MissBEHAVED

We ordered dessert and talked through the details of living together. I was happy to find out she’d already spoken to her father about turning off the cameras when we were home and awake, and even though I’d like to say we didn’t need them on at night, I couldn’t fault him for wanting them on. Since we had a bathroom connected to the bedroom, there wouldn’t be any reason for us to be wandering around the house naked at night.

We discussed and agreed on an amount for me to contribute every month. Mellie had a small mortgage for her half of the property, plus taxes and insurance had to be paid. We split the utilities; she would pay electric and internet while I took the heat and water bills.

As we talked and the plan became more real, I let myself envision what it would look like. I had no illusions that I’d be coming home to a warm meal and a sparkling house. That wasn’t who Mellie was, who we were, and I had no regrets. I looked forward to making her dinner or sharing takeout that one of us picked up on the way home if we were busy. We’d be a team. Working together to make our businesses and our relationship a success.

Except I was in charge and there was an infraction that had to be dealt with.

As soon as we entered the house and hung up our coats, I took hold of her hands.

“Mellie.” I waited until she looked at me. “Go up to our bedroom, take off your clothes, and get in your corner with your hands behind your back. I want you to think about what you did wrong and how you would feel if I did the same thing to you. I’ll be up in fifteen minutes.”

A shudder ran through her, but she didn’t argue.

“Yes, Dixon.”

I released her hands and she scurried up the stairs, her cheeks rosy with embarrassment. While I didn’t want Mellie to be uncomfortable, there was a part of me that loved this part of the punishment, especially when it was a minor infraction. She didn’t know that tonight would be more about celebrating together than reprimanding her. I’d still make my point about respect, but it would be a small part of the next few hours.

I grabbed drinks out of the fridge then walked through the still dark house, looking at everything with new eyes. There wasn’t much I wanted to bring from my apartment except some family pictures and my favorite coffee mug. Everything else could stay for the next person. Mellie’s furniture was much nicer and much more comfortable than mine.

The anticipation grew as I climbed the stairs while planning what I was going to do to my sweet Mellie, making my cock harden. I paused at the door, then took hold of my dick through my pants and squeezed, trying to get him to relax. I didn’t want to come in the first ten minutes… although, on second thought, maybe I did.

I opened the door to find Mellie in exactly the position I requested. Facing the corner with her hands clasped at the small of her back, just above her perfectly luscious ass.

I set the drinks down on the dresser and started taking off my clothes. “Have you thought about why you’re in trouble, Melody?”

“Um, yes. It was disrespectful of me to change our plans without talking to you first. I just was so nervous and let myself get all worked up and—”

“Stop talking. I didn’t ask why it happened. I know why it happened. You got all caught up in your head when all you had to do was talk to me. Right?” I stepped up behind her and placed my hands on her shoulders.

Her breath caught as I ran my fingers down her arms. “Yes, sir.”

“Would you like it if I changed our plans at the last minute without asking you? I think you’d be pretty pissed off if I did that to you. Wouldn’t you?”

My hands continued their exploration, tracing the outer curve of her ass on either side, making goosebumps appear in their wake.

“You’re right, I would be mad.”

“Since your decision pissed me off, I think you should so something to make me feel better. What do you think?”

I turned her around and placed a hand on each shoulder again.

“Yes, I think so, too. What should I do to make it up to you?”

She bit her lip and blushed, uncomfortable with offering to serve me but doing it, anyway.

“What do you think you should do to make me feel better?”

She glanced down and looked back up with a small grin.

“Suck your cock?”

My dick twitched at her blunt words.

“Yes, I think that’s a great idea. You should get down on your knees and suck my cock until I come in your mouth. That would definitely make me feel better.”

She nodded and went to kneel, but I stopped her and grabbed a throw pillow off the bed to cushion her knees. I wasn’t such a monster that I wanted her in pain.

“Down you go,” I said as I helped her to the floor. She wasted no time in getting to work, licking me from base to tip several times before licking her lips and taking me fully into the warmth of her mouth.

“That’s it,” I moaned, encouraging her as she took me deeper. “Suck harder when you pull back.”

She followed my instructions beautifully, and it wasn’t long before I needed more control.

I gently laced my fingers through her hair on either side of her head. “Open your mouth and hold still while I fuck your face. I’m about to come and I want to shoot straight down your throat.”

She moaned at my words, letting me know this wasn’t any sort of punishment to her. I thrust slowly a few times, then I looked down at her, taking my cock just the way I liked it, and I lost control. I drove into her mouth, keeping an iron grip on her head so she couldn’t move, couldn’t avoid my thrusts. Not that she tried. Spit ran down her chin and dripped onto her naked thighs. Her mascara left black streaks on her cheeks from the tears that leaked out of her eyes.

She was a beautiful disaster.

My beautiful disaster.

“Mellie! Fuck!” I came on a roar, emptying my balls into her mouth, holding her head still as aftershocks ran through me. She swallowed around my cock, which brought another round of twitching. After a few minutes I pulled back and looked down at her.

“Are you okay?” I asked, though from the soft smile she gave me I could tell she was.

“I’m fine. Just a bit of a mess.” She waved her hand at her face.

“Stay right there. I’ll get some of your make up wipes and a washcloth.”

She nodded and held still. I quickly cleaned her up and tossed everything back into the bathroom before returning to stand in front of her.

“I’m not sure that was really a punishment,” I said, looking down at her flushed face and contented smile. “Stand up and lie over the foot of the bed with your feet on the floor.”

She opened her mouth to say something, probably to tell me she was punished enough, but I silenced her with a firm glare and a finger pointing toward the bed.

As she got into position, I retrieved my belt from my pants, taking my time sliding it through the belt loops and making sure the buckle jangled with every movement.

Returning to her side, I placed a hand on her lower back and rubbed in circles, soothing her while I prepared to deliver the last bit of her punishment.

“Since you were a very good girl and held still while I used your mouth, you’re only going to get five with my belt. Hold still. These are going to be fast.”

I stepped back and drew my arm back, letting the belt sail through the air and land on her ass with a satisfying thwack. It wasn’t at anywhere near full strength, but it still made Mellie squeal.

“Ouch! Oh. I’m sorry, Dixon.” She wiggled her butt back and forth, like that would dissipate the sting.