he touches me, his fingers creating circles on my clit before running down my sensitive cunt and pressing against my entrance.

This is good, but it's not enough, I need his cock.

"Fuck me, Jude," I find myself moaning.

"You can come on my fingers or I can leave you writhing here, your choice," he tells me.

"Please make me come," I just say.

If he leaves me hanging I will be a nightmare, that's for sure.

"I like it when you beg for me. You want to be a good girl don't you honey, you want to do what I say, so you can get what you want," Jude muses.

"Please Jude, I just..." I trail off. God I sound desperate. He grabs me and pulls me into his lap so I'm straddling him. Two of his fingers press inside my cunt, finding my g-spot. His other hand works against my clit. I lean forward into his shoulder, bracing myself as the pleasure takes over my body.

As Jude continues to work his magic I settle against his hard body.

"You're still wearing your t-shirt," he muses.

I don't want him to stop using his hands on me so I pull my t-shirt off, leaving me naked against his body.

"You really are being a good girl today," he tells me.

"Jude," I cry out. No other words come to my mouth. My mind is a mess of pleasure and I can't even think of what else to say. He continues to torture me, the pressure builds inside me, he presses languidly against my g-spot, he runs circles around my clit. I burry my face into his shoulder as my pleasure explodes into an orgasm. I am practically seeing stars as I buck against him, riding my orgasm out on his fingers.

"You sound so pretty when you come, honey. Keep up the good work and I'll have you screaming every single day," Jude praises me. His words filter through my body like a drug, I just want more. They send a flutter through me and I buck into his embrace. Jude continues to use his fingers, against my clit, inside me. I continue to come but it's all so much. My legs shake around his body, my muscles are starting to buckle. My orgasm rolls into a second one, surely it is a second one because no one orgasm should be able to last so long. Jude is like the devil and my body is his instrument. I bury my face into his shoulder to try and cover any remaining moans that come out of me.

"That's it baby. Get it all out. Come for me," Jude continues.

"Jude... I'm going to pass out," I cry.

"You want to come one more time for me?" He teases, I know he is getting enjoyment out of this. His self control is commendable though, I can feel his hard cock pressing up through his pants and into my thigh.

"I don't know if I can, I don't know if my body will be able to handle it," I admit, whimpering as I do.

I lift my head up, Jude's eyes meet mine.

"Want to take another one for me? You've already been so good today," he praises.

The way his eyes are sparkling with glee I just know he knows. He knows I enjoy it when he does that. My cheeks feel hot. Damn him.

"My pussy, she's so tender," I whimper.

"What about, you lay down and I use my tongue on you instead babygirl?"

"Oh god, Jude."

I can't believe he won't fuck me but he'll do that.

I nod and he picks me up off him and lays me down on the couch. He comes between my legs, laying on his stomach. Jude spreads my legs and then flicks his tongue over my clit. Tantalising. I suck in a sharp breath. I am so wet and ready from the two orgasms he just gave me back to back.

This is all too much, I'm so sensitive, the pleasure is overwhelming.

Jude continues using that devil tongue on my cunt as I struggle against the pleasure. I grip the couch on either side of me until my knuckles feel tight.

"God, Jude, I'm going to explode," I cry out.

Jude bites down on my clit and I come unravelled with a scream. How humiliating that that's what made me come. Oh, oh... Pleasure rolls through me in waves. I struggle to hold it together, bucking and moaning.

Finally, the pleasure begins to subside. Jude pulls up off me in languid movements. He keeps my legs spread, keeping me exposed. His eyes meet mine and I feel so small under his gaze.

I don't know how any of this is going to go. I also don't know his end goal here... he could have simply offered me the money so I wouldn't have to pay interest and then had me move in to make sure I pay it back. But instead he unlocked all of this. He introduced sex into the mix. He introduced spankings. He introduced these fucking mind games. And he introduced me to these mind blowing fucking orgasms.

He's ruined me for other men, that's for sure.

Jude could have kept it simple and it would have worked out. But he didn't.

As I stare down at him my head spins. I have no qualms with the way things have gone from a physical perspective. I just don't understand what's happening emotionally. What is happening in the future when I pay this off?

"You bit me," I say.

Jude takes my hand and tangles it in his.

"It made you come," Jude replies.

"Yes but... I don't think I am meant to enjoy pain," I grumble. I try to sit up and Jude lets me, although my head is spinning at the same time. He crawls out from between my legs as I situate myself.

I'm finally sat up on the couch when Jude grabs me by my upper arms. He pulls me into his lap, holding me against his chest.

I let my head rest against him.

"What was that about?" I finally ask Jude.

"I was rewarding you for being a good girl," he mutters.

I am too tired to confront Jude. To ask what we are and what this is. I know he staked a claim on me and my body and I agreed to it. But, eventually... I don't want to think about eventually.

I never knew what my future would hold before and I guess now is no different.

One of Jude's hands finds my hair. He strokes me and I melt into his body. He's going to lull me off to sleep any moment now.

***

My eyes flutter open to see Jude's chest, I feel his arm under my legs. He's carrying me somewhere.

"Where are we going?" I grumble.

"I'm taking you to bed baby," he tells me.

I can't help but snuggle into his chest. Sleep is overwhelming me. Jude continues to walk through the house until he is laying me down in my bed. As he stands back up I feel a vast emptiness come over me.

"Good night baby," I hear from above. I look up at Jude and I almost feel like crying.

"Please stay," I almost whisper.

Jude looks down at me but the room is dark and I can't see his features only that he is canting his head down in my direction. I almost reach for him. Am I that pathetic? He doesn't say a word but drops his pants, pulls off his shirt, then slides into bed with me.

"I can't really sleep with clothes on," he tells me.

I shuffle to one side of the bed to give Jude some space. He grabs me and pulls me into the centre of the bed where he is.

"You slept really well like this before," he says into my ear once we are spooning.

I melt into his embrace.

"I did," I agree.

He presses a kiss to my shoulder before we fall into a comfortable silence.