“I have to tell you Paige, that dress is hot as hell.” Justin eyes the buttery yellow satin and lace that flows Around my legs.
“Better keep your eyes on the road babe.” I pretend to not be interested in turning him on at all. I’m still a little angry for the way he flirted with everything in a skirt at the party.
“I’m watching.” He points to his eyes and then to the road to make his point.
“So you like my dress?” I ask him in a soft, sexy whisper.
He doesn’t respond, but a little smile plays across his lips as he continues to focus on the road.
I’ve decided his punishment for his behavior at the party. I plan to get him incredibly turned on and then when he is out of his mind with the need to have me…I’m going to shut him down and go to bed. I smile inwardly, proud of myself.
“I bet you’d really like what’s underneath.” I tease.
“What’s underneath?” He slides his gaze over to watch me tug gently on my dress. I raise the hem slowly to reveal the white garter belt that is holding my thigh highs in place.
“If I’d known you were wearing those at the party, I would have taken you into the bathroom.” He reaches over and runs his hand along my inner thigh.
I pretend to pout, “Damn.”
He moves his hand to snap the elastic of my panties gently, “Take these off.”
I slide them down my thighs and hold them up to him, letting them dangle from my fingertip.
He plucks them out of my hand and tosses them into the backseat, “Much better.”
Although we’re almost home I inch a little closer to him and begin to stroke his cock through the faded denim that covers it. It thickens and strains against my hand, as though trying to break free on its own accord.
He moans a little as I increase the pressure. “Oh!” I whisper with surprise into his ear, “You like that?”
He reaches down and unbuttons his pants, popping the buttons open with ease as he steers with one hand.
I slip my hand inside and withdraw his cock. It pulses in my palm, the tip glistens with his growing desire. I begin to pump my fist gently up and down his shaft, twisting just a little in the way he likes it.
His tongue dances along his lips with delight, soft moans falling from them every few seconds as he begins to enjoy himself.
I continue to work my hand up and down, and lower my mouth to it…snaking the tip of my tongue out to flick against his head.
He takes hold of my hair gently and lifts his hips to bring his dick closer to my mouth.
By the time we pull into out driveway I have allowed him to slide into my mouth all the way and am spoiling the underside of his cock with my tongue, my lips wrapped tight around it as I move up and down the length of it.
He pushes the button on the remote and the garage door begins its descent as he relaxes back into his seat to fully appreciate the head I am giving him. “God Paige…that’s so good.” He praises with a groan of pleasure, “That’s so fucking good.”
He has no idea what’s coming…and the thought is thrilling.
I lift my head, my mouth longs for the warmth of him to be back inside of it in spite of myself and the little game I am playing. “Lets go inside.” I sigh, placing tiny kisses along the smooth skin of his lower stomach.
He quickly fastens two of the buttons on his fly, leaving the rest open, throws his keys on the dash and climbs out. I don’t wait for him to open my door, and lead the way into the house.
Once inside I lean against the hallway wall and pull him into a kiss, running my hands under his shirt to graze my nails against his chest. He groans with more than a hint of desperation as I push him to his knees.
“What do you want Baby girl?” He likes to hear me say it…he can’t get enough of hearing the obscene things I want from him. And Baby girl? He only calls me this when he wants me…badly. Yes, I am extremely pleased with the direction this is going in.
I slip my finger into his mouth, he bites it delicately and then sucks gently, teasing it with his tongue. “I want this…” I look down at him as I raise my dress over my hips, “all over my clit, for as long as I want. I want you to make me cum until I can’t cum anymore…and then I want you to fuck me right here on the floor until I cum again.”
The air rushes from his lungs with a long moan of erotic delight, my demands making him drunk with lust. He slides his hands up my thighs, his skin glides easily up the silk of my stockings. When he reaches the garter belt he pauses and then runs his tongue up the elastic strap that is fastened to my thigh highs, watching me intently as he does.
The sight of his perfectly pink tongue traveling up my leg, combined with the heat from his breath falling upon my skin nearly makes me forget what I’m doing here…I am almost ready to forget the whole thing and let him do exactly what I’ve asked him to. But the memory of him flirting his ass off with girl after girl earlier tonight springs to mind and I am jealous all over again, and ready to make him sorry.
My panties are gone, of course, forgotten somewhere in the backseat of his car. So when he finally places a single kiss against my clit, there is nothing stopping him. And the surge of pleasure that rolls through my body as his lips meet my flesh makes me moan and relax with relief immediately. But I collect myself quickly, and remember to stay as detached as possible. But oh god…the things Justin can do to me.
He knows exactly how I like it…exactly what to do to make me nothing but his for as long as he wants, and he wastes no time in proving that. His mouth, so warm and wet, is already working it’s wonderful magic. His tongue slips in and out of me softly once…and then twice. Then he drags the tip along my lips which swell and part slightly for him all on their own. He trails them up and down, barely touching me…teasing me a moment longer.
Like second nature, my hands tangle in his hair when, at last, he comes to the place that longs for him so badly. Licking slowly as though it is a piece of delicious candy…something to be savored. He continues on this way a little longer, sweeping against my clit much too gently, alternating between soft flicks and even softer circles perfectly…just fucking unimaginably perfectly. He’s good at everything he does and this is most definitely no different.
He closes in on the aching bundle of nerves that he has teased into a frenzy…taking it gently between his lips he sucks and darts his tongue upon it at an impossibly quick pace. I have to stop this now, or I will never be able to.
I push him away, but he goes right back to it greedily. I push him away again and hold his face in my hands, “Wait…” I purr.
Surprisingly, he sits back and does what he’s told. His eyes are glazed with sexual desperation and for just a moment I feel guilty for what I’m about to do…but I do it anyway.
“Go lay down on the bed, and I’ll be there in a minute.” I lie.
“I thought you wanted me to fuck you right here on the floor.” He attempts to make his way back to me, but I won’t give in.
“I changed my mind…go wait for me.”
He gives me a little smile that is unbelievably sexy, and then rises from the floor. I watch him walk down the hall and the instinct to follow him is overwhelming…but I push the need away. When he rounds the corner I turn and head to the living room. I smooth my dress down and slide the glass door that leads to the balcony open.
The warm summer air greets me as I step outside. It is completely silent save for the crickets singing as I settle into a chaise lounge. I am grinning like an idiot, happy that I was able to hold it together and didn’t give in to him.
Almost no time at all passes before he is standing next to me. “What are you doing?”
I look up at him and fake a little yawn, “You know Justin…I guess I’m kind of tired. I don’t really feel like it now.” My tone is covered in sarcasm.
“Too bad.” He nods his head towards the house in a ‘let’s go’ manner.
“Nope, not too bad.” I close my eyes like a bitch and shift around a little…getting comfortable.
“Paige.” He is obviously irritated.
“Hmmm?” I ask without bothering to open my eyes.
“Don’t make me take what I want…because I will.” He warns.
I ignore him just to piss him off a little more.
“No you won’t.” I taunt with a contented sigh.
“Oh yes I will!” He assures me.
“No you won’t, and anyway, it’s…” He cuts me off before I can finish, picking me up from the chaise effortlessly, as if I’m nothing more than a bag of cotton.
To tell the truth, I’m not surprised by his reaction by any means. Justin hates to be told no more than anything, especially when it’s something he wants a great deal.
He carries me over to the enormous glass table that sits on the balcony but doesn’t say a word. He places me on my feet and then bends me over it. His arm wraps around my waist to keep me from moving.
He dips his head and brings his mouth close to my ear, “Don’t tell me no Paige…you’re asking for trouble. You know better.”
The lust I had tried to push aside in the hall returns with a vengeance right away.
He pulls my dress up and then places his palm flat against my ass, running it over my soft skin.
“Why did you come out here instead of coming into the bedroom to get what I know you want.” He demands in a firm but quiet voice.
“Because of the party and your ridiculous inability to resist flirting with every girl you see.” I snap.
“Oh…so you thought you were going to teach me a lesson?” He sounds just a little amused.
“Exactly.” I confirm, still not ready to let him have his way.
“That was a really bad idea Paige. In fact, that was a fucking terrible idea.”
“Was it?” I say as if I don’t give a damn.
“You tell me…” He insists. In a flash, his hand leaves my ass and then returns with a stinging slap.
I cry out, more with shock than pain.
“Now who’s learning their lesson?” he mocks. He brings his hand down again, a little harder this time.
I can feel heat rising up under my skin and I know there is, in all likely hood, two red hand prints blazing there.
“I know you Paige, and you’re not a stupid girl…but tonight you’ve made an incredibly stupid decision and now you’re going to pay for it.” Again he spanks me, harder still.
I yelp with pain, “Justin!”
“Shut up and take it Paige…you’re only making it worse for yourself.”
Contrary to the biting smacks he is bestowing upon me I want him badly…in a strange way I love this punishment. However, I never would have thought I would be into this.
His palm lands with another crack, and I can’t help but cry out yet again.
“This is what happens when you misbehave…so I suggest you never do it again. Unless of course you like it.” He speaks lovingly despite the harsh treatment I am receiving.
Two more spanks rain down on my ass in quick succession. I shriek, but this time there is a moan of pleasure mixed in.
“Have you learned your lesson Paige? Are you going to remember that I get what I want when I want it from now on?” He gives me an additional light tap.
“Yes…whenever you want.” I agree. The skin under his hand is stinging fiercely.
“Are you sorry you were such a bad girl?” He reaches between my thighs and teases my clit. I am so wet that the tops of my stockings are damp.
“I’m so sorry Justin…it’ll never happen again. I promise.” The words slip from my lips with lust-filled remorse.
“Good…that’s my girl.” He inflicts one last forceful slap. I hear him tugging his jeans open, releasing his cock from behind me and know he will fill me with it any second. I shake with excited anticipation.
My head spins with relief as he slips into me…pushing inside all the way to the base with one smooth thrust.
We sigh in unison, elated to be a part of one and other again.
He pumps into me at an almost frantic clip, “I can’t believe what a little bitch you can be!” He spanks me again. The fact that he is inflicting pain and pleasure at once is amazing to me.
“Never again, right?” He coaxes.
“No…” I moan, “Never again.”
He fucks me harder…driving into me with long powerful slams. Bursts of sex drenched sighs emit from him with each thrust.
“You are so fucking wet…” He breathes, “and tight…and damn…so fucking warm inside. I could cum right now, and you know what?” he teases in nasty vengeful words, “I think I will.”
He suddenly jerks his cock out of me, and I feel the first hot spurt land on my ass. The rest quickly follows, drenching my still burning skin with his creamy cum.
He groans loudly as he releases against my flesh and then grows quiet and still behind me. I am expecting for him to resume fucking me, but I feel him move away from me instead.
I turn to face him, “I’m not done yet…I haven’t cum Justin.” I tell him this as I am sure that if he knows the situation, he will slide back in and remedy the problem. But I am wrong.
“I know you haven’t.” He answers coolly.
“Well, come on then.” I don’t know how to react to this. It has never happened before…he never leaves me this way. Never.
“You know…?” he yawns, then steals my line. “I guess I’m kind of tired…I don’t really feel like it now.”