by Anthology
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 slid his fingers out, 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 when 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 a 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 a strange kind of 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 reverberated 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. 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 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 making this arrangement with Whitney. 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 in no hurry.”
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 anus. He thrust them in and out, stretching and pulling, working the lubricant into her sphincter muscle. A vision of him thrusting his cock 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 perm
ission, 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 might hurt, Trish. Feel free to cry out.”
Cry out? 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 squeaked a 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.
“Tell me what it feels like.” The timbre of his voice was low and smooth.
It was on the tip of her tongue to ask him if he was considering shoving a butt plug up his ass, but she refrained. She needed to save her sassy side for later. For now, he was in charge. She was just beginning to understand the full weight of what it meant to be a submissive, to give herself completely over to another person. She loved Justin, and she’d given him her heart and devotion, but she had never surrendered to him. All of their sex had been about mutual satisfaction.
“I feel full. I feel…” She stopped, and the heat of another blush stole up her neck. She looked down, focusing on his gray tennis shoes. A silver stripe ran along the side, tapering at the toe. She had bought those for him when he’d indicated an interest in resuming jogging, but she hadn’t known he wore them.
He lifted her chin, his firm grasp guiding her to face the steel in his eyes. “No, Trish. None of this. You will not hide from me, and you will not censor your thoughts and feelings. That is what got our marriage in trouble in the first place. I don’t blame you. I do it too. It stops now.”
It had been so long since he’d used this domineering tone with her. A wave of desire further weakened her ability to stand. She gripped his arm. “I feel like I belong to you. I feel possessed, sexy, loved. I feel alive for the first time in years.”
Justin enveloped her in his arms. He smoothed his hands down her back and kissed a path along her temple and forehead. “Good,” he said. “I want you to feel like that. You do belong to me, Trish. You are mine. You are sexy, and you are loved.”
Complex emotions, things she didn’t want to analyze or face, burned near her heart. It had been too long since she’d allowed herself to feel this deeply. She gripped him hard, trembling with the force of her emotions, and he held her until it subsided.
“We need to get going.” He spread a towel on the passenger seat and buckled her in, never once offering her the option to dress.
The seat kept the plug firmly planted in her ass. Justin eased the car back onto the road. The vibrations of the tires on the road magnified and thrummed in her ass.
“Play with your clit,” he said, breaking the silence. “I want to hear you come.”
“Yes, Justin.” She was wound so tight, it wouldn’t take long.
She dipped her fingers into her juices and swirled them around her clit. Not bothering with a slow build, she set a fast pace and climaxed in less than a minute.
Resting her head back against the seat, she smiled and closed her eyes. “Thank you, Justin. I needed that.” She couldn’t imagine how he was holding out. The bulge in his jeans hadn’t diminished as he drove.
“Don’t stop.”
Her eyes flew open. They had tried this kind of thing before, only to stop when her overstimulated clit couldn’t handle more. “I need a break.”
He slammed on the brakes. She braced one hand on the dashboard and both feet on the floor. “What the hell are you doing?”
Too late, she saw that this was no time to berate him for his driving. He grabbed the back of her head, fisting her hair in his hand, and pulled her close to him. Passion possessed the kiss until he seemed to get himself back under control. He released her, and once again he exited the SUV.
Caterpillars ran races in Patricia’s stomach. The skin of her ass burned and tingled. Would he spank her again? She wasn’t sure she had sufficiently recovered from the last one.
The back door opened and closed. Her door opened. With a swiftness she hadn’t thought he possessed, he handcuffed her wrists to the head support. She watched, fascinated, as he wrapped a soft strap around each leg just above her knees. They fastened with Velcro. When he secured the straps to a PVC pole, she understood what he was doing. This device would keep her legs spread.
Next, he produced scissors and proceeded to cut away her tank top and bra. Now she was completely naked. Anyone who saw the car would be able to see her breasts.
He must have seen she was about to protest. “Not a word, Trish. You’ve already earned two punishments. I’m okay with giving you as many as you need. You’re a smart woman. You’ll learn that you belong to me, and you will do what I say, when I say it, and exactly how I want it done.”
Recognizing the steely determination of the man who had relentlessly pursued her in college, she swallowed anything more she might say.
He sucked one of her nipples into his hot mouth, biting and stretching it to a taut point. He pulled a pair of tweezers from his pocket and pinched the wet peak. Patricia yelped as it tightened, and she realized the tweezers were actually a clamp. Electric desire shot from her nipple to her clit.
He repeated his actions on her other breast. Patricia arched her back, seeking more of this new kind of stimulation. When he finished, Justin stood back, admiring his handiwork. Twin clamps, attached to a chain, dangled from her nipples. Every breath she took caused a tiny tug that sent sparks to her clit. He had ordered her to masturbate, and she hadn’t complied. Now her hands were cuffed to the seat behind her head. She begged silently, knowing he wasn’t in the mood to hear anything she had to say.
Justin reached for her pussy, feeling for her hole. She closed her eyes, secure in the knowledge he would find her clit soon.
She was wrong. When he abandoned her again, he left behind a small object lodged in her vagina. He held up a remote and gazed at her with a triumphant grin.
“Punishment time, Trish. You’ll eventually learn to do as you’re told.” He pressed a button, and the tiny vibrator hummed to life.
The vibrations were small, not enough to bring her to orgasm, just enough to keep her on the edge. This was going to be a long drive.
3
She was quiet for the most part. Every now and again, a little whimper would escape. She was behaving, but he didn’t necessarily want that from her. Something had driven her to pour out her heart to Whitney, dis
closing how hurt and angry she was at the state of their relationship. All that needed to come out, but there was no way she was going to tell him voluntarily.
Besides, he hadn’t spent all those weeks taking BDSM lessons to squander this opportunity. Too many nights, he had joined her in bed and talked himself out of tying her to the headboard and waking her up. His innocent wife had no idea of the things he wanted to do to her. She had no idea of the desires she had sparked to life with that damn questionnaire she’d filled out.
Justin sneaked a quick peek at Trish. Her soft brown curls, just long enough to brush against the tops of her shoulders, bounced into further disarray. He loved her curls. He had annoyed her on more than one occasion by playing with them. He liked to pull on one until it was as straight as it could be and then release it, taking great joy in watching it bounce back into place. Trish hated when he did that. She also didn’t care to be called Trish. He was the only one who ever got away with it. She’d once said it sounded right coming from him.
She had an amazing body that only seemed to get better with age. It was curvier now, which greatly appealed to him. Her hips were wider, a result of two pregnancies. He wanted to touch and taste every inch of her, to convince her that her beauty still captivated him. He knew she didn’t consider herself attractive anymore.
When she said she felt sexy, it had taken every ounce of his self-control to refrain from letting loose with a victory yell.
He hadn’t lived up to her expectations in the past few years, but she hadn’t been honest about her discontent. They would begin working on that now. He aimed to begin making up for his part of the problem this weekend. Trish deserved better. She deserved to have all of him.
He wondered how she would take the news when he told her that he had taken a voluntary demotion to free up his time. It meant less money, but he didn’t honestly think she would care about that. Frowning, he squelched the urge to swear out loud. He hadn’t even thought to consult her about taking a demotion—though then she would have wondered where he went two nights each week and every other Friday night.
