Yes, Justin (3 page)

She nodded, a little overwhelmed by their perceptiveness and the lack of anger in Justin’s response. “What now?”

His smile was too cocksure. “The way I see it, we paid for a rental car and a nice cabin in a remote area with a wicked-looking dungeon decor, and the kids are with your parents. You take back that safe word, and I’ll carry out my end of the bargain.”

Shock rendered her immobile. Finally, she lifted her head and leaned back to look up at him. He was a half foot taller than her, and the height difference hadn’t completely disappeared because she was sitting on his lap. She let her eyes drink in the lines and contours of the handsome face she knew so well. “Justin, you’re not into any of that stuff.”

Now his grin turned wicked. “Oh honey, Oasis made me take classes in the finer points of bondage and sadism for the past six weeks. All those nights and weekends when you thought I was working late, I was attending beginner dom classes specifically tailored to pleasing the sub they had selected for me. There are so many things I want to do to you, most of which never occurred to me before I saw your questionnaire.”

He ran his hand from her knee to her hip and back.

Patricia bit her lip. “Are you sure about this? I don’t want to ask you to do something that doesn’t turn you on.”

He palmed her breast. Heat penetrated the tank top and the thick layer of her bra. “It turns me on, honey. The idea of having you tied up, your ass in the air with my handprint all over it, begging for more definitely does it for me.”

She swallowed. “Will you punish me for this?” She didn’t elaborate.

He nodded, a brief, swift acknowledgment, though his eyes never left hers. “I’ll teach you to even think about letting any man but me put his hands on what’s mine.”

With that, he pinched through the fabric, rolling her nipple between his fingers. Patricia yelped even as the pain dissipated and pleasure radiated in its wake.

“Tell me you want this, Trish. Tell me you want to belong to me. Tell me you want me to use your body, to torture you for my own pleasure until you sob and beg for release.”

Cream soaked her panties, generated from a combination of the pinch and his description. She took a deep breath. “Yes, Justin. I want to belong to you. Only you. I take back the safe word.”

He eased her back into the passenger seat. “Stay put.”

Patricia watched as he exited the car, biting her tongue in an effort to remember her place. This was a completely new side to this man she had married all those years ago. A stranger wore her husband’s body and sported a devious smile she hadn’t seen in far too long.

He came around the front of the SUV and opened her door. “Come here, Trish.” He held out a hand to help her from the high seat.

Patricia looked at the gravel on the shoulder of the road and then at her bare feet. Then she glanced at Justin, hoping for a reprieve. She found no mercy there. Still, she hesitated.

With an impatient growl, he lifted her from the seat and shoved her against the outside of the back door, pinning her with his chest and hips. A thrill ran through her body, sending heat to her core. She hadn’t realized her forty-year-old husband was still strong enough to sling her around like this. He looked good, but he hadn’t been to a gym in years. She knew her eyes were wide, and she made no effort to temper or hide her reaction.

The gravel beneath her feet was not an issue, because he barely let her toes graze the ground.

“You need a lesson in following orders, my sweet slave. That’s twice now.”

Her mouth dropped open. “Twice?”

He kissed her, crushing her lips to his and forcing his tongue between them. He established mastery and control. Patricia’s knees turned to jelly, and fire raced to her pussy.

He cupped her mound through the thin denim covering her lower half. His heat fed hers. She moaned, a sound he captured in his mouth. He rubbed the heel of his hand against her pussy. Patricia ground against the pressure, soft cries issuing from deep in her throat.

Justin loosened the button on her jeans and lowered the zipper. He shoved his hand down her pants. This pair of jeans was made from a soft, stretchy material. It offered no resistance to what he sought.

He delved beneath her sopping underwear, sliding his fingers into her wetness so deep he lifted her back onto her toes. Short cries of pleasure poured from her, swallowed by Justin’s endless kiss.

At long last, he pulled his lips away. He stared deep into her eyes as he pulled his fingers away, taking that glorious heat with him.

“I told you to take off your jeans, my little slave.”

Patricia glanced to her right, taking in the long stretch of road behind them. She shifted her gaze to the left. No other cars or people were in sight. No mailboxes dotted the road to indicate anyone lived nearby. She pleaded anyway. “Justin.”

His smiled chilled her to the bone and sent shivers of excitement shooting along her veins. “I like the way you beg, slave, so I’ll overlook the fact you didn’t call me Sir.”

He bent at the knees, pushed his shoulder into her stomach, and scooped her up. She heard the door opening. The soft upholstery of the backseat cushioned her fall as he tossed her inside. It didn’t take but a moment for him to peel away her jeans and underwear. He tossed them to the floor.

Patricia shivered. Cool air brushed over her sensitive, heated skin. Before she could process the look in his eyes, Justin turned her onto her stomach and pulled her so that the lower half of her body dangled from the edge of the seat. Anyone approaching from behind Justin would be able to see her bare ass. Immediately, Patricia felt the heat of a blush staining her cheeks. She wasn’t as fit as she had been when they met. Her ass was wider, and it sagged a bit. She had no idea if he still enjoyed the view.

He pressed one hand between her shoulder blades, holding her down. With his free hand, he smacked the fleshy part of one cheek. Shards of pain bloomed. Patricia jerked in response, instinctively trying to escape. He used more force to keep her in place.

Another blow fell, this time on the other cheek. She cried out in protest even though the sting of his first strike was now radiating through her body as pleasure. Wetness rushed to her pussy. She had been moist before, but now it trickled down the insides of her thighs.

Justin rained blows on her ass. They came faster and faster, spreading heat in their wake. Her hips jerked, and her ass rose to meet his hand, greeting it with courage and enthusiasm. Some of them fell close to her pussy. Her loud cries pounded in her ears, and she dug her fingernails into the seat.

The unfamiliar stimulation confused her body. She wanted him to stop, but at the same time, she thought she would die if he didn’t continue. She wanted to feel his thick cock filling her pussy, his hips and thighs slapping against the sensitized flesh of her ass and upper thighs as he fucked her hard.

At last it stopped, and she found herself lifted and cradled in his arms. He scattered kisses on her face, spreading the fresh tears she hadn’t known she was crying.

She was so close to orgasm, yet she felt completely relaxed.

“You okay?” His question was muffled in her hair, but it couldn’t disguise his tension.

She nodded.

He put her back on the seat, facedown with her legs hanging over the edge. Was he going to resume the spanking? Her ass and the tops of her thighs were on fire. Maybe if he did this a lot over the next year, she would learn to take more than this. For now, she had reached her limit.

“Justin, please. I’m sorry.”

He chuckled. “Glad to hear it. When I give you an order, I expect you to obey immediately and without question.”

Patricia sniffed. Part of her wanted to dare him to try to get away with this at home. The rest of her desperately wanted this fantasy. She held her tongue.

Another blow landed on her sore cheek. She yelped. He growled. “You will respond with ‘Yes, Sir’ or ‘Yes, Justin.’ Unless you’re gagged, I expect a response.”

“Yes, Sir.” Patricia tried it out. It didn’t feel right. “Yes, Justin.” That felt much better.

He dug around in a duffel bag she hadn’t noticed on the floor. She watched from her perch on the seat. The single bag she had been permitted to bring was there as well.

She couldn’t see exactly what he found. She waited, knowing she would find out eventually.

She felt Justin smear a cold cream over her abused skin. The heat lifted a bit. She hoped it would ease the soreness, but not nearly as much as she hoped he would relieve the ache in her pussy. The punishment and his display of dominance was doing exactly what she had fantasized it would. She needed to be fucked in the worst way.

Then his hand was gone. She felt him moving around behind her, but she didn’t dare raise her head to peek. Her poor ass couldn’t take much more discipline.

She jumped when he pried her cheeks apart and touched her anus. In all the years they’d been married, he’d only ever done that accidentally. Each time, they had ignored it completely. Before she could figure out his complete intention, he eased a slippery finger inside.

“Relax, Trish. This is just the beginning. I need to stretch you a bit before I can fuck you here.”

She sucked air and forced herself to breathe evenly. It neither hurt nor burned. The sensation was unfamiliar but pleasurable. He had never once indicated an interest in her ass. Well, not like this. “Justin, you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”

His amused chuckle was answer enough. “I never thought you would let me. When I finish with you, my lovely slave, you won’t be able to sit for a week.”

He withdrew his finger, returning a moment later with more lube and a second digit. Patricia wondered exactly how he would exact his revenge for her contacting Oasis. She also wondered if it was okay that the thought of all the ways he would punish her put her that much closer to orgasm.

“Spread your legs a little wider and relax. I’m not going to rush this.”

After doing as he directed, she closed her eyes and concentrated on the things she felt. Her body hung from the backseat of an SUV, and she wore absolutely nothing on her lower half. A tingling heat spread over the areas where he had spanked her. Every few seconds, a strong spring breeze ripped through the interior of the car, ruffling her hair and emphasizing the contrast between the hotness of her ass and the coolness of the air.

And her husband had at least three fingers in her ass. He thrust them in and out, stretching and pulling, working the lubricant into her sphincter muscle. A vision of him thrusting his cock into her ass, while she struggled to stay on her hands and knees, ripped a quiet whimper from her.

Justin’s cock wasn’t too short or too long. He was perfect that way. He fit into her pussy as if he was made to be there. Their first few years together had been filled with sexual marathons. Having kids had changed their sex life far more than either of them could have anticipated. It wasn’t the fault of the children; it was just that Patricia and Justin had never figured out how to balance those things. In the end, the kids took precedence.

Patricia missed waking up to the feel of him thrusting inside her. She missed the taste of his semen.

Justin’s hand left her back. There was no need to hold her down anymore. She wasn’t going anywhere, and she had no intention of protesting. He slid those free fingers along her slit until he found her clit. He pinched it sharply. Liquid heat shot from her pussy to her belly button. She gasped, the sound loud in the silence of the empty road. The strength went out of her knees, and she was grateful for the seat holding her up.

He rubbed her clit, stroking it the way he knew she liked. She rocked her hips against his hand in time to the thrusting in her ass. A long, low cry began in the back of her throat. The largest orgasm in over a decade loomed in her future.

Justin pulled out.

Patricia whimpered.

He fished something from his bag. From the corner of her eye, she saw him wipe his hands off. Too weak to raise her head and too smart to speak without permission, Patricia mourned her almost-orgasm silently and kept her body still.

The next thing he pulled from his bag of tricks was a butt plug. Patricia had spent a lot of time researching them online, and she knew they came in various sizes. The size to which Justin now applied lubricant was not the smallest size. It was medium. In terms relative to what had previously been shoved up her ass, it was huge. However, if she compared it to the circumference of Justin’s cock, it was definitely smaller.

“This is going to hurt, Trish. Feel free to scream.”

Scream? His fingers hadn’t hurt. Oh sure, there had been a little bit of pinching and burning, but it wasn’t enough to be considered painful. She had enjoyed it.

The tip of the toy nudged the tight muscle guarding her entrance. “Take a deep breath and let it out slowly.”

She did what he asked. When she breathed out, he pushed in, and it felt like something far larger and harder than what she had seen him pull from the bag. Her exhalation turned to a sharp cry. It did hurt.

He circled his palm over her lower back, massaging in a way that calmed her down. “Relax, honey. That was just the tip.”

The tip? “You gotta be kidding me.”

He chuckled again. The sound was beginning to wear on her nerves. A minute ago, she had been close to orgasm. Now she felt like her asshole was on fire. Just when she thought she was going to give in to the urge to say something nasty, she felt his finger on her clit again. Her waning desire flared to life, and she moaned.

She wiggled her hips, thrusting to grind her pussy against his palm. He pushed the plug farther into her each time she rocked back. The painful pinch and burn morphed into something sweet and tart.

The largest part entered her bottom, and he stopped playing with her clit. Patricia cried out in protest.

“You can’t tease me like this, Justin. I’m going to die if you don’t let me come.”

He moved her body, drawing her up until she stood on the gravel strip between the road and the grass. Patricia’s vision swam as she struggled to deal with the conflicting sensations running rampant in her body.