Payback on the Road

“Yes, Sir!” she corrected herself in a high-pitched cry, quaking with fear as he lifted her up and placed her back face-down on the hood of the car. “I said yes, Sir!” she screeched, but the damage was done. The belt flew through the air and the familiar but uncomfortable sting of the belt shocked her yet again. He paused.

“What did I tell you to do when I hit you, slut?”

“Um… uh…”

“Thank me, bitch!” He hit her again, and she lurched.

“Ah! Oh, ouch… Thank you, Sir!” she cried with difficulty. Again. “Thank you, Sir!” Again. Harder. “Thank you, Sir!”

The belt collided with her red, raw skin several more times, and each time, she thanked him obediently like the slut he told her she was. It was far more than the three whips he’d promised, but she wasn’t about to stop him, for each slap sent a jolt of desire to her sopping pussy.

“Oh god,” he sighed in a strained voice. “Seeing you like that, with your hands tied, taking whatever I give you, slut…” He groaned. “You have no idea how hot it is.” As sweat rolled over her entire body, she figured she had a pretty good idea of how hot it was. She could barely contain herself for much longer. She wanted to beg, wanted to drop to her knees and literally beg him for his cock, but she knew he would punish her for that, and she didn’t think her poor ass could take much more. His fingers caressed her throbbing ass cheeks and she whimpered. They slipped between her soft pussy lips, feeling the moisture there. She was breathing heavily, and the world was spinning around her as she grew light headed beneath his deft fingers. One flicked her clit skillfully, while two more from his other hand pressed deeply into her. Her hips gyrated involuntarily, grinding against his hands. A second later, his sweet mouth attacked her clit, and she convulsed suddenly. He held her down though as his tongue lapped generously at her pleasure center. She whimpered through clenched teeth, trying so hard not to cry out for fear of more punishment. “Dear god… I love the taste of you.”

She shuddered violently around his mouth, writhing and thrashing as pure, unrestrained ecstasy washed over her. He broke away from her, but she kept cumming. He stood again, and she felt the head of his much-wanted cock teasing the outside of her dripping pussy. “Oh god,” she cried uncontrollably. “Please, Sir! Please!” He slapped her ass one last time, hard, and just as she whimpered in pain, he let the entire length of his brilliant cock sheath itself in her warm, wet folds. Oh god, it was bliss. She was already cumming, but the pleasure only grew with him buried so deeply inside her.

She came over and over again, crying and laughing and wincing all at once somehow, and losing her grip on reality. Everything spun, and she thought for a moment she might actually pass out as he grunted loudly, clawed at her fleshy sides and came hard within her. The sound of his panting seemed muffled, and what she could see of the car looked blurry. All that was real to her was the sound of her own heart beating and the burning sensations on her wrists where she’d been struggling against the tight knot. She was exhausted. As Daniel slipped out of her, she exhaled sleepily. She could not move. He stepped away from her, and a second later, the ropes were cut loose, and her arms fell languidly to her sides. They were limp and immobile, now, and the skin of her wrists was horribly chafed.

“Jen,” he gasped. “I love you so much, you know that?”

“Baby,” she breathed, letting her eyes close, “of course I know that.” She wanted to tell him how much she enjoyed what he’d just done to her, but she couldn’t find the words, and searching for them felt like too much effort. “I love you, too,” she said eventually, trying to catch her breath but failing.

“Sweetheart,” he whispered into her ear, leaning over her back to press his cheek against hers, “we should probably be going.”

Jennifer groaned. “Why?”

“Because we need to get home. I have work tomorrow.”

“Oh. Right.” Reality was starting to drift back to her, and she didn’t like it. “But I like it here.”

Daniel chuckled and stroked the soft skin of her shoulder blades. “Oh, I’m glad to hear it,” he said huskily. “But we can do this again some time. In our own home, next time. At least there we’ll have more available to us—more room to be creative.”

She grinned and opened her eyes, pushing herself up very weakly. He helped her up and smoothed her skirt down for her. He pulled his pants up and handed her back her soaking lacy panties. She stared at them, shaking her head. “Where did this even come from?” she asked her lover. “I mean… why did you do all that?”

He smirked, and opened the car door for her. “It was payback for making me go to that boring gallery, honey.”

Not bothering to replace the panties, she threw them in the backseat as she crawled through the door to sit on her extraordinarily sore, aching ass. She winced. “Well then,” she said suggestively, looking up at him innocently before he shut the door behind her and moved around the car to the driver’s seat, “I should probably drag you to more of those boring galleries, don’t you think?”

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