41 | 𝐏𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭

A/N: Mature scenes up ahead!

Sophia's POV

"Logan," I shout from across the hallway in school. He doesn't hear me. "Logan, wait!" I try again, and this time I succeed.

He looks over and makes eye contact with me, then smiles. "Hey, Princess, what's up?" he asks me as he walks closer and swings his arm over my shoulder.

"Not much, what about you?" I question sweetly.

"I'm alright." He grins down at me and asks what my next classes are.

"French," I whine exaggeratedly, slapping my hand over my mouth when some students look over.

"Oh come on, it's not that bad," he says, I roll my eyes. For you, I muttered to myself.

I come to an abrupt halt when the lights suddenly flicker off eerily. Logan removes his arm from me and turns around. "What the hell? Where is everyone?" he asks me. I stare at him confused.

"What do you mea-" I stop once I remove my gaze from him. There was no one else here, it was only us. How is that possible, everyone was just here seconds ago? "Where did they leave to?" I question myself and him.

"To a better place, and I think it's time for you to go as well." I twist around and stare at him. His back was to me.

"What?" I say stupidly. He turns around and walks over to me. I step back, getting a feeling that something is off about him, really off. He grasps my hands in his, so tight it hurts.

"Logan, let go!" I yelp out in pain. Just as I am about to look him in the eyes, something splatters across my face. A liquid that feels all too familiar. The loud bang follows only seconds after.

Logan falls to the ground and Cassius appears from behind him, a gun in his hands. I start screaming and shaking my head.

"Love, what's wrong? Wake up," a voice yelled in the back of my head, it was enough for me to open my eyes wide and take in a deep breath. I sat upright and was gasping for fresh air.

I looked around me viciously, I was in a bed, but not mine. I felt myself slightly become more relaxed once I saw Grayson sitting next to me.

An expression of pure sympathy crossed it and I wondered if he knew what my dream- nightmare was about. "I-I'm sorry," I mumbled, looking at my hands in my lap. My whole body was sweating and shaking. "For waking you."

"Love, please," he took my face in between his fingers gently. "Don't ever apologise for that again, okay?" I nodded when I realised he wasn't going to let me go unless I agreed with him.

"Good," he said sternly. "Are you okay now? Do you want to talk about it?" I only shook my head, and later added, "Maybe tonight."

He raised his brows and smiled slightly. "About that..." He looked over at his phone on the nightstand. "It's 6 pm." What?

I was still panting a little when he said that, and I gaped at him in disbelief. "No," I responded with stubbornly. He smirked.

"Are you still tired?" he asked me. I shook my head once more. "Fantastic," he said. He threw the covers off of me and stood up. His shirt had ridden up a bit and a part of his ripped stomach came into view.

"Staring already, Love?" came his smug reaction. I avoided his eyes and pretended I didn't know what he was talking about. I heard him chuckle as he ambled over to my side. Damn, I'm never going to get used to this.

"What are you doing?" I asked skeptically. "And why are you so full of energy?"

"Because," he came nearer, "we have a date, remember?" My brows shot up and my lips parted. Oh my God, was he serious? "Are you coming or not?"

"Like...a real date?" I stammered. He stared at me with a amused expression on. "Well-Well what am I going to wear? I- I don't have anything and-" He put his fingers on my lips.

"I bought you a present."

"What? No, you didn't have to, Grayson. Why?" I asked, still not moving out of bed.

"You'll see," he breathed out as he lunged forward and grabbed me into his arms. I squealed and giggled from surprise. He had me in bridal-style before I knew it. He looked down at me and a blush rose on my neck, our faces were only inches apart.

"Where are we going?" I requested, my eyes flickering between his barely open lips and green, playful eyes. He went in a little closer and I strained my neck up.

Just as we were about to kiss, he mumbled, "It's a surprise," and pulled away. I gasped and skittishly punched his chest. I can literally feel his hard chest through his shirt and...

He's doing this on purpose!

He walked to another room, me still in his arms, feeling safer and warmer than ever. He opened a door and a bathroom came into view. There was a toilet, sink and shower in it. He placed me down on my feet and motioned toward the shower. "Get ready, I'm bringing the gift."

Before I could ask about the clothes I'd be changing in to afterwards, the door was already closing. Okay then...

When I finished up and dried myself completely, I knocked on the bathroom door. "Grayson? What clothes should I change in to?"

"Open the door, I'm not looking, I promise," came his voice. I opened it slowly with a creak, and on the ground right in front of me was a box wrapped in paper. Grayson was sitting on the bed, without a shirt, facing the other way. He was also getting ready.

"What's this?" I asked curiously.

"Just take it and you'll see." There was an eagerness in his voice, like he was impatient for me to open it.

I took the box and closed the door again. I started tearing the paper from it and lifted the top from the box. I exhaled and my arms reached for the material in it. My eyes glistened with admiration for the dress I found in there.

I didn't wait any longer to drop the towel and put on the dress. I rotated in front of the mirror and went over my appearance. The light blue silky substance stuck perfectly to my skin.

I ran out the door and searched the room for the boy I so dearly care for. He showed up out of his closet and fixed his gaze on me. He looked over my body and I blushed. The cutest smile displayed on his face, was he being...shy?

"Do you like it?" he asked me almost nervously. I nodded enthusiastically.

"Of course, I love it! Thank you so much, Grayson," I stepped forward and gave him a hug. I liked the confidence I was beginning to get around him.

"I'm glad, because I haven't...exactly," he scratched the back of his neck, "given a girl - or anyone - clothes before. So if you don't like it, don't feel pressured to wear it, okay?"

"Are you serious right now?" I question in astonishment. "It's just my style, thank you." A genuine grin appeared on his face, and I decided to tease him.

"Was Grayson Carter...nervous?" He rolled his eyes and pulled me closer to him by my waist.

"I'll have to punish you if you tell anyone," he muttered into my ear. I didn't know what he meant by 'punishment', but it sounded naughty coming out of his sinful mouth. And I couldn't help but feel the desire to actually get 'punished' by this God.

"Come on," he kept his arm around me as we walked out the house together.

-

"I remember this place, it's where..." I didn't continue but instead looked at him for confirmation. He nodded, seeming happy that I didn't forget.

Outside the windows of his car was the familiar forest we stopped at last time he took me on a 'date'. This was close to his secret spot.

"We're almost there, it's just past here," he hinted. I still didn't know where we were going and I was dying to find out. I was truly grateful for today, he did this all so it would take my mind off of things. It worked.

He cut the engine and the song on the radio ended just in time. He climbed out and before I could put my hand on the door handle, he opened it for me. "What a gentleman," I joked, and he smirked arrogantly.

Once the cool breeze met my face, I inhaled deeply, enjoying the feeling of fresh air entering my lungs. The salty smell of sea water made me close my eyes and relax fully.

He took my hand in his and we began promenading. The sun was almost going to set and the moon was already up. The colours in the sky was a stunning mix.

There was no one else on the beach, only us. I buried my feet in the sand and let it run between my toes. I missed this feeling.

"But, Grayson, I don't have a bathing suit," I complained after remembering. He looked down at me and grinned with a knowing look.

"That's the point, Love." My heart fluttered and I looked away. "Don't you have a list of things you want to do before you die?" I shook my head, not really.

"Well, I do. And swimming in the ocean at night in only underwear is on mine," he stated. My eyes widened.

"Oh no," I hummed in disagreement.

"Oh yes, you mean," he chuckled. With my hand still in his, he dragged me with him and began sprinting toward the water. I laughed out loud, no one was here, so I guess why not? Plus, we were going to be underwater, right?

While we were racing, he plucked off his shirt in a second and looked at me. After considering it, I thought what the hell... And somehow managed to throw off my dress somewhere in the sand. It was weird how I didn't feel naked or bare at the moment, but I was glad it didn't bother me.

"How late is it?" I yelled when the wind blew in my face and through my hair. I felt free, like I was cut from my restraints.

"I don't know, almost eight," he shouted back. At home I'd probably already be in bed, but now I wasn't even close to tired. I felt wide awake... I felt alive.

The cold water hit my feet and ankles, and I almost stopped. "No, keep going," Grayson said with a grin. I  could tell he was freezing as well from the transition of warm, summer-y air to icy water. But he kept going.

Our hands clutched together and when only my head was dry, we didn't go deeper. The water came up 'til his upper chest, while I had to tiptoe and sometimes even kick my legs when a wave came to stay above.

"You alright?" he chuckled, gracefully sneaking his arm around my waist to help me stand vertically. I nodded with a huge smile.

"It's only been a few minutes and it's already the best night of my life," I said, and these words seemingly touched him. We stared into each other's eyes and when he inched closer, his lips only millimetres away from mine, I muttered a sly 'payback, Bitch' and pushed him underwater.

While still under, his arm around me tugged me with him. It hurt slightly with the salt pricking my eyes, but I could open my eyes a little. He was looking at me with a serious expression, and I didn't hesitate to smash my lips on his.

Well, if I'd ever make a bucket list, too, I can tick off kissing underwater in only undergarments.

-

He was once again carrying me in bridal style out of the water. We swum and played for almost an hour when we decided to get out. The sky was absolutely gorgeous. The orange blended with the yellow and pink, while the light and dark blue blended together. The sun was right at the horizon and golden hour had passed already.

He grabbed a large towel and fluffy comforter from the car, and walked us back to the sand. He spread out the towel that was big enough for two and threw the comforter on the side.

He lay me down on one side of the towel and rested himself on the other. His damp hair made him look ten times hotter than usual, which I thought wasn't possible. It now looked black and the water droplets dripped from it on me as he leaned closer to me.

He was practically on top of me, but I, of course, didn't mind. His hot breath fanned my face and his hypnotic eyes bored into mine before gazing at my entire body beneath him. He knew he held the power and control here.

"I really do think you should get punished for what you did back there," he murmured against my ear. He peppered butterfly kisses all over my face and neck and collarbone, making me feel beautiful.

"For what I did back there? Punishment?" I asked. I couldn't focus on anything instead of my pounding heart and racing pulse.

"Yeah..." He was out of breath and that made it even hotter. "Pushing my head underwater, calling me a 'bitch'."

"Oh...that..." I moaned out as he sucked on my skin. He found my sweet spot with ease.

"Yes," his hands roamed my body and smoothed over the almost none-existent curves. "But don't worry, Love, you'll be overwhelmed with pleasure when I'm done with you."

I gasped at his words and felt him smirk against my skin. "Wha-What kind of punishment do you mean then?" I questioned, wanting him to never stop with his magic hands.

"Let me show you," he groaned when he found my bra strap. Before undoing it, he looked up at me for permission. I nodded, already craving his touch.

He un-clipped my bra and sent it flying to the side, his eyes never leaving me. He rested his hands on my breasts and gently massaged them. His mouth placed wet kisses on my stomach and between my boobs.

I couldn't hold back the moans anymore when he flicked his tongue over my sensitive nipple. I've never been this intimate with someone before. And I'd never have thought that this would happen with this sculpted piece of art above me. Neither do I want to share this special moment with another.

He gave the same amount of attention to the other nipple while his hands trailed along my figure. He then lifted his head back up to me and I stared at his swollen, pink lips. My fingers made its way to his hair and I strained my neck to kiss him.

We made out roughly yet passionately...if you know what I mean. I mouth was open and so was his. "This is only the first step of your punishment, Love, don't get too excited."

My eyes widened. "First? How many steps are there?" He smirked and let his hand travel down my body.

"Let me draw it for you," he said mischievously. I frowned, but when he traced the number three painfully slow over my inner-thigh, I understood. I felt something pool between my legs, and I hoped he didn't notice it, but to my luck...

"Wet for me already?" he teased, his fingers trailing over my thighs. My breath hitched in my throat and I couldn't get any words out. He was right, the pleasure was overwhelming.

He went down on me, his mouth leisurely getting nearer my private. No one has ever seen that before, only my parents when I was a baby.

His fingers teased me by sliding them in and out of the brim of my panties. "Gray-Grayson," I moaned out.

"What is it, Sophia," he groaned against me. "Tell me what you want."

"P-Please, just do it. I want more." I was slightly embarrassed, because I didn't know if I was saying something wrong or not, but he didn't halt, so I took it as a good sign.

"Your wish is my command," he said before diving right into it. He rubbed my pussy over my panties before plucking them right off. I mean, they were soaking anyway, I wouldn't need them anymore.

He licked and kissed my lips and once even pulled at one with his teeth. I mewled out in pure satisfaction and he groaned in response.

"You taste heavenly, Love," he muffled against me, sending vibrations everywhere. I tugged at his hair and couldn't control myself when a heavy sensation flowed through my abdomen.

"Gr-Grayson..." I moaned. He hummed, his eyes meeting mine while he resumed making me squirm. "I feel like I'm- like I'm about to..." He pressed his thumb against my clit and sucked harder.

"Feel like you what?" he asked me then.

"Like I'm about to-" Explode I was going to say. But he stopped right then and there. The sensation disappeared slowly and I couldn't feel any more disappointed.

"Why did-did you stop?" I stumbled over my words. My mind was going crazy and I was panting.

"This is step two of the punishment, Love," he smirked.

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A/N: Uhm... Chile, anyways, sooo what did y'all think about it? This is legitimately the FIRST time I've ever written smut, don't judge! 🤭💀

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