Annabeth

I don't know what he means by punishing me. My body seems to know though, as my legs open wider on their own, and my tummy is doing flips. I feel a deep need in my core, that spreads all the way between my legs.

"What the hell for?" I know it's the wrong words to speak. I should be moving my body away from this tree, turning to face him and tell him there is no way I will allow him to punish me in any way.

I don't do either, I stand here, arms leaning on the tree, my hips bent, and legs spread. Awaiting for his next command. Shaking my head, I laugh under my breath.

"What's so funny little lamb?" He asks, as I feel his hands rubbing up and down my ass.

"This is the weirdest dream I have ever had." I close my lips tight, realizing what I just said. Hoping he doesn't put two and two together I stand there, quiet, and unmoving.

"You have dreamt of me?" The haughty tone of his voice makes me want to turn around and slap him clear across the face. I move to do just that when I feel his body fall on top of mine.

"I wouldn't do that baby. It'll only make things worse for you." He intertwines his fingers with mine, his breath falling along the skin of my neck.

"Do what?" I go for playing coy.

There's no way he could know what I was really going to do. Is there? I feel his face move from being buried in my hair, to beside my ear. His tongue sticks out, licking the outer ring before I feel his teeth sink into my earlobe. I mean to scream, but instead a deep moan falls from my lips. It hurt of course. The sadistic thing is I liked it.

"My kinky little lamb. The things we will do together." He releases my hands and brings his down my body.

Slowly, ever so slowly. The feel of his palms on my skin actually hurts. I hate to admit it, but there is a big part of me that wants him inside of me. Here and now. I don't care who hears us, or the possibility of being seen. That excites me that much more.

"Soon. First, you have a few things to atone for." My brows furrow with confusion. As the heat of his body goes with him, I feel cold for the first time today. I hear a loud noise, before his palm slaps me on my jean covered ass.

"Ugh. What the..." I'm unable to finish my sentence, as his hand comes down once more.

He swats my cheek a few more times, before rubbing it slowly below his hand.

"Why do you wear baggy clothes?" His question throws me for a loop. He brings his head closer to my ear, the feel of his bare chest along the skin of my arm is doing strange things to my head.

"Why do you hide baby?" I love when he calls me that. Baby. I know I shouldn't, he probably calls all the women of this school that.

"I," my words break off.

I don't know how to answer his question. I have always worn baggy clothes, hiding in the background or in the dark. It's where I'm most comfortable. These last few days are the only time I can recall wearing tighter shirts, and jeans. I know in my soul the reason being to entice him.

I go to open my mouth, ready to spout a lie, when his finger comes up to my lips.

"Don't lie to me." His voice has grown hard.

"I will know if you do, and then there won't be any fun to have later. It'll only be punishment." His fingers fall from my lips.

I close my mouth for a moment, breathing heavily. I'm torn, I don't like to get personal with people, but I have a strange feeling that if I am not honest he will bring me to the brink of orgasm, but won't let me get there. That thought brings sadness to my core, I find myself opening my mouth telling him the truth.

"I don't feel I am beautiful enough. I'm just plain, ordinary, well me." I shrug my shoulders.

I hear him give off a mean grunt below his breath.

"Well, let me show you what I think of that." He whispers in my air, as his other hand comes down hard on my ass. He swats me a few times, before I feel the muscles in his body tense up.

"Fuck it." He twirls me around, catching me by both arms, so I don't fall headfirst into the ground.

The next moment, his lips are on mine. This isn't like any other kiss he's given me. This is hard and holds so much passion that if he wasn't holding onto me, I'd fall to my knees. It's a punishment for my thoughts. He bites down on my bottom lip, causing me to cry out. He swallows my pain, brushing his tongue deep into my mouth. Feeding me the elixir that is merely him. With a hint of an iron taste. My blood.

The taste of it on his tongue, causes him to get more animalistic. He lifts my body up with both hands on my ass, slamming my back against the tree. One of his hands works its way up my body, before reaching my chin. He holds my face still for his onslaught.

"You taste too fucking good." He groans into my mouth.

He brings his hips close to mine, holding my body up against the tree, as his other hand makes its way to my sweater. With a growl, he takes both hands, tears my shirt completely open. Both parts of my garment drop to the ground. He pauses, once he feels my bare chest, to look down.

"No bra?" It's a question, though sounds more like a proclamation.

"I was in a hurry and forgot to put one on." I nibble my lip, as his eyes look up at me.

With a sly smirk he bends his head down, not breaking eye contact, sucking my nipple into his mouth. I moan, as my hips begin to move with the sensation coursing through my body. I have never in my life had this feeling before. I don't know what it is, but I do know I never want it to end.

He attacks my breasts, just as aggressively as he did my mouth. Taking almost the whole thing into his mouth. He sucks, licks, and bites the area, before lifting his mouth from it with a pop. Looking down, he rubs my hardened nipple with his thumb. My hands fall to his shoulders, as I ride out the waves.