Ticket Me More

by Tia Fanning

  Melanie took her time turning her off vehicle. He waited for her to open the door, but she didn’t move. She continued looking straight ahead with a smile on her face.

  Michael tried the handle, but the door was locked. He gave three short raps on the glass.

  She moved the key and rolled down the window.

  “Get out of the car. We need to talk,” he said.

  “Hello, Officer Johnson,” she said softly.

  Shit. How could he yell at her about speeding when she had that sweet innocent look and such an enchanting voice? Fine, he’d go for guilt then. “You broke your promise to me, Melanie.”

  Her eyes fell on her lap. “I’m sorry. I won’t do it again.”

  “Oh, I know you won’t. I’ll make sure of that…somehow.”

  “Are you going to ticket me?”

  He snorted. “I think we’re beyond that. Anyway, what you did back there on the highway endangered your life. At that speed, you could’ve lost control and killed yourself. It’s called reckless driving.”

  She glanced up at him, her eyes twinkling. “So, you want to arrest me again?”

  “I don’t have my handcuffs.”

  Damn, she actually looked disappointed.

  “Then how are you going to punish me?”

  “Oh, I have something in mind,” he remarked as he reached in the car and opened the door.

  He removed her keys from the ignition and un-clicked her seat belt. Taking a hold of her upper arm, he guided her out of the vehicle, slammed the door and locked it from the keychain. He dragged her to the porch.

  Once through the front door, he led her straight into the bedroom.

  “Take off your pants,” he ordered, releasing her arm and depositing her keys on the dresser.

  Melanie bit her bottom lip as she bowed her head, and slid her shoes off. Her hands then went to the button below her navel. Tortuously slow and seductive, she unfastened, unzipped, and slipped the material over her hips and down her legs, stepping out the pool of fabric.

  “Your underwear, too,” he muttered hoarsely.

  He watched her fingers wrap around the delicate lace band. His mouth watered as she slid the panties down, revealing a little triangle of hair. He bit his tongue to stop the groan in his throat from escaping. It took all his will power not grab a hold of her and dive in.

  Michael pointed to the mattress. “Get on the bed.”

  She sat down and laid back.

  He shook his head. “No. I want you on your elbows and knees.”

  Melanie slowly rolled over, crawling until only her feet dangled off. Her shoulders went down and her ass went up.

  “Spread your legs wider.”

  As she scooted her knees further apart, her back dipped and her ass tilted higher, giving him an unobstructed view of her naked pussy. His cock leapt in his pants. Hell, she was already wet from anticipation.

  With a heavy sigh, he sat next to her on the bed. “Do you know why you’re being punished?” he asked, pushing her shirt up.

  “Yes,” she whispered.

  He unclasped her bra and caught one of her breasts in his palm, letting his thumb graze over the nipple. “Do you think you deserve it?”

  She nodded.

  Twirling her nipple in his fingertips, he placed his other hand on the curve of her ass. “So, you know you were a naughty girl for breaking your promise not to speed?”

  “Yes,” she responded breathlessly.

  He tweaked her nipple as he delivered a sharp smack to her rear end. Melanie gasped. He massaged the red print on her cheek, and resumed caressing her breast.

  When she relaxed, he delivered another stinging slap, simultaneously tugging on her nipple. She moaned.

  “Do you promise never to speed again?”

  “Yes, I promise,” she responded.

  He smacked her ass again. “I don’t believe you.”

  Michael removed himself from the bed and stood behind her, noticing a slick wet sheen on her thighs. He shook his head. Meli was enjoying her punishment too much.

  Placing his finger on her clit, he moved in circles, making the bud swell. She moaned and tried to move against his hand.

  “No, Melanie,” he admonished, spanking her again.

  She stopped moving. Using his free hand to caress the parts of her ass hot from his slap, he continued playing with her pussy, teasing and plucking, but never wandering beyond the entrance of her sweet cunt. He pulled her lips apart and leaned in to taste her cream, his tongue lapping at the inner folds.

  “Please, please,” she pleaded in between pants.

  He shoved two fingers in her hole. “Do you promise never to speed again?”

  “Yes. Thank you.”

  “That’s what I want to hear,” he murmured, and began finger fucking her slowly. He enjoyed watching her body’s response to his attention. She was so wet.

  Though shy by nature, Melanie didn’t hold back when it came to her sexuality. He loved that about her. She knew exactly what she wanted, and wasn’t embarrassed to ask for it. And she wasn’t ashamed to show you her pleasure either. That alone deserved some kind of reward.

  “You can move now,” he said.

  Rocking into his hand, she took over task of penetration. She steadily increased her speed, and just when she was about to come, he withdrew. “Do you promise never to speed again?”

  She groaned. “Yes. Please…”

  “Please what?” When she didn’t answer, he gave her three quick swats. “Are you begging me to fuck you?

  “Yes!” she cried out.

  “Do you promise never to speed again?”

  “Oh, for heaven’s sake! Yes! Yes! I’ll never speed again. Just let me come!”

  Michael unfastened his pants and plunged his stiff cock into her tight hole, pumping her hard and fast. She came instantly, her screams of pleasure echoing through of the room. He kept on, drawing one orgasm after another until she couldn’t hold herself up.

  “No more! It’s too much!”

  He didn’t stop pounding into her. Instead, he dispensed another slap to her ass cheek. “You will never speed again, do you hear me?”

  Her pussy clenched around his dick in another climax. “Yes! Fuck, yes!” she screamed.

  Smack. “If the thought of speeding even enters your mind, you’ll contact me immediately and I’ll arrange for your punishment. You understand?”

  “Yes! Yes! Oh God, yes!”

  “Promise? You’ll tell me?”

  “Yes! Michael, yes! Please!”

  “Okay, then. Be a good girl and come for me once more.”

  She let out a piercing cry as her muscles contracted around his cock a final time and milked him dry.

  Epilogue

  Melanie smiled as the bride and groom standing beneath a white gazebo recited their vows before the preacher. For a ceremony that Michael said took almost a year to plan, it was a relatively simple affair.

  No wedding party. No sit down dinner or reception. Just small buffet with a cornucopia of finger foods such as breads, cheeses, and little fruit pies surrounding two heated table fountains of hot chocolate and apple cider.

  The bride was very lucky. It was a beautiful autumn day for an outside service and since it was late afternoon, the sun shone down in just the right way to make the whole park seem magical. The trees, bejeweled in red, orange and gold leaves, glittered, and a soft breeze carried a subtle spicy scent, one that could only be experienced in this particular season.

  She watched the groom pull out a gold band from his pocket and slip it on Janine’s finger.

  “I now pronounce you, man and wife.”

  All the guests rose from their seats and clapped as the newly married couple shared their first kiss as husband and wife. Melanie felt tears form in her eyes. Weddings were such beautiful things. She realized, once again, why she loved her job and chose to only make bouquets for those truly in love.

  As she watched the couple posed for pictures, Michae
l’s hand slipped into hers. She looked at the man who had entered her life only four months ago. It was because of him that she had enough courage to venture out to a place with so many people. He gave her the confidence to overcome her shyness.

  He put his lips to her ear. “I know I’ve danced around it, hinting at the sentiment here and there, but I’ve never directly told you how much I love you. I do, Melanie. I love you. And I think I have since the moment I met you.”

  She smiled. “I know.”

  Chuckling, he pulled back. “Really? How?”

  “Ben told me.”

  “What?” he exclaimed skeptically. “How would he know?”

  Taking her hand from his, she turned toward him and laid it on his chest. “That night when your ex showed up at my studio, you mentioned it then. I just wasn’t there to hear it.”

  “You never said anything. When did Ben tell you?”

  “He called me on my cell phone while as I was doing a hundred down the interstate. Remember? You were following me. Do you think I slowed down for no reason?”

  Just then, the crowd cheered as the bride and groom came out of the gazebo hand in hand.

  Janine pulled away from her new husband and threw herself into Melanie’s arms, hugging her tightly. “Thank you, thank you, thank you for your gift. The bouquet is gorgeous,” she gushed.

  Melanie felt her cheeks flame at the overwhelming gratitude. “It was my pleasure. Congratulations,” she whispered.

  Janine let go of her, then gave her brother a quick embrace before the groom recaptured her hand and tugged her away, pointing to the limo that waited in the distance.

  Turning her attention back to Michael, she took a deep breath. “I know I haven’t said it either, but I lov—”

  “Ms. Darling!” she heard Janine call out. Melanie spun around just in time to catch the bouquet of fall colored roses flying toward her. “You’re next!”

  She waved to the departing couple, then glanced at the bouquet in her hand. Was it really a sign?

  Behind her, she heard Michael laugh softly. “You were saying?”

  “I love you, too.”

  “God, how I’ve wanted to hear those words from your mouth.” His hands splayed across her hips as he drew her back toward him. Suddenly, he tensed.

  Damn. He felt it.

  “Why can’t you be a good girl?” he mumbled into her hair.

  “It’s not on,” she giggled.

  Once all the other guests had moved past them and gathered around the buffet tables, Michael slid his fingers across the remote, turning the dial up. Vibration rippled on her clit. Within a matter of moments, wetness gathered between her legs.

  “Let me have your keys,” she demanded quietly.

  He removed the keys from his pocket and placed them in her hand. “Why?”

  Pulling out of his embrace, she looked over her shoulder as she walked toward the truck. “I’m overwhelmed by this need to speed home. It’s all I can think of. Speeding down the highway with the windows down, the accelerator pushed to the floor… God, speeding for me is almost like having an orga—”

  “Come back here, Melanie,” he warned.

  She stopped and turned, giving him her most innocent smile. “Or what?”

  His eyes sparkled as he tapped his fingers against his thigh. “I think you know.”

  That’s all she needed to hear. She bolted toward his vehicle.

  “Oh, hell no,” he exclaimed and took off in pursuit.

  Between the clit massager and anticipation of things to come, she could barely run. She made it to the driver door, but Michael was there a second later, prying open her hands and retrieving the keys.

  “What if I promise not to speed a lot?” she asked, laughing as he grasped her upper arm and led her around to the other side of the truck.

  He opened the passenger door for her to get in. “Naughty girls don’t get to drive, Melanie. Do you know what happens to naughty girls who want to speed?”

  Playing the part, she shrugged. “They get a ticket?”

  He gave her a swat on the backside. “No. Try again.”

  Warm liquid gushed between her legs. She so loved this game.

  Biting her bottom lip, she bowed her head. “Naughty girls who want to speed get punished.”

  The End