It's What They Do-Chapter 22
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If anyone had asked her beforehand, Rachel would have said that waking up with someone the morning after something like that punishment was bound to be, at a minimum, awkward. It hadn't been at all. It was like the punishment had cleared the air-and not just about what she had done. It was as if the entire thing, especially the letter writing, had dissipated any feelings of tension surrounding The Game. Noah was in it, she was in it, they both knew how the other felt and it was slowly becoming just another facet of their relationship. It wasn't hanging in the air between them-as Noah had called it, the elephant in the room.
When they'd woken up around 10, Noah was the first one awake. Rachel had felt the cooling gel being smoothed over her body again. As she groaned at rolling over, Noah nuzzled his face into her neck. "You okay, Baby?" Rachel nodded, gradually stretched her muscles, testing out how bad it actually was. She was sore, but as a dancer she knew that most of the soreness in her rear was muscles aches that would be gone in a couple of days. Her breasts ached and between her legs, well-she knew that Noah had been right. That would definitely be in the front of her mind the next time. She was in no hurry to repeat it. All in all though, Rachel knew that a hot shower, some Aleve, aloe vera for the marks and movement for the soreness would take care of the worst of it and she'd be perfectly fine in a day or two.
As they ate a late breakfast after showering, Rachel had broached one aspect of it. "Noah, I know I said-and I meant it-that however I got punished was up to you but I wondered if I could ask you to consider something?" Puck's eyebrows quirked up and Rachel quickly clarified, "What I mean is-it's summer and I can't spend the entire vacation refusing to swim and I don't have a bathing suit that will cover the, um, the marks so I thought-could maybe-could you avoid the tops of my breasts? Please?"
Puck thought it over while he chewed his bacon (yeah, he knew-bad Jew) and realized that it was a valid point. He didn't want to completely take her tits out of the equation but visible marks or Rachel conspicuously absence from summertime activities would raise red flags to their friends. "We can do that-but if I want to punish your tits, your nipples aren't off limits. You can't see anything on those through a bathing suit." Internally, Rachel marveled at the normality of their discussion. If you didn't know better, you'd think they were just talking about what to have for dinner or their weekend plans.
She thought about his offer and started to add, "fine, but that area is particularly sensitive so-"when Puck interrupted her.
Uh-uh Baby. I'll meet you halfway on the big ones but the rules are still mine.
"That's it Rach. You asked, I gave you my answer. I'll leave the tops of your tits alone but your nipples are still available."
Rachel couldn't contain the shiver up her spine at his words. Part of it was a recoil from the thought of him punishing her nipples again (it hurt!) but it was mostly an erotic thrill at the casual dominance he'd displayed. No yelling, no arguing, just a firm, "this is the way it is."
"Yes, Noah" she said quietly. "Thank you."
Puck noticed the small shiver and the darkening of her eyes and thought briefly about having her suck him off again-right here in the kitchen this time-but the day was getting later and both of them had things to do.
"Not a problem, Baby. Isn't the rest of your shit supposed to be here today?"
Moving an entire apartment's worth of stuff on an airplane was a nightmare when you went to college halfway across the country. Both of them had learned early in their collegiate careers to pack minimally and ship the rest. Rachel's packages were scheduled for afternoon delivery. Puck had plans with Finn and Mike-if you could call an entire afternoon of marathon video gaming "plans."
"Yes, they are. And San left me a message-most of which I can't repeat and has to do with you and Michael occupying her boyfriend for an entire afternoon when they've been apart for so long-but she was laughing so I think it's safe for you, Finn and Michael to sleep. Anyway-since you all will be occupied, she's coming over to help and after we unpack, she wants to go do manicure and pedicures."
Those two and girl day shit had Puck pushing his chair back from the table in a hurry. He loaded the dishwasher as Rachel put the food away and the kitchen was quickly put to rights. Puck grabbed his wallet and keys from the hall table as he left to head over to Finn's. He leaned down to give Rachel a kiss before heading to the door.
"Have fun, Baby. I moved all our stuff to the spare room so Loca won't find it while you guys fuck around with everything in your room. Call me later." As he opened the door to leave, he turned around and casually tossed out, "And Rach? Orgasm restriction still applies. No getting yourself off. Love you, Baby." He threw a wink at her before shutting the door behind him.
Rachel sat down on the bottom stair a little disbelieving that he'd just thrown all that out casually like it was everyday chit chat. Bye, honey. The kinky toys are put away in the spare room. Don't masturbate. Have a great day. She giggled into the now empty room and headed upstairs to start figuring out where she was going to put everything.
Rachel did her best during the day not to actively show any signs of the night before but she couldn't help slowing down a little; she was sore. Watching Rachel ease around when she thought Santana wasn't looking and remembering their conversation in the Breadstix bathroom, Santana spent much of the day probing for answers. Sober Rachel held her off far better than two-bottles-of-wine Rachel and while San speculated (out loud and often) that Puck and Rachel were now indulging in what she called "S&M Sexy Times", Santana didn't get any details out of her. Noah had said he didn't care what Rachel told her but Rachel wasn't ready to divulge the details of The Game to San yet.
Monday night, the girls wound up back at Santana's. Noah called around 9 while Santana showering. One of Mike's fraternity brothers who lived in Chicago had extra Cubs tickets and wanted them to drive up, hang out and watch a game on Tuesday afternoon. Rachel briefly wondered if Levi was included in the group. The guys planned to leave before midnight and they were going to spend a couple of days and wouldn't be coming back until Wednesday afternoon. During the call, Noah mentioned that he really wanted to do something special for her dads when they got back from their cruise. The fact that he didn't have to work a "real" job this summer was solely because of them. The BDads had been adamant about both "the kids" having a summer to relax and while they knew that Noah wouldn't just take money from them, they were paying him a ridiculously stupid amount of money to do general around-the-house and take- care-of-the-property shit. He didn't know many parents who would willingly subsidize their daughter's boyfriend but he knew he was far more than that to them, just like Rachel was to his mom.
"Perhaps you could show your appreciation by not beating their daughter?" Rachel quipped at him, after checking to see that Santana wasn't back from her shower yet. Noah laughed. "Nice, Baby-cute. Remember, restriction still applies." He was vague enough that she knew that other people were likely within hearing distance. Rachel replied with enough sugary sweetness to let him know she was restraining herself, "Yes, Noah, of course I remember." In a far more normal voice she told him to have fun and to try not to get all of them arrested because she wasn't interested in driving to Chicago to bail them out of jail. A few "love yous" later they both hung up.
The continued restriction didn't really bother her because she was tired and with Noah gone she planned on spending the night at Santana's but she did wonder what Noah intended by it-did he have something planned or was this just a display of dominance because he could? She wasn't going to ask him over the phone so she knew she wouldn't know anything until at least Wednesday, if he chose to tell her at all.
"Beating their daughter? Really, B? Do tell." Santana came in from the bathroom. "Get your mind out of the gutter Lopez. I was talking about bowling. Noah wants to take my dads out when they get home and while the three of them love bowling, I always end up getting beat."
"Likely story." Santana grumbled. She looked she was gearing up to give Rachel more of the third degree when her phone rang with Finn's ringtone. Since Rachel knew the Chicago trip wasn't going to go over well at all, she decided to shower while San yelled at Finn. Rachel didn't really blame her for being annoyed. She and Noah might be apart a lot during the year but it was only a little over 100 miles from New York to Philadelphia. Unless they were out of the country or way out of state like when she was in Atlanta, they rarely went more than a couple of weeks without seeing each other. San and Finn were 700 miles apart and it wasn't easy coordinating visits between South Bend and New York. Summers and extended holidays were really the only lengthy times they had together. Most people were surprised they'd lasted this long but Rachel knew that when Santana decided she wanted something, she'd move Heaven and Hell to get it and Santana wanted Finn. Finn wanted her too but as Noah always said about it, "poor bastard never had a chance."
As she showered, Rachel heard some high-pitched Spanish and then a thud. She knew Santana had thrown her phone into the wall.
It's reached phone-throwing levels. This is going to be ugly.
Rachel hurried out of the shower, dried and threw on shorts and a t-shirt of San's. She wanted to be covered before Santana's anger got the better of her and she stormed into the bathroom to rant at Rachel. She wasn't particularly modest around San, they'd changed in front of each other countless times over the years but Rachel still didn't plan to divulge details and if San saw marks on her, she'd pretty well have to tell almost all of it.
She'd just slipped the t-shirt over her head and got it past her breasts when Santana did exactly what Rachel had anticipated. The bathroom door flew open and in a flood of Spanish and English, Rachel heard "Moron Triplets" (presumably Finn, Noah and Michael), "fucking Chicago", and something that sounded remarkably like a curse of many years on all their manhoods.
"Asshole told you? Why didn't you say something?" Rachel just watched as her best friend yelled and stormed around the bathroom then back into her bedroom.
"When did I have time to tell you? You were in the shower when Noah called and then Finn called you. Did you leave him in one piece?"
Rachel knew better than to take Santana's rant personally. San wasn't really mad, just disappointed. She'd never tell Finn not to go, she just didn't like having to share him for the limited time they had together. San finished her ranting and plopped on the bed. "Sorry B-not your fault." She took out her phone and sent Finn a quick "Have fun. Be safe. Love you" text and turned back to Rachel. "Not his either-I'm better now." Rachel knew that she was-one thing about San; she'd rant, rave and yell but it'd be over quickly. The girls talked a little more but sleep came quickly since it had been a long day for both of them.
Tuesday and Wednesday passed fairly quickly. Rachel spent most of Tuesday morning arranging all the things that she and Santana had unpacked on Monday. Tuesday afternoon was spent setting up her summer voice and dance lessons. She might not be performing full time this summer but she wasn't about to let her body or her voice suffer from disuse. She'd had the same coaches for years and they were always happy to fit her in to their schedules when she was home.
Dr. and Mrs. Lopez took them out to dinner on Tuesday evening and when they left the restaurant, she saw a missed call, voicemail and a text from Noah. The voicemail was short and he sounded a little buzzed but not drunk. "Hey Baby, sorry I missed you. The ball game was great. Call me if you get this soon. Love you, see you tomorrow." She didn't read the text until after they'd dropped her off and she was inside her house. She knew Noah's texts (especially when he'd been drinking) could be explicit and she didn't want San grabbing her phone if whatever it was made her blush. When she scrolled to her text message screen, she was doubly glad she'd waited.
"Wanna fuck you. Gonna fuck you. You better not be fucking yourself."
She called him back and when he answered she could hear a party in the background. "Hold on Rach, let me move someplace I can hear." She heard the sounds ebb and flow until she knew Noah must have walked outside because the noise in the background was suddenly muffled and distant. "That's better. Sorry-we're at some bar downtown and you can't fucking hear yourself think. I only saw your call 'cause I had my phone out to send you another text. Where were you?"
Rachel told him about dinner and her day and they chatted about the baseball game and his trip for a minute. She knew he wouldn't talk long, not with everybody waiting inside, so she wasn't at all surprised when he got right to the point. "Did you?"
Puck waited out the silence. He was absolutely certain that Rachel knew exactly what he meant.
"No, I didn't."
He chuckled. "Good girl. I do wanna fuck you Baby-so bad. And I will-remember when I told you that before?"
His phrasing jogged her memory and -
"Remember yet?"
He's talking about-he wants-
"Yes, Noah, I remember."
"Good. Think about it. And you're still on restriction so no matter how much you dream about me fucking you and all the ways I plan to-you keep your hands and your toys off that pretty little pussy that belongs to me. Understand?"
Let's play, Baby. I will have you-time for you to know that
"Yes, Noah."
Another "I love you" and Puck ended the call.
Think about that for a while, Baby.
She did. For most of the night.
Wednesday morning dawned hot and clear. Ohio was in the middle of an early summer heat wave and the temperatures were about 15 degrees hotter than normal for early June. Rachel woke from a fitful sleep around 7 AM. She'd spend much of the night tossing and turning, unable to get Noah's comments out of her head. Physically, she was feeling much better. The ache in her muscles was gone. The ache between her legs was stronger than ever. It had been days since she'd had any kind of relief and God only knew when or how Noah was planning to let that change.
A little after 9, Rachel got a text from Noah saying they were planning to leave Chicago around 10 and they'd be back sometime between 2 and 3, depending on traffic. She texted her acknowledgment and her phone beeped again.
"Did you?"
Her reply was equally fast, "No."
"Good girl. What belongs to me?"
"Me." She knew that wasn't the answer he really wanted but sexting wasn't something she'd ever been comfortable with and she wanted to see how far he'd push her about it, especially with the guys around.
It didn't take long to find out.
"Nice try Baby, but I want specifics."
How am I blushing about this? It's not like he's going to show them his phone. Besides, we're adults-this shouldn't be that big of a deal. I wrote him a letter, what's the issue with a text message?
Her phone beeped again.
"What belongs to me?"
Rachel texted back rapidly, before she could over-think it. "My pussy."
"Whose?"
"Your pussy." She hit send, feeling like a teenager again trying dirty talk with him for the first time.
"Good girl. And that's not the only thing that belongs to me but we'll talk about that later. See you in a few hours. Love you, Baby. XO"
"Love you, too-travel safe. XO"
He does want-he said he did-I did too-but why now? Now? When?
Rachel puttered around the house for the remainder of the morning, restless and edgy. When her phone rang a little after 11, she fully expected it to be Noah again but when she glanced at the display, she was thrilled to be wrong. Close but wrong.
"Miriam, hello!"
"Hello sweetheart. How's your vacation so far? Having fun?"
Miriam Puckerman was one of Rachel's favorite people on Earth-and not just because she was her boyfriend's mother. Miriam had been a part of Rachel's life through all the years when Noah was still Puck and Rachel had been miserable. She was a good friend of Rachel's parents and the closest thing Rachel had to a mother long before there was any chance of her one day being Rachel's mother-in-law.
Miriam said she'd called Noah, asking him to come by the house tomorrow. There were a few minor repairs that needed to be handled and Miriam finally had a day off and wanted to have lunch with Noah and Rachel. Rachel told her that as far as she knew they had no other plans and would likely be coming by. Noah beeped in while they were talking but Rachel let the call go to voicemail while she caught up with Miriam. The two women chatted for a while and hung up with both hoping they would see each other the next day.
After she finished her conversation with Miriam, Rachel's phone buzzed with another text. "Mom called. Lunch tomorrow. I tried to call you-I'll call back in about an hour. You DON'T want to miss my call again."
Rachel shivered.
Something about Noah these last few days. He's stopped….asking.
An hour later, Rachel's phone went off, sounding abnormally loud in the quiet house.
"Hello, Noah."
"Hey Baby. You got my message, I see."
"Yes."
"You didn't answer when I called before."
"I was talking to Miriam-she called and-"
He interrupted her. "Baby, in The Game when I call, you answer. Are we clear?"
That tone-
"Yes, Sir."
Puck chuckled to himself. Rachel had picked up the phone on the first ring. She was learning-it was always going to go better for her if she obeyed.
"Good girl. We stopped for lunch. Finn and Mike are in the diner waiting for me."
Rachel held her breath.
He didn't demand I pick up his call just to talk about lunch-he's telling me that Finn and Michael aren't in earshot. The Game.
"The enemas you bought the other day?"
I was right-
"Yes?"
"Use one."
Rachel knew it was coming. He'd hinted around enough about it the last few days but to hear it just stated so matter of factly-
"Rach, you still there?"
"Y-yes, yes, I'm here. "
"Good. Use one. I figured you'd feel more comfortable doing it yourself but if you want me t-"
"NO! I-can-yes- fine-yes." Rachel knew she was babbling.
Puck stopped himself from laughing. He comprehended that the "NO!" wasn't about what he'd told her to do but the idea of him doing it for her. He'd counted on that-not that he'd mind "helping" her but he figured he'd save it for another time.
"Gotta go-they're waiting for me. Love you. See you in a little while."
"Noah, wait!"
"Yes?" Puck's voice hardened. This wasn't going to be another long, drawn-out debate.
"When? I mean when do you want to-or when should I?"
"You can take care of it as soon as you want. Don't worry about when. It'll happen when I decide it happens."
"Okay-then I'll- um, I'll take care of it."
"Good girl. See you in a bit. Love you."
"Love you too."
Puck walked into the diner smiling to himself.
You have no idea what you're in for, Baby.
After she finished "taking care of things" including a long, hot shower, Rachel figured she had at least another hour or so before the boys were due home; she'd just take a short nap. She set the alarm on her phone for 2 and fell asleep almost instantly. She never heard the alarm go off and when she opened her eyes, the light in the room told her it was far later than she'd planned to wake up. She grabbed her phone and was thoroughly confused by the time-it was almost 7 at night.
Her brain was still groggy from sleep and it took her a few moments to realize that something was different than before she'd fallen asleep and she let out a shriek at the sight of Noah sitting in the oversized chair in the corner, watching tv.
"Noah! When did you get back? I must have slept through my alarm, why didn't you wake me?" The words tumbled over each other as Rachel struggled to come up from the fog of sleep around her. Puck stretched out of the chair and walked toward the bed where he sat down next to her. His arms came around her and he brushed the hair back from her face as he leaned in to kiss her.
"Hey there, sleepy girl. One question at a time. We got back about 3 hours ago. You didn't sleep through your alarm, I turned it off. You looked like you needed the rest. You didn't sleep much while I was gone?"
Rachel snuggled into his chest and shook her head. "Not very well, no."
Puck's voice took on a teasing tone. "Why not Baby? Worried about something? Or maybe you're a little sexually frustrated. What's wrong, Baby?"
Rachel didn't answer, just snuggled closer to his chest. They stayed like that for a while; Noah told her about the trip, Rachel filled him on her days while he was away.
He always smells soooo good.
"Missed you, Baby."
"I missed you too, Noah. I'm glad you had fun but I'm glad you're back."
The room was silent for a bit except for low murmurs and soft kisses; the sounds of lovers reacquainting themselves after time apart. Puck was the first to break the silence.
"I missed you, Baby. It's really too bad that I have to punish you first thing when I get back. I was looking forward to a more-enjoyable-reunion." His voice had that lightly teasing tone again that she should have noticed but Rachel keyed in on the words, not the tone.
"Punish me? For what? What are you talking about?"
Puck rolled over on his side facing Rachel. His voice lost its teasing and took on the edge that it got when he stepped fully into The Game. His hand drifted down Rachel's side, drifting slowly under the lace at the top of her panties.
"What belongs to me?"
Rachel was confused. She knew what he meant but she hadn't-he'd said not to and she hadn't.
"Noah, I didn't-. What are you talking about? I didn't do anything."
"I asked you a question. What belongs to me?" His voice was more insistent but his fingers still ran lightly across her skin. He hadn't touched anywhere close to between her legs, just skirted gently around her hip.
Rachel made a move to get up and his grip tightened on her hip, holding her in place. "I-Noah! I didn't -you said I couldn't and I didn't. Why are you talking about punishing me?" Her voice started to rise.
His grip intensified and Puck knew he was going to leave marks on her hips if he kept it up. "Last chance Rachel. Answer the question. What belongs to me?"
Rachel sighed. He wouldn't answer her questions until she played his way. His rules.
"Me. My-all of me" She felt his fingers digging harder into her hip and gave up the answer she knew he wanted. She ground out her answer into his chest. "My pussy."
Puck let go of her waist and tilted her face up, forcing her eyes to meet his. His eyes gave nothing away and there was no expression she could read on his face. Rachel felt her own face flame but she also felt the warmth between her legs and knew that if he dipped his fingers lower, he'd bring them away wet.
"Again. And watch the tone."
Rachel breathed deeply and repeated, "My pussy belongs to you. All of me belongs to you, Noah."
Puck nodded, released her chin from his fingers and resumed the light stroking he'd been doing.
"Noah?"
"Yes, Baby?"
"Noah-I didn't do anything. I didn't touch myself, I didn't get myself off. I didn't do anything you told me not to do. Why were you talking about punishing me? You can't punish me for something I didn't do."
Puck rolled them both over, not answering, pinning Rachel's legs beneath his, trapping her on her stomach between his body and the bed. His left hand pinned both her arms above her head. She could lift her head from the mattress and turn it from side to side but was otherwise immobilized. He eased her shirt up and pulled her panties down to the middle of her thighs. His voice was tight.
"I can't? Really? I think I can, actually."
Without another word, he crashed his hand down on her ass. Rachel tried to roll away but Puck was far stronger and she wasn't able to maneuver out from under him.
His hand came down again and again on her ass, not overly hard yet but with enough force to reignite some of the ache that had faded. Puck's hand picked up speed and she could feel the difference. It was leaving uncomfortable and edging toward painful and he still hadn't spoken another word.
Rachel turned her head into the mattress and let out a low moan when his hand found his favorite place to spank-her sit spots.
That's the sound I was waiting for.
His palm smashed into her sit spots with renewed force. Puck knew that for a spanking to really be felt, that was the place the pain had to be concentrated; the place where her ass made contact with a seat-it would remind her every time she sat down.
He could hear her breathing getting edgier. She wasn't crying-not in pain anyway. He knew she was likely frustrated and confused as hell and that would make this spanking much harder for her to take. He grinned to himself and decided she hadn't had enough yet.
He whispered in her ear. "I saw you when I came in-you were sound asleep and your hand was underneath your panties. You were touching yourself."
Rachel heard him and her body stiffened.
He couldn't-I wasn't responsible-I was asleep
She blurted out exactly that, trying to keep her voice steady even as his hand continued its blistering assault on her rear.
"I was asleep, Noah. That's not fair. You can't punish me for something I did when-"
His hand stopped suddenly and his voice was in her ear, low and slightly menacing.
"You're forgetting the rules here, little girl. You don't tell me what I can and can't do. I was just kidding earlier but you forgot yourself and your place. I was only joking about punishing you but you had to go and throw a tantrum. You aren't in charge here, I am."
Puck slowly pulled his belt from the loops and he knew the instant that it registered with Rachel-she hated the belt and Puck gave a wicked little grin.
Rachel quivered underneath him, her body held tight as a bowstring. Her eyes were screwed tightly shut and she heard the sound that made her stomach tighten and her body stiffen.
That belt-I hate that thing-this isn't fair-I didn't do
Rachel's internal monologue was interrupted by the feel of thick leather connecting with her skin. Her back arched and she tried to kick out and escape from Noah's grasp.
She struggled for a moment and as the belt came down again, sending a heavy jolt into her muscles, she felt the oddest sensation; as if a switch had been thrown inside her body.
It still hurt but the pain changed-it morphed into something that assaulted her senses with a sharp edge of dark pleasure.
This-THIS is what I wanted-what I couldn't get out of my head
Rachel moaned again and Puck heard the difference. He watched as her movements reflected the change. Her body flexed again but this time she wasn't trying to escape him-she was arching her hips and raising her ass up to meet him and grinding herself back into the mattress.
Puck's grip eased up slightly and he bent down to her ear again.
"You like that, Baby?"
A low moan spiked with desire was her only response. Puck's next words convinced Rachel that he could read her mind.
"You do don't you? This is what you wanted. This is what all those stories you read said it would be, isn't it?"
Puck brought the belt down again and watched Rachel's hands open and close as they gripped at the sheets and her legs strained against his. He knew she wasn't trying to escape him now so he moved his body off hers, placed the belt on the curve of her ass, caressed her skin with the leather and waited to see her reaction.
He didn't have long to wait.
Rachel arched her ass again and parted her legs slightly, toes digging into the mattress as she lifted her head up and whined toward him, wordlessly imploring him for more.
Puck raised the belt again but before he brought it down he switched his hands from her wrists to her hair, fisting it and pulling her head back as he turned her face to his.
"Tell me what you want. Beg"
Rachel felt like she was under some kind of spell. Noah's eyes had darkened to a deep green and she could see the desire that she felt mirrored in them.
"Noah-oohhhh, God, pleaeeease-againpleasemoreNoah, please!" Her voice was plaintive and breathy and she didn't care what he did-she just wanted more of all of it-the pain, the pleasure, all of it.
"Again."
"Plleeeease, Noah,pleaeeease, moooorrre"
Puck brought the belt down again; harder this time and watched her eyes shut and felt her body rise up to meet his stroke. He watched, fascinated, as the expression on her face mimicked the one he was used to seeing when she was close to orgasm. He felt his own erection straining against his shorts.
"You look like you wanna cum, Baby. Is that it? Is this making you wanna cum? Have you been a good girl, do you think you've earned it?"
At his words, Rachel's moans increased. Her body felt like it was on fire in the best and worst ways. She couldn't tell and didn't care where the pain stopped and the pleasure began. She couldn't form words, just continued to shake, moan and arch her hips as she tried to assuage the ache that was consuming her entire body.
Now or never, Baby.
Puck reached to the nightstand and opened the top drawer, extracting one of the items he'd placed there earlier while Rachel had slept.
Not wanting to break the mood or take Rachel out of the head space she'd found, Puck raised his arm and brought the belt down again and watched as her initial gasp tinged with pain segued into more pleasurable moaning and shaking.
Puck dropped the belt on the floor but rolled so his body was partially covering Rachel's again. He moved so his face hovered above her ass and he could feel the heat on his face. He ran his tongue over one of the welts and was rewarded by another moan and Rachel pushing back as she tried to get her ass as close to his tongue as possible.
He licked the welts then blew lightly over them. He watched her body shiver and felt the tension ease as she relaxed into the sensations. He scrabbled one handed to take the cap off the bottle he'd removed from the drawer.
Rachel felt his weight lift off her and fought to keep her body close to his. She didn't want it to end-it all felt too good. As she whimpered at the loss, Puck dropped back to cover her body with his and she felt his breath hot against her neck. His voice was a rough whisper.
"You're melting, Baby. Your body is like a melted candle-a puddle of warm wax, soft and pliant. I love seeing you like this. I love you. You've been good Baby, soooo good-now I'm going to give you what you want. Just stay with me."
At his words, Rachel whimpered again and breathed out raggedly, "Love you, Noah-so much, so much." She thought she knew what was coming and while a part of her was scared, the larger part didn't care what he did as long as her body kept reacting like this.
Rachel felt his hands wander over her ass again, caressing and probing, touching lightly then grabbing the welts, massaging them and making the edge of pain rise again. She felt his hands separate her cheeks and then his fingers were there, at the most private place on her body. She tensed briefly but Puck leaned down again and left a trail of kisses up her back and ran his tongue over her ass again.
Puck felt the slight tensing and whispered. "SShhh, Baby. Sssssh, just relax. Don't worry. I want my cock buried in your ass but not now. Your body isn't ready yet. This is to start getting you ready." At that Rachel whimpered and her back arched into his chest. She moved as if she might try to roll away from him again but his voice stilled her.
"Uh-uh, Baby. You want this. I want this. I told you I was gonna fuck your ass but trust me, you don't want me just plowing into you."
Rachel decided not to fight her body. He was right-she did want this and she trusted him absolutely. She let out a soft mewling sound and ground her body into his.
"Good girl."
She felt his hands move in front of her face.
"Open your eyes, Baby."
She did and saw a small, silver object in front of her. It was narrow at the top, flared in the middle and then narrowed again to tapered base. She knew immediately what it was-an anal plug.
His voice was low in her ear again. "This is part of a starter kit. It's the smallest size. It'll probably still be uncomfortable but you'll get through it. Just do exactly what I tell you, okay?"
Puck waited for her response and knew that he had to give her moment to decide. If she was ever going to use her safe word, it would be now.
Rachel didn't hesitate, her body still felt like she was on the edge of a cliff and she wanted to fall off. She wanted Noah to push her off.
"I'll do what you say. Just pleeease, do something."
Puck breathed a sigh and whispered, "That's my kinky little girl. Just relax, Baby. Lift your hips."
Rachel expected to feel his fingers in her ass again, but he surprised her. His fingers were back at her pussy lips, stroking and gliding, circling her clit but not touching.
"Sooo wet, Baby. See, I know what you want, your body always tells me. Such a kinky girl."
His voice and his words combined with the sensations running up and down her had Rachel straining down to meet his fingers. Suddenly, his fingers were replaced by the feel of something more solid and unyielding. She felt the buzzing instantly.
"Your favorite vibrator, Baby. I put it right next to your clit. No moving, no rubbing. It's on low. Just let the vibrations take you-it'll make you cum, just not right away. Just feel."
Rachel fought not to grind down on it and did as he said, letting the vibrations urge her closer to her orgasm.
As she gave herself over, Rachel felt his fingers part her ass cheeks again but she didn't tense or protest. She heard a snapping sound and knew he'd uncapped the lubricant he'd made her purchase the other day.
She felt him ease the lube around her asshole and his finger eased in. It wasn't painful, but it felt strange. She tensed for a second and his voice was in her ear.
"Relax, Baby. Breathe out. Push out. I'm going to turn the vibrator up. You concentrate on that-don't grind on it yet. I don't want you to cum yet."
Rachel's breath got heavier and she felt the vibrator notch up to the next setting. It was right next to her clit, bringing her closer to the edge but she couldn't go over without more pressure.
Every nerve in my body is on fire. I can't think, I can't breathe
"Noooahh, pleaseplease, I want-want-I wan-oh God, pllleaasse"
"I know what you want Baby and you'll get it. Don't worry."
His fingers were back at her asshole and as he watched her fight not to grind down on the vibrator, Puck inserted two lube-coated fingers.
Fuuuuuck, tight-God Baby, I just wanna pound-fuuucck
He slowly drew out and pushed in-fucking her ass with his fingers, slowly but insistently. He watched Rachel's body and saw the tremors in her legs. She was close-if he turned up the vibrator one more notch, she'd go over and it would be intense.
That had been his plan; he'd deliberately kept Rachel frustrated for the last several days, knowing that the first step into anal would be the most difficult. He knew that if she was aroused it would go so much better for her. His cock was aching and he wanted to pound into her ass or her pussy but he forced himself to hold off-shoving himself into her ass would only guarantee that he hurt her- and not in the right way.
Now or never Baby.
Rachel felt the metal, warmed by his hand, poised at the entrance to her rear. She felt it slowly push inside her, opening her in a way she'd wanted forever but hadn't really imagined would ever happen.
Oh God-it feels, pressure, oh. God
"Noah-it, I-
The sight of the plug partially embedded in Rachel's ass and hearing her voice whimper for something she couldn't name had Puck about to cum in his pants.
"Ssshh, Baby-you're doing great. Push out-that's right-just like that. "
Last little bit, Baby. You're going over-NOW
Puck turned the vibrator up to its highest setting and maneuvered it just enough to touch Rachel's clit.
Her moans came harder and her breathing had become a constant pant and stream of unintelligible sounds. Her legs were shaking uncontrollably and the culmination of days of denial sent her into an orgasm that rocked her down to her bones.
"Ohhhhhh GodyesNoahyesGoohhhhhGod". As Rachel rode out her orgasm, Puck gave one final push and the plug was firmly seated in her ass.
OhGod-too much-full-OhGod-hurts-doesn't-more-God please
Rachel's thoughts were as incoherent as her words. She felt Noah slide the plug into her, she felt the full middle portion of it stretch her out and then it was in-it wasn't comfortable but it didn't hurt. She felt stretched and full but not in pain.
Noah's hands were stroking her back and her hair and her body, she could feel him everywhere. He whispered into her ear but she couldn't make out actual words as her body shook. Her orgasm dragged out and she felt her inner muscles-all of them-contracting as her body spasmed. When she came down and her breathing started to even out, Rachel could feel the plug nestled in her body. It was hard and unyielding but not painful.
Rachel felt Noah's erection pressing into her and without conscious thought she slid down the length of his body until she was at his groin. She said nothing, just opened her mouth and took him inside her in one move.
Puck hadn't expected that but realized that maybe he should have.
This is about exploring her submissive side and you just tapped the motherload of submissiveness-what did you think she'd do?
Puck knew he wasn't going to take long at all. He rolled over and pushed himself up on hands, almost kneeling over Rachel. He canted his hips back and thrust into her mouth. It was reminiscent of the mouth-fucking he'd given her at the lake but this time, Rachel was grabbing at his ass, pulling him closer to her.
Puck felt his cock hit the back of her throat and pulled back a little before thrusting all the way back in. Her mouth was warm and wet and Rachel was sucking and swallowing around him, whining and moaning as she deep-throated him.
Two more deep thrusts and Puck came down her throat, feeling Rachel swallow again and again as she pulled the last of his orgasm from him.
Puck collapsed his arms and fell onto the bed, pulling Rachel close to him. He couldn't stop touching her as his hands roamed over her body and he kissed her hair, her cheeks and finally reached her mouth.
Rachel clung to him like she would never let him go and he wasn't in any hurry to break the mood either.
He turned them on their sides, still holding together and brushed the hair back from her face. Once again, Puck was the first to break the silence.
"How do you feel, Baby? "
Rachel flexed, feeling her body, testing. Her rear was sore; she could feel the marks from his belt. She had no doubt the welts would hurt later but right now the soreness was a slightly erotic reminder of what had just happened.
The plug was slightly uncomfortable-it hurt a little more now that she wasn't on an endorphin high but it was a tolerable pain-a slight ache, like a bruise or a muscle pull.
"I feel okay. It feels strange but not bad. It hurts a little but it's bearable."
Puck stroked her hair as she talked-when she told him it was bearable, he let out a low growl and tightened his grip.
"I'm glad it's bearable, Baby. You're gonna be bearing it for a little while-and when you're ready, you're gonna bear my cock buried deeper than that plug. Get used to it."
He kissed her and knowing that she wanted it just as badly took some of the sting out of his words. Rachel closed her eyes and sighed.
"Yes, Sir. I could definitely get used to this.'
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If anyone had asked her beforehand, Rachel would have said that waking up with someone the morning after something like that punishment was bound to be, at a minimum, awkward. It hadn't been at all. It was like the punishment had cleared the air-and not just about what she had done. It was as if the entire thing, especially the letter writing, had dissipated any feelings of tension surrounding The Game. Noah was in it, she was in it, they both knew how the other felt and it was slowly becoming just another facet of their relationship. It wasn't hanging in the air between them-as Noah had called it, the elephant in the room.
When they'd woken up around 10, Noah was the first one awake. Rachel had felt the cooling gel being smoothed over her body again. As she groaned at rolling over, Noah nuzzled his face into her neck. "You okay, Baby?" Rachel nodded, gradually stretched her muscles, testing out how bad it actually was. She was sore, but as a dancer she knew that most of the soreness in her rear was muscles aches that would be gone in a couple of days. Her breasts ached and between her legs, well-she knew that Noah had been right. That would definitely be in the front of her mind the next time. She was in no hurry to repeat it. All in all though, Rachel knew that a hot shower, some Aleve, aloe vera for the marks and movement for the soreness would take care of the worst of it and she'd be perfectly fine in a day or two.
As they ate a late breakfast after showering, Rachel had broached one aspect of it. "Noah, I know I said-and I meant it-that however I got punished was up to you but I wondered if I could ask you to consider something?" Puck's eyebrows quirked up and Rachel quickly clarified, "What I mean is-it's summer and I can't spend the entire vacation refusing to swim and I don't have a bathing suit that will cover the, um, the marks so I thought-could maybe-could you avoid the tops of my breasts? Please?"
Puck thought it over while he chewed his bacon (yeah, he knew-bad Jew) and realized that it was a valid point. He didn't want to completely take her tits out of the equation but visible marks or Rachel conspicuously absence from summertime activities would raise red flags to their friends. "We can do that-but if I want to punish your tits, your nipples aren't off limits. You can't see anything on those through a bathing suit." Internally, Rachel marveled at the normality of their discussion. If you didn't know better, you'd think they were just talking about what to have for dinner or their weekend plans.
She thought about his offer and started to add, "fine, but that area is particularly sensitive so-"when Puck interrupted her.
Uh-uh Baby. I'll meet you halfway on the big ones but the rules are still mine.
"That's it Rach. You asked, I gave you my answer. I'll leave the tops of your tits alone but your nipples are still available."
Rachel couldn't contain the shiver up her spine at his words. Part of it was a recoil from the thought of him punishing her nipples again (it hurt!) but it was mostly an erotic thrill at the casual dominance he'd displayed. No yelling, no arguing, just a firm, "this is the way it is."
"Yes, Noah" she said quietly. "Thank you."
Puck noticed the small shiver and the darkening of her eyes and thought briefly about having her suck him off again-right here in the kitchen this time-but the day was getting later and both of them had things to do.
"Not a problem, Baby. Isn't the rest of your shit supposed to be here today?"
Moving an entire apartment's worth of stuff on an airplane was a nightmare when you went to college halfway across the country. Both of them had learned early in their collegiate careers to pack minimally and ship the rest. Rachel's packages were scheduled for afternoon delivery. Puck had plans with Finn and Mike-if you could call an entire afternoon of marathon video gaming "plans."
"Yes, they are. And San left me a message-most of which I can't repeat and has to do with you and Michael occupying her boyfriend for an entire afternoon when they've been apart for so long-but she was laughing so I think it's safe for you, Finn and Michael to sleep. Anyway-since you all will be occupied, she's coming over to help and after we unpack, she wants to go do manicure and pedicures."
Those two and girl day shit had Puck pushing his chair back from the table in a hurry. He loaded the dishwasher as Rachel put the food away and the kitchen was quickly put to rights. Puck grabbed his wallet and keys from the hall table as he left to head over to Finn's. He leaned down to give Rachel a kiss before heading to the door.
"Have fun, Baby. I moved all our stuff to the spare room so Loca won't find it while you guys fuck around with everything in your room. Call me later." As he opened the door to leave, he turned around and casually tossed out, "And Rach? Orgasm restriction still applies. No getting yourself off. Love you, Baby." He threw a wink at her before shutting the door behind him.
Rachel sat down on the bottom stair a little disbelieving that he'd just thrown all that out casually like it was everyday chit chat. Bye, honey. The kinky toys are put away in the spare room. Don't masturbate. Have a great day. She giggled into the now empty room and headed upstairs to start figuring out where she was going to put everything.
Rachel did her best during the day not to actively show any signs of the night before but she couldn't help slowing down a little; she was sore. Watching Rachel ease around when she thought Santana wasn't looking and remembering their conversation in the Breadstix bathroom, Santana spent much of the day probing for answers. Sober Rachel held her off far better than two-bottles-of-wine Rachel and while San speculated (out loud and often) that Puck and Rachel were now indulging in what she called "S&M Sexy Times", Santana didn't get any details out of her. Noah had said he didn't care what Rachel told her but Rachel wasn't ready to divulge the details of The Game to San yet.
Monday night, the girls wound up back at Santana's. Noah called around 9 while Santana showering. One of Mike's fraternity brothers who lived in Chicago had extra Cubs tickets and wanted them to drive up, hang out and watch a game on Tuesday afternoon. Rachel briefly wondered if Levi was included in the group. The guys planned to leave before midnight and they were going to spend a couple of days and wouldn't be coming back until Wednesday afternoon. During the call, Noah mentioned that he really wanted to do something special for her dads when they got back from their cruise. The fact that he didn't have to work a "real" job this summer was solely because of them. The BDads had been adamant about both "the kids" having a summer to relax and while they knew that Noah wouldn't just take money from them, they were paying him a ridiculously stupid amount of money to do general around-the-house and take- care-of-the-property shit. He didn't know many parents who would willingly subsidize their daughter's boyfriend but he knew he was far more than that to them, just like Rachel was to his mom.
"Perhaps you could show your appreciation by not beating their daughter?" Rachel quipped at him, after checking to see that Santana wasn't back from her shower yet. Noah laughed. "Nice, Baby-cute. Remember, restriction still applies." He was vague enough that she knew that other people were likely within hearing distance. Rachel replied with enough sugary sweetness to let him know she was restraining herself, "Yes, Noah, of course I remember." In a far more normal voice she told him to have fun and to try not to get all of them arrested because she wasn't interested in driving to Chicago to bail them out of jail. A few "love yous" later they both hung up.
The continued restriction didn't really bother her because she was tired and with Noah gone she planned on spending the night at Santana's but she did wonder what Noah intended by it-did he have something planned or was this just a display of dominance because he could? She wasn't going to ask him over the phone so she knew she wouldn't know anything until at least Wednesday, if he chose to tell her at all.
"Beating their daughter? Really, B? Do tell." Santana came in from the bathroom. "Get your mind out of the gutter Lopez. I was talking about bowling. Noah wants to take my dads out when they get home and while the three of them love bowling, I always end up getting beat."
"Likely story." Santana grumbled. She looked she was gearing up to give Rachel more of the third degree when her phone rang with Finn's ringtone. Since Rachel knew the Chicago trip wasn't going to go over well at all, she decided to shower while San yelled at Finn. Rachel didn't really blame her for being annoyed. She and Noah might be apart a lot during the year but it was only a little over 100 miles from New York to Philadelphia. Unless they were out of the country or way out of state like when she was in Atlanta, they rarely went more than a couple of weeks without seeing each other. San and Finn were 700 miles apart and it wasn't easy coordinating visits between South Bend and New York. Summers and extended holidays were really the only lengthy times they had together. Most people were surprised they'd lasted this long but Rachel knew that when Santana decided she wanted something, she'd move Heaven and Hell to get it and Santana wanted Finn. Finn wanted her too but as Noah always said about it, "poor bastard never had a chance."
As she showered, Rachel heard some high-pitched Spanish and then a thud. She knew Santana had thrown her phone into the wall.
It's reached phone-throwing levels. This is going to be ugly.
Rachel hurried out of the shower, dried and threw on shorts and a t-shirt of San's. She wanted to be covered before Santana's anger got the better of her and she stormed into the bathroom to rant at Rachel. She wasn't particularly modest around San, they'd changed in front of each other countless times over the years but Rachel still didn't plan to divulge details and if San saw marks on her, she'd pretty well have to tell almost all of it.
She'd just slipped the t-shirt over her head and got it past her breasts when Santana did exactly what Rachel had anticipated. The bathroom door flew open and in a flood of Spanish and English, Rachel heard "Moron Triplets" (presumably Finn, Noah and Michael), "fucking Chicago", and something that sounded remarkably like a curse of many years on all their manhoods.
"Asshole told you? Why didn't you say something?" Rachel just watched as her best friend yelled and stormed around the bathroom then back into her bedroom.
"When did I have time to tell you? You were in the shower when Noah called and then Finn called you. Did you leave him in one piece?"
Rachel knew better than to take Santana's rant personally. San wasn't really mad, just disappointed. She'd never tell Finn not to go, she just didn't like having to share him for the limited time they had together. San finished her ranting and plopped on the bed. "Sorry B-not your fault." She took out her phone and sent Finn a quick "Have fun. Be safe. Love you" text and turned back to Rachel. "Not his either-I'm better now." Rachel knew that she was-one thing about San; she'd rant, rave and yell but it'd be over quickly. The girls talked a little more but sleep came quickly since it had been a long day for both of them.
Tuesday and Wednesday passed fairly quickly. Rachel spent most of Tuesday morning arranging all the things that she and Santana had unpacked on Monday. Tuesday afternoon was spent setting up her summer voice and dance lessons. She might not be performing full time this summer but she wasn't about to let her body or her voice suffer from disuse. She'd had the same coaches for years and they were always happy to fit her in to their schedules when she was home.
Dr. and Mrs. Lopez took them out to dinner on Tuesday evening and when they left the restaurant, she saw a missed call, voicemail and a text from Noah. The voicemail was short and he sounded a little buzzed but not drunk. "Hey Baby, sorry I missed you. The ball game was great. Call me if you get this soon. Love you, see you tomorrow." She didn't read the text until after they'd dropped her off and she was inside her house. She knew Noah's texts (especially when he'd been drinking) could be explicit and she didn't want San grabbing her phone if whatever it was made her blush. When she scrolled to her text message screen, she was doubly glad she'd waited.
"Wanna fuck you. Gonna fuck you. You better not be fucking yourself."
She called him back and when he answered she could hear a party in the background. "Hold on Rach, let me move someplace I can hear." She heard the sounds ebb and flow until she knew Noah must have walked outside because the noise in the background was suddenly muffled and distant. "That's better. Sorry-we're at some bar downtown and you can't fucking hear yourself think. I only saw your call 'cause I had my phone out to send you another text. Where were you?"
Rachel told him about dinner and her day and they chatted about the baseball game and his trip for a minute. She knew he wouldn't talk long, not with everybody waiting inside, so she wasn't at all surprised when he got right to the point. "Did you?"
Puck waited out the silence. He was absolutely certain that Rachel knew exactly what he meant.
"No, I didn't."
He chuckled. "Good girl. I do wanna fuck you Baby-so bad. And I will-remember when I told you that before?"
His phrasing jogged her memory and -
"Remember yet?"
He's talking about-he wants-
"Yes, Noah, I remember."
"Good. Think about it. And you're still on restriction so no matter how much you dream about me fucking you and all the ways I plan to-you keep your hands and your toys off that pretty little pussy that belongs to me. Understand?"
Let's play, Baby. I will have you-time for you to know that
"Yes, Noah."
Another "I love you" and Puck ended the call.
Think about that for a while, Baby.
She did. For most of the night.
Wednesday morning dawned hot and clear. Ohio was in the middle of an early summer heat wave and the temperatures were about 15 degrees hotter than normal for early June. Rachel woke from a fitful sleep around 7 AM. She'd spend much of the night tossing and turning, unable to get Noah's comments out of her head. Physically, she was feeling much better. The ache in her muscles was gone. The ache between her legs was stronger than ever. It had been days since she'd had any kind of relief and God only knew when or how Noah was planning to let that change.
A little after 9, Rachel got a text from Noah saying they were planning to leave Chicago around 10 and they'd be back sometime between 2 and 3, depending on traffic. She texted her acknowledgment and her phone beeped again.
"Did you?"
Her reply was equally fast, "No."
"Good girl. What belongs to me?"
"Me." She knew that wasn't the answer he really wanted but sexting wasn't something she'd ever been comfortable with and she wanted to see how far he'd push her about it, especially with the guys around.
It didn't take long to find out.
"Nice try Baby, but I want specifics."
How am I blushing about this? It's not like he's going to show them his phone. Besides, we're adults-this shouldn't be that big of a deal. I wrote him a letter, what's the issue with a text message?
Her phone beeped again.
"What belongs to me?"
Rachel texted back rapidly, before she could over-think it. "My pussy."
"Whose?"
"Your pussy." She hit send, feeling like a teenager again trying dirty talk with him for the first time.
"Good girl. And that's not the only thing that belongs to me but we'll talk about that later. See you in a few hours. Love you, Baby. XO"
"Love you, too-travel safe. XO"
He does want-he said he did-I did too-but why now? Now? When?
Rachel puttered around the house for the remainder of the morning, restless and edgy. When her phone rang a little after 11, she fully expected it to be Noah again but when she glanced at the display, she was thrilled to be wrong. Close but wrong.
"Miriam, hello!"
"Hello sweetheart. How's your vacation so far? Having fun?"
Miriam Puckerman was one of Rachel's favorite people on Earth-and not just because she was her boyfriend's mother. Miriam had been a part of Rachel's life through all the years when Noah was still Puck and Rachel had been miserable. She was a good friend of Rachel's parents and the closest thing Rachel had to a mother long before there was any chance of her one day being Rachel's mother-in-law.
Miriam said she'd called Noah, asking him to come by the house tomorrow. There were a few minor repairs that needed to be handled and Miriam finally had a day off and wanted to have lunch with Noah and Rachel. Rachel told her that as far as she knew they had no other plans and would likely be coming by. Noah beeped in while they were talking but Rachel let the call go to voicemail while she caught up with Miriam. The two women chatted for a while and hung up with both hoping they would see each other the next day.
After she finished her conversation with Miriam, Rachel's phone buzzed with another text. "Mom called. Lunch tomorrow. I tried to call you-I'll call back in about an hour. You DON'T want to miss my call again."
Rachel shivered.
Something about Noah these last few days. He's stopped….asking.
An hour later, Rachel's phone went off, sounding abnormally loud in the quiet house.
"Hello, Noah."
"Hey Baby. You got my message, I see."
"Yes."
"You didn't answer when I called before."
"I was talking to Miriam-she called and-"
He interrupted her. "Baby, in The Game when I call, you answer. Are we clear?"
That tone-
"Yes, Sir."
Puck chuckled to himself. Rachel had picked up the phone on the first ring. She was learning-it was always going to go better for her if she obeyed.
"Good girl. We stopped for lunch. Finn and Mike are in the diner waiting for me."
Rachel held her breath.
He didn't demand I pick up his call just to talk about lunch-he's telling me that Finn and Michael aren't in earshot. The Game.
"The enemas you bought the other day?"
I was right-
"Yes?"
"Use one."
Rachel knew it was coming. He'd hinted around enough about it the last few days but to hear it just stated so matter of factly-
"Rach, you still there?"
"Y-yes, yes, I'm here. "
"Good. Use one. I figured you'd feel more comfortable doing it yourself but if you want me t-"
"NO! I-can-yes- fine-yes." Rachel knew she was babbling.
Puck stopped himself from laughing. He comprehended that the "NO!" wasn't about what he'd told her to do but the idea of him doing it for her. He'd counted on that-not that he'd mind "helping" her but he figured he'd save it for another time.
"Gotta go-they're waiting for me. Love you. See you in a little while."
"Noah, wait!"
"Yes?" Puck's voice hardened. This wasn't going to be another long, drawn-out debate.
"When? I mean when do you want to-or when should I?"
"You can take care of it as soon as you want. Don't worry about when. It'll happen when I decide it happens."
"Okay-then I'll- um, I'll take care of it."
"Good girl. See you in a bit. Love you."
"Love you too."
Puck walked into the diner smiling to himself.
You have no idea what you're in for, Baby.
After she finished "taking care of things" including a long, hot shower, Rachel figured she had at least another hour or so before the boys were due home; she'd just take a short nap. She set the alarm on her phone for 2 and fell asleep almost instantly. She never heard the alarm go off and when she opened her eyes, the light in the room told her it was far later than she'd planned to wake up. She grabbed her phone and was thoroughly confused by the time-it was almost 7 at night.
Her brain was still groggy from sleep and it took her a few moments to realize that something was different than before she'd fallen asleep and she let out a shriek at the sight of Noah sitting in the oversized chair in the corner, watching tv.
"Noah! When did you get back? I must have slept through my alarm, why didn't you wake me?" The words tumbled over each other as Rachel struggled to come up from the fog of sleep around her. Puck stretched out of the chair and walked toward the bed where he sat down next to her. His arms came around her and he brushed the hair back from her face as he leaned in to kiss her.
"Hey there, sleepy girl. One question at a time. We got back about 3 hours ago. You didn't sleep through your alarm, I turned it off. You looked like you needed the rest. You didn't sleep much while I was gone?"
Rachel snuggled into his chest and shook her head. "Not very well, no."
Puck's voice took on a teasing tone. "Why not Baby? Worried about something? Or maybe you're a little sexually frustrated. What's wrong, Baby?"
Rachel didn't answer, just snuggled closer to his chest. They stayed like that for a while; Noah told her about the trip, Rachel filled him on her days while he was away.
He always smells soooo good.
"Missed you, Baby."
"I missed you too, Noah. I'm glad you had fun but I'm glad you're back."
The room was silent for a bit except for low murmurs and soft kisses; the sounds of lovers reacquainting themselves after time apart. Puck was the first to break the silence.
"I missed you, Baby. It's really too bad that I have to punish you first thing when I get back. I was looking forward to a more-enjoyable-reunion." His voice had that lightly teasing tone again that she should have noticed but Rachel keyed in on the words, not the tone.
"Punish me? For what? What are you talking about?"
Puck rolled over on his side facing Rachel. His voice lost its teasing and took on the edge that it got when he stepped fully into The Game. His hand drifted down Rachel's side, drifting slowly under the lace at the top of her panties.
"What belongs to me?"
Rachel was confused. She knew what he meant but she hadn't-he'd said not to and she hadn't.
"Noah, I didn't-. What are you talking about? I didn't do anything."
"I asked you a question. What belongs to me?" His voice was more insistent but his fingers still ran lightly across her skin. He hadn't touched anywhere close to between her legs, just skirted gently around her hip.
Rachel made a move to get up and his grip tightened on her hip, holding her in place. "I-Noah! I didn't -you said I couldn't and I didn't. Why are you talking about punishing me?" Her voice started to rise.
His grip intensified and Puck knew he was going to leave marks on her hips if he kept it up. "Last chance Rachel. Answer the question. What belongs to me?"
Rachel sighed. He wouldn't answer her questions until she played his way. His rules.
"Me. My-all of me" She felt his fingers digging harder into her hip and gave up the answer she knew he wanted. She ground out her answer into his chest. "My pussy."
Puck let go of her waist and tilted her face up, forcing her eyes to meet his. His eyes gave nothing away and there was no expression she could read on his face. Rachel felt her own face flame but she also felt the warmth between her legs and knew that if he dipped his fingers lower, he'd bring them away wet.
"Again. And watch the tone."
Rachel breathed deeply and repeated, "My pussy belongs to you. All of me belongs to you, Noah."
Puck nodded, released her chin from his fingers and resumed the light stroking he'd been doing.
"Noah?"
"Yes, Baby?"
"Noah-I didn't do anything. I didn't touch myself, I didn't get myself off. I didn't do anything you told me not to do. Why were you talking about punishing me? You can't punish me for something I didn't do."
Puck rolled them both over, not answering, pinning Rachel's legs beneath his, trapping her on her stomach between his body and the bed. His left hand pinned both her arms above her head. She could lift her head from the mattress and turn it from side to side but was otherwise immobilized. He eased her shirt up and pulled her panties down to the middle of her thighs. His voice was tight.
"I can't? Really? I think I can, actually."
Without another word, he crashed his hand down on her ass. Rachel tried to roll away but Puck was far stronger and she wasn't able to maneuver out from under him.
His hand came down again and again on her ass, not overly hard yet but with enough force to reignite some of the ache that had faded. Puck's hand picked up speed and she could feel the difference. It was leaving uncomfortable and edging toward painful and he still hadn't spoken another word.
Rachel turned her head into the mattress and let out a low moan when his hand found his favorite place to spank-her sit spots.
That's the sound I was waiting for.
His palm smashed into her sit spots with renewed force. Puck knew that for a spanking to really be felt, that was the place the pain had to be concentrated; the place where her ass made contact with a seat-it would remind her every time she sat down.
He could hear her breathing getting edgier. She wasn't crying-not in pain anyway. He knew she was likely frustrated and confused as hell and that would make this spanking much harder for her to take. He grinned to himself and decided she hadn't had enough yet.
He whispered in her ear. "I saw you when I came in-you were sound asleep and your hand was underneath your panties. You were touching yourself."
Rachel heard him and her body stiffened.
He couldn't-I wasn't responsible-I was asleep
She blurted out exactly that, trying to keep her voice steady even as his hand continued its blistering assault on her rear.
"I was asleep, Noah. That's not fair. You can't punish me for something I did when-"
His hand stopped suddenly and his voice was in her ear, low and slightly menacing.
"You're forgetting the rules here, little girl. You don't tell me what I can and can't do. I was just kidding earlier but you forgot yourself and your place. I was only joking about punishing you but you had to go and throw a tantrum. You aren't in charge here, I am."
Puck slowly pulled his belt from the loops and he knew the instant that it registered with Rachel-she hated the belt and Puck gave a wicked little grin.
Rachel quivered underneath him, her body held tight as a bowstring. Her eyes were screwed tightly shut and she heard the sound that made her stomach tighten and her body stiffen.
That belt-I hate that thing-this isn't fair-I didn't do
Rachel's internal monologue was interrupted by the feel of thick leather connecting with her skin. Her back arched and she tried to kick out and escape from Noah's grasp.
She struggled for a moment and as the belt came down again, sending a heavy jolt into her muscles, she felt the oddest sensation; as if a switch had been thrown inside her body.
It still hurt but the pain changed-it morphed into something that assaulted her senses with a sharp edge of dark pleasure.
This-THIS is what I wanted-what I couldn't get out of my head
Rachel moaned again and Puck heard the difference. He watched as her movements reflected the change. Her body flexed again but this time she wasn't trying to escape him-she was arching her hips and raising her ass up to meet him and grinding herself back into the mattress.
Puck's grip eased up slightly and he bent down to her ear again.
"You like that, Baby?"
A low moan spiked with desire was her only response. Puck's next words convinced Rachel that he could read her mind.
"You do don't you? This is what you wanted. This is what all those stories you read said it would be, isn't it?"
Puck brought the belt down again and watched Rachel's hands open and close as they gripped at the sheets and her legs strained against his. He knew she wasn't trying to escape him now so he moved his body off hers, placed the belt on the curve of her ass, caressed her skin with the leather and waited to see her reaction.
He didn't have long to wait.
Rachel arched her ass again and parted her legs slightly, toes digging into the mattress as she lifted her head up and whined toward him, wordlessly imploring him for more.
Puck raised the belt again but before he brought it down he switched his hands from her wrists to her hair, fisting it and pulling her head back as he turned her face to his.
"Tell me what you want. Beg"
Rachel felt like she was under some kind of spell. Noah's eyes had darkened to a deep green and she could see the desire that she felt mirrored in them.
"Noah-oohhhh, God, pleaeeease-againpleasemoreNoah, please!" Her voice was plaintive and breathy and she didn't care what he did-she just wanted more of all of it-the pain, the pleasure, all of it.
"Again."
"Plleeeease, Noah,pleaeeease, moooorrre"
Puck brought the belt down again; harder this time and watched her eyes shut and felt her body rise up to meet his stroke. He watched, fascinated, as the expression on her face mimicked the one he was used to seeing when she was close to orgasm. He felt his own erection straining against his shorts.
"You look like you wanna cum, Baby. Is that it? Is this making you wanna cum? Have you been a good girl, do you think you've earned it?"
At his words, Rachel's moans increased. Her body felt like it was on fire in the best and worst ways. She couldn't tell and didn't care where the pain stopped and the pleasure began. She couldn't form words, just continued to shake, moan and arch her hips as she tried to assuage the ache that was consuming her entire body.
Now or never, Baby.
Puck reached to the nightstand and opened the top drawer, extracting one of the items he'd placed there earlier while Rachel had slept.
Not wanting to break the mood or take Rachel out of the head space she'd found, Puck raised his arm and brought the belt down again and watched as her initial gasp tinged with pain segued into more pleasurable moaning and shaking.
Puck dropped the belt on the floor but rolled so his body was partially covering Rachel's again. He moved so his face hovered above her ass and he could feel the heat on his face. He ran his tongue over one of the welts and was rewarded by another moan and Rachel pushing back as she tried to get her ass as close to his tongue as possible.
He licked the welts then blew lightly over them. He watched her body shiver and felt the tension ease as she relaxed into the sensations. He scrabbled one handed to take the cap off the bottle he'd removed from the drawer.
Rachel felt his weight lift off her and fought to keep her body close to his. She didn't want it to end-it all felt too good. As she whimpered at the loss, Puck dropped back to cover her body with his and she felt his breath hot against her neck. His voice was a rough whisper.
"You're melting, Baby. Your body is like a melted candle-a puddle of warm wax, soft and pliant. I love seeing you like this. I love you. You've been good Baby, soooo good-now I'm going to give you what you want. Just stay with me."
At his words, Rachel whimpered again and breathed out raggedly, "Love you, Noah-so much, so much." She thought she knew what was coming and while a part of her was scared, the larger part didn't care what he did as long as her body kept reacting like this.
Rachel felt his hands wander over her ass again, caressing and probing, touching lightly then grabbing the welts, massaging them and making the edge of pain rise again. She felt his hands separate her cheeks and then his fingers were there, at the most private place on her body. She tensed briefly but Puck leaned down again and left a trail of kisses up her back and ran his tongue over her ass again.
Puck felt the slight tensing and whispered. "SShhh, Baby. Sssssh, just relax. Don't worry. I want my cock buried in your ass but not now. Your body isn't ready yet. This is to start getting you ready." At that Rachel whimpered and her back arched into his chest. She moved as if she might try to roll away from him again but his voice stilled her.
"Uh-uh, Baby. You want this. I want this. I told you I was gonna fuck your ass but trust me, you don't want me just plowing into you."
Rachel decided not to fight her body. He was right-she did want this and she trusted him absolutely. She let out a soft mewling sound and ground her body into his.
"Good girl."
She felt his hands move in front of her face.
"Open your eyes, Baby."
She did and saw a small, silver object in front of her. It was narrow at the top, flared in the middle and then narrowed again to tapered base. She knew immediately what it was-an anal plug.
His voice was low in her ear again. "This is part of a starter kit. It's the smallest size. It'll probably still be uncomfortable but you'll get through it. Just do exactly what I tell you, okay?"
Puck waited for her response and knew that he had to give her moment to decide. If she was ever going to use her safe word, it would be now.
Rachel didn't hesitate, her body still felt like she was on the edge of a cliff and she wanted to fall off. She wanted Noah to push her off.
"I'll do what you say. Just pleeease, do something."
Puck breathed a sigh and whispered, "That's my kinky little girl. Just relax, Baby. Lift your hips."
Rachel expected to feel his fingers in her ass again, but he surprised her. His fingers were back at her pussy lips, stroking and gliding, circling her clit but not touching.
"Sooo wet, Baby. See, I know what you want, your body always tells me. Such a kinky girl."
His voice and his words combined with the sensations running up and down her had Rachel straining down to meet his fingers. Suddenly, his fingers were replaced by the feel of something more solid and unyielding. She felt the buzzing instantly.
"Your favorite vibrator, Baby. I put it right next to your clit. No moving, no rubbing. It's on low. Just let the vibrations take you-it'll make you cum, just not right away. Just feel."
Rachel fought not to grind down on it and did as he said, letting the vibrations urge her closer to her orgasm.
As she gave herself over, Rachel felt his fingers part her ass cheeks again but she didn't tense or protest. She heard a snapping sound and knew he'd uncapped the lubricant he'd made her purchase the other day.
She felt him ease the lube around her asshole and his finger eased in. It wasn't painful, but it felt strange. She tensed for a second and his voice was in her ear.
"Relax, Baby. Breathe out. Push out. I'm going to turn the vibrator up. You concentrate on that-don't grind on it yet. I don't want you to cum yet."
Rachel's breath got heavier and she felt the vibrator notch up to the next setting. It was right next to her clit, bringing her closer to the edge but she couldn't go over without more pressure.
Every nerve in my body is on fire. I can't think, I can't breathe
"Noooahh, pleaseplease, I want-want-I wan-oh God, pllleaasse"
"I know what you want Baby and you'll get it. Don't worry."
His fingers were back at her asshole and as he watched her fight not to grind down on the vibrator, Puck inserted two lube-coated fingers.
Fuuuuuck, tight-God Baby, I just wanna pound-fuuucck
He slowly drew out and pushed in-fucking her ass with his fingers, slowly but insistently. He watched Rachel's body and saw the tremors in her legs. She was close-if he turned up the vibrator one more notch, she'd go over and it would be intense.
That had been his plan; he'd deliberately kept Rachel frustrated for the last several days, knowing that the first step into anal would be the most difficult. He knew that if she was aroused it would go so much better for her. His cock was aching and he wanted to pound into her ass or her pussy but he forced himself to hold off-shoving himself into her ass would only guarantee that he hurt her- and not in the right way.
Now or never Baby.
Rachel felt the metal, warmed by his hand, poised at the entrance to her rear. She felt it slowly push inside her, opening her in a way she'd wanted forever but hadn't really imagined would ever happen.
Oh God-it feels, pressure, oh. God
"Noah-it, I-
The sight of the plug partially embedded in Rachel's ass and hearing her voice whimper for something she couldn't name had Puck about to cum in his pants.
"Ssshh, Baby-you're doing great. Push out-that's right-just like that. "
Last little bit, Baby. You're going over-NOW
Puck turned the vibrator up to its highest setting and maneuvered it just enough to touch Rachel's clit.
Her moans came harder and her breathing had become a constant pant and stream of unintelligible sounds. Her legs were shaking uncontrollably and the culmination of days of denial sent her into an orgasm that rocked her down to her bones.
"Ohhhhhh GodyesNoahyesGoohhhhhGod". As Rachel rode out her orgasm, Puck gave one final push and the plug was firmly seated in her ass.
OhGod-too much-full-OhGod-hurts-doesn't-more-God please
Rachel's thoughts were as incoherent as her words. She felt Noah slide the plug into her, she felt the full middle portion of it stretch her out and then it was in-it wasn't comfortable but it didn't hurt. She felt stretched and full but not in pain.
Noah's hands were stroking her back and her hair and her body, she could feel him everywhere. He whispered into her ear but she couldn't make out actual words as her body shook. Her orgasm dragged out and she felt her inner muscles-all of them-contracting as her body spasmed. When she came down and her breathing started to even out, Rachel could feel the plug nestled in her body. It was hard and unyielding but not painful.
Rachel felt Noah's erection pressing into her and without conscious thought she slid down the length of his body until she was at his groin. She said nothing, just opened her mouth and took him inside her in one move.
Puck hadn't expected that but realized that maybe he should have.
This is about exploring her submissive side and you just tapped the motherload of submissiveness-what did you think she'd do?
Puck knew he wasn't going to take long at all. He rolled over and pushed himself up on hands, almost kneeling over Rachel. He canted his hips back and thrust into her mouth. It was reminiscent of the mouth-fucking he'd given her at the lake but this time, Rachel was grabbing at his ass, pulling him closer to her.
Puck felt his cock hit the back of her throat and pulled back a little before thrusting all the way back in. Her mouth was warm and wet and Rachel was sucking and swallowing around him, whining and moaning as she deep-throated him.
Two more deep thrusts and Puck came down her throat, feeling Rachel swallow again and again as she pulled the last of his orgasm from him.
Puck collapsed his arms and fell onto the bed, pulling Rachel close to him. He couldn't stop touching her as his hands roamed over her body and he kissed her hair, her cheeks and finally reached her mouth.
Rachel clung to him like she would never let him go and he wasn't in any hurry to break the mood either.
He turned them on their sides, still holding together and brushed the hair back from her face. Once again, Puck was the first to break the silence.
"How do you feel, Baby? "
Rachel flexed, feeling her body, testing. Her rear was sore; she could feel the marks from his belt. She had no doubt the welts would hurt later but right now the soreness was a slightly erotic reminder of what had just happened.
The plug was slightly uncomfortable-it hurt a little more now that she wasn't on an endorphin high but it was a tolerable pain-a slight ache, like a bruise or a muscle pull.
"I feel okay. It feels strange but not bad. It hurts a little but it's bearable."
Puck stroked her hair as she talked-when she told him it was bearable, he let out a low growl and tightened his grip.
"I'm glad it's bearable, Baby. You're gonna be bearing it for a little while-and when you're ready, you're gonna bear my cock buried deeper than that plug. Get used to it."
He kissed her and knowing that she wanted it just as badly took some of the sting out of his words. Rachel closed her eyes and sighed.
"Yes, Sir. I could definitely get used to this.'