Yes, Justin(6)

By: Michele Zurlo

“I can’t tell you how relieved I was when you asked me to take you home. Truthfully, I was surprised you got in the car with me in the first place. I honestly thought you’d chicken out way before now.” He murmured the words against her temple. The caress of his lips against that sensitive patch of skin made her yearn for far more than she had a right to expect.

The laugh that forced its way from her chest was of the bemused variety. “I only got into the car because when you blindfolded me, you pressed your chest against my back and I, well, you felt like you.”

Justin grasped her chin, tilting her face to his. The kiss was gentle, full of tenderness and regret. Though he had said he would never let her go, Patricia wondered where this fiasco left the state of their marriage.

When the kiss ended, she shifted, trying to avoid the awkwardness of the situation. The futility of the effort struck her. She gathered courage and asked the question she should have asked when she tore the blindfold off to see him sitting in the driver’s seat. “Justin, what are you doing here?”

She expected him to shrug or feign indifference, but steely determination glittered behind his eyes. “Oasis contacted me. It took them some time to convince me it was for real, but once I saw the paperwork, I realized they knew you wanted me. It was pretty obvious.”

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.