Yes, Justin(7)

By: Michele Zurlo


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.