|Payback on the Road
Author: jessa-beth PM
A woman is driving home with her boyfriend from an art showing that she dragged him to. His payback? A little stop on the side of the road to dominate her. RATED M FOR EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT AND BDSM.Rated: Fiction M - English - Romance - Words: 3,990 - Reviews: 6 - Favs: 40 - Follows: 1 - Published: 11-27-08 - Status: Complete - id: 2601378
|A+ A- Full 3/4 1/2 Expand Tighten|
A/N: Oh boy. Beware again of more dom/sub erotica. Woohoo.
The humidity of the night was suffocating. Jennifer inhaled the stale air deeply while a thin layer of sweat appeared on her pink skin. A single drop slid down her neck, collarbone, and chest before she finally gathered the motivation to wipe it away at her breast. "Why does it have to be so hot?"
Daniel shrugged, looking grumpy as his fingers tapped out a rhythm on the steering wheel. "I don't know."
"I know," he said.
She sighed, and looked over at him with weary eyes. "Are you alright? You know you didn't have to come."
He smiled at her, his expression worn and tired. "I know," he said again. "But I love you." Her heart leapt. He had accompanied her to an art showing she'd desperately wanted to see, even though he wasn't too big on art.
"I love you, too, Danny," she told him guiltily. "I'm real sorry. You look so unhappy."
Daniel sat back, his shoulders stiff. "I'm fine. Just frustrated."
"Oh?" Jennifer yawned, eager to get home and to fall into her comfortable bed. "Why's that?"
"I've been horny all day. Watching you look at all those paintings, your face so bright and excited, the way it could look when I'm fucking you…" Jennifer froze, stunned by his bluntness. "…It worked up an appetite."
Daniel was such a kind, simple and quiet man. It took her aback to hear such a blunt statement on his lips. Unsure as to whether or not he was serious, she giggled slightly, and whacked him lightly on the shoulder. Not really needing both hands on the wheel on this long, empty highway, he let go with one hand and grabbed her wrist before she could draw it back. "Danny," she said playfully, slightly worried by the strength in his grip. "Calm down. I said I was sorry I made you go. You don't have to turn everything into a joke."
He turned to her, his eyes ablaze, and she knew. "Oh, there's no joke," he said, though there was a smile on his face. "But yes, you will be sorry." A jolt of arousal suddenly shot through her from her stomach to her steadily dampening privates.
"Oh, come on, Danny," she said with a breathless giggle. She could barely express to him how much it turned her on to hear that forcefulness in his deep voice. She had never told him of her secret desires to be controlled, because she loved him as he was—tender, sweet, and such a gentle lover. She would never ask him to change for her. She gasped as his fingers clenched suddenly tighter around her wrist. "Ouch! Danny, this isn't like you." She stared at him in shock. His eyes were affixed on the road, but his thoughts were clearly elsewhere. She could tell by the smirk on his face and the rising color in his beautiful, pale cheeks that he was thinking about her; that he was imagining being inside of her, squeezing himself between her legs and fucking her thoroughly. The thought made her entire body tingle. She took deep breaths, trying to stem her now growing arousal. It was already hot enough tonight, and her fantasies were not helping.
He let go of her, and she snatched her hand back quickly as her heart began to pound. Crap. "Ha," he smirked. "I know you well enough to know when you want it, and I can tell you want it now."
"I don't want this. I don't know this side of you." Even as she said it, her palm slid up her aching thigh.
"You want it," he growled, not looking at her. Her breathing quickened, knowing he was right. The tone in his voice was making her hornier than she had been before they got in the car. "I can tell you do, now. His hand slinked to his right and fell atop hers, clutching hard to force her fingers into her skin.
As her fingernails pinched her, she drew in a sharp breath. "This is… just... so unlike you." He was usually so kind and soft. He tended to be the most tender lover, never this spontaneous or gruff. Her panties were already soaked through at this new side to Daniel's lust.
"Ah, but you like it, don't you?" His hand moved roughly up her thigh, bunching her skirt as it went, trailing delicately towards the warmth of her nether regions. "I can tell. I know what you want…" His fingers started to pry her knees apart, and she gasped. "…And I know what you need, baby."
Jennifer let out an involuntary groan, and clutched the sides of her leather seat. "Ugh… But… honey, we're in the middle of the road. You're driving. Can't you…" His fingers tickled her panty line. "Oh god… can't you just… wait 'till we get home? Can't you… wait? We'll be home in… a bit…"
Daniel let out a strange guttural sound of desire that made her insides flutter. "God, you're so wet already…. I want you so bad. I want to be inside you. I want to feel the warmth of your sweet pussy around me."
With another grunt, he began to stroke her outer lips through the thin lace of her dampened panties. He strayed upward, flicking her clit through her soaked fabric. She let out a sigh of desire and clutched his hand, but the minute she did, he slapped her away and withdrew. She groaned with frustration. "You want it. You see? I knew you wanted it. Don't you?"
"Huh?" She was delirious already and sweating through her blouse at his deft touch. At her indistinct response, he swept his hand back in a threatening gesture and she flinched just a second before it came back down on her thigh. She let out a cry of shock and stinging pain as her flesh glowed red and trembled. "Ouch! What the—?"
"Tell me you want it, slut. Tell me."
Her jaw dropped, and her pussy seemed to melt. "Wha—? Excuse me? What did you just…?" Before she could complete her indignation, his palm fell again and she writhed again under his slap.
"Tell me," he hissed again through his teeth, massaging the sore skin of her thigh.
Her shallow breathing was painful. "Uh… yes, yes, yes," she prattled without noticing.
"Yes what?" he snarled, glaring at her out of the corner of his eye. She could see his fingers tightening on the steering wheel. "Tell me."
She sighed. "Yes… yes, I want it. I want you."
"Ah, ah, ah," he warned, starting to dig his fingernails into her thigh. She shuddered with surprising pleasure at the painful sensation. "Yes, you want it—what? What do you call me?"
The car began to slow as his fingernails dug deeper, and she squealed. To her great surprise, Daniel suddenly brought both hands back up to the wheel to spin it to the right. She couldn't move. She could barely breathe, let alone speak. The car turned, and the dirt off the dark, empty road crunched as they rolled onto it. It was a good thing that it was such an empty street, because she had a hunch she knew what was about to happen. The engine whirred to a slow halt, and the subsequent ringing silence seemed to envelop them. The darkness grew painfully thick as the headlights shut off and the long, eerie shadows cast over the car by the tall trees standing around them became suddenly more pronounced. She shivered, though the air was still so warm. "Danny," she said again, her voice extremely hushed now. "What are we doing here? Come on. Start the car up again. You're freaking me out."
Daniel still said nothing. She watched him unbuckle his seatbelt with a very determined expression on his deeply shadowed face. There was an impressive bulge in his slacks that made her stomach churn with desire again. He opened his door and exited the car in a huff. She could tell how antsy he was in the way he moved around the front of the car to get to her door. He opened it for her, but not kindly. He was glaring at her. "Get out," he said finally. She unbuckled herself with fumbling hands, and extended one leg to step outside, but he would not wait. He reached out and took her roughly by the collar, making her gasp and splutter. She grappled with his hand at her throat as her fear leapt within her so she almost screamed.
"Danny! Stop it!" she choked out. "What the—? Stop it! You're scaring me! What's going on?"
He captured both of her wrists in his hands and twisted her around in his grasp. She really did scream as he did this, terrified by the man she loved. Yet at the same time, as though arousal stemmed from the same core as fear, she felt a rush of excitement flood between her legs and her scream became a moan as Daniel pinned her arms behind her back with one hand. He shoved her against the car, one hand at the back of her neck, gripping it tightly. She could feel his hard, prominent erection nudging her ass. In a low, ominous voice, he grumbled, "What do you call me, bitch?"
"…Danny?" she queried again.
"No, slut." Her pussy clenched with desire. "You are not to speak unless permitted, and if you do, you will be severely punished. However, if given permission to speak, you are, of course, to address me as 'Sir,' or 'Master,' is that understood?"
She was silent for moment. Was he for real? Was this really her quiet, gentle Danny she knew and loved so dearly? Surely it was. But why was he doing this? She could not deny, though, that it was turning her on immensely, and now that it was happening, she was certainly not going to let it pass. Panting heavily, she nodded ever so slightly beneath his rough fingers. "Yes, Sir," she agreed breathily.
"Will you do as I say, slut? Will you be my little whore?" He let his wet tongue run along her ear, and she shuddered fully against him. He twisted her wrists in his grasp until she squealed in pain. "Tell me."
"Uh huh," she said. "Yes, Sir. Anything, Sir."
She could practically hear him smirking. "There's a good girl. Now close your eyes and don't move from that position, bitch. Don't you dare move." She didn't dare. Not when he was like this. The tone of his voice and the exciting control in his touch was frightening her into submission. She froze completely as he moved away from her, making her back feel strangely empty. She suddenly missed the feel of his cock against her. Why had he left?
To her surprise, she heard the car engine rev again, and the headlights glared through her eyelids, but she kept her eyes obediently shut. For a horrible, paranoid moment she thought he was going to leave her here to die, but then she heard the trunk release, and the rustling of unknown objects. "Sir?" she piped up without thinking as her nerves got the best of her. The trunk was closed with a distinct thump, and the engine shut off once more. She heard Daniel's footsteps approach her, and then his sigh.
"I didn't give you permission to speak, bitch." He grabbed her violently by the shoulder, making her jump, and spun her around. Her eyes opened just in time to see his hand in the air, a split second before his palm met the side of her face. She screamed. Though her cheek was on fire, her pussy gave a little spasm of desire. His power was having a wholly unprecedented effect on her. She was enjoying this, despite how strange and frightening it all seemed at the same time.
Taking her by the throat, he dragged her to the hood of the car and turned her to face it. Standing behind her, his erection against the curve of her ass again, he bent her slowly forward until her face was pressed hard against the metal but her feet remained on the dirt so her ass was thrust in the air. For a moment, he backed away, and she felt empty again, needing the feel of him and his control. But a second later, something roughly textured found her wrists—rope, that they'd had sitting in that trunk since forever. As it tightened around her and he knotted it, Jennifer let out another moan of desire. "Oh god," she breathed unconsciously.
"That's it," he growled. "What do I have to do to teach you, you fucking slut?" Her heart hammered painfully against the hood of the car, and her arm muscles ached as they were finally done being tied behind her back. He stepped back again, and she heard his belt being unbuckled. Her pussy was already so wet—she wanted him right then and there. She was so ready. She squirmed a little in anticipation, but as Daniel would have it, she was not to have what she wanted. He held her hips still with one hand while the belt slid from its loops, echoing threateningly in the surrounding nothingness.
Once she was still, his hand on her hip slid down tenderly over the sweet curve of her ass. Her eyes rolled in her head, and she fought back a moan as his fingers trailed down the backs of her thighs until they reached the hem of her skirt. He pulled it up, bunching it at her waist before tugging her panties down and ordering her to step out of them. He spread her legs for her forcefully, and her heart thudded as she realized that her ass was bare to him in the open summer air.
And then, before she knew what was happening, the belt snapped, and her ass cheeks burned. "Oh god!" she screeched, and tears welled in her eyes, which she clenched tightly to shelve the pain. He did it again, and the reverberating slap of the belt sent another gush of agony through her—but like an exciting side dish, pleasure seeped from her pussy at the same time.
"I thought I told you not to speak unless directed, bitch!" He whipped her again, hard enough this time to elicit tears from her. A sob escaped her as the sting spread through every nerve in her quivering body. "Now," he said breathlessly in a low grumble, "every time you disobey me, you will be given another three lashes, and you are to thank me each time. Is that understood, slut? You may answer."
She nodded. "Yes, Sir," she croaked tearfully.
"Good girl," he said. "Now get on your knees."
Jennifer slid from her position to the ground, the hard dirt biting her naked knees. Daniel took her head in his hands, dropping the belt quickly as he brought her face to his crotch. He unzipped his pants—a small gesture of kindness—before releasing his wonderful cock and shoving it towards her. Without being told, knowing how much he loved her mouth, she let the head slip between her hungry lips. God, she loved his cock so much. She loved the feel of it inside her, she loved the taste of it, and she loved the power she had over him when she caressed it with her tongue this way. It was tricky maneuvering herself without her hands, but she also found it deliciously frustrating not being able to touch him the way she wanted to. It turned her on. Daniel's fingers entangled themselves in her long, wild hair, and began to mercilessly fuck her mouth. She gagged as he struck the back of her throat, and struggled as she felt like she was going to choke, but she could not get free. He continued to force himself inside her, and it was all she could do to continue her tongue's skilled movements with his hard shaft this deeply inside her mouth.
After several agonizing thrusts, he finally pulled out, groaning with pleasure. He let her go, and she fell forward in the dirt and coughed heavily, a string of saliva falling from her shining lips. She spit onto the ground, feeling like she was going to both hurl and cum right then and there. Dear god—what was wrong with her? She couldn't believe how hot this was getting her.
Sputtering and gasping on her knees that way, with her face in the dirt, she must have looked appealing to him, because he suddenly fell to his knees behind her. One hand befell her still-stinging ass cheek with a resounding smack, and she squealed again. She bit her lip hard to stop herself from crying out "No! Stop! It hurts!" His slick cock was pressed eagerly against her bare ass, screaming silently its desire to enter her. She didn't say anything, but arched her back and spread her legs, offering herself to him. The head of his rock hard dick nudged against her dry, untried asshole. She had not been expecting that. But she did not protest. Would he have allowed her to protest, anyway? He squeezed his excellent girth inside, just past that painfully tight ring of muscle, and paused. "Do you not want me to, baby?" he asked, his voice shockingly sweet, like the Daniel she knew.
Tears streamed uncontrollably down her cheeks, though she was no longer sobbing. They were silent tears. "Yes," she admitted shamefully as the pain became too much.
To her great relief, he slipped out immediately. Soreness was already spreading, but she barely had time to relax because he slapped her ass once more. "Yes what, bitch?" He picked up the belt again.
"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?"
"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?"