Yes, Justin (8 page)

Steam wafted from over the top of the shower’s glass doors. He dragged a hand over her ass. “The marks are gone, but it’s still radiating heat. How does it feel?”

She knew she would be sore tomorrow, but every protest of her muscles would be a reminder of what they’d shared. “It turns me on when you do that.”

He kissed the top of her head. “Good. I have plans for us in the shower.” The brush clanked against the marble countertop. With a hand on her hip, he guided her into the shower.

The inside looked a little different from what she expected. The stall shower could easily fit a few more people. Water issued from spouts on three walls. Along the back side, a low bench curved from the plastic surround. A bar hung from the ceiling, and vinyl restraints dangled from it. Justin lifted one of her arms and secured her wrist to the restraint. He repeated the action with her other arm. Warm water soothed her skin from three sides, spraying everywhere but directly into her face. Justin removed one showerhead and brought it closer to wet her hair. He washed it, massaging vanilla-scented shampoo into her scalp before rinsing it away.

While he conditioned it, he washed evidence of sex from her body, and he forced her to watch helplessly as he washed his own body. She wanted to feel the smooth glide of his muscles under her washcloth. She wanted to coax his cock to life and kneel before him so she could show him how much she loved him.

Despite the warm water, her nipples hardened to tiny, pebbled peaks. Her sex swelled, and her mouth produced extra saliva. A whine escaped as her body begged to give him anything he wanted.

Chuckling, he rinsed conditioner from her hair. When he finished with that, he released her arms. Blood flowed through her extremities, tingling a bit in her wrists and fingers.

“Bend over, darling. Put your hands on the bench and show me that pretty little ass.”

The way he framed his request startled Trish, even though he had been saying things like that all day. For fifteen years, Justin had avoided saying anything overtly sexual. He’d complimented her appearance in general terms. He’d shown an appreciation for her legs, her breasts, and her ass through touch and looks, not words.

Trish decided she liked hearing him verbalize what he liked. Perhaps some might find it rude, but she wanted her husband to objectify her body. She already knew he liked and respected her as a person. Now she wanted more.

He reached between her legs and found her slick wetness. Not long before, he’d rinsed away her cream. Evidence of her desire wouldn’t be denied. It hadn’t taken her body long to replace the necessary juices.

“What a hungry little cunt you have, Trish. Would you like me to fuck it?”

Hearing such decadent words in her sweet Justin’s low tones made Trish’s pussy throb with need. Did she want him to fuck her? Hell, yes. Would he do it if she begged? She had no idea. He definitely liked playing the dom, so he might get off by denying her pleasure. “If that’s what you want, Justin.”

“You want to give me what I want?” He plunged two fingers deep inside.

She arched her back and willed herself to not move further. “Yes, Justin. I want to give you whatever you want.”

He thrust into her pussy, pumping furiously, working her body expertly. She moaned, and he removed his fingers. She whimpered when he left the shower without telling her she could move.

Listening intently, she tried to figure out what he was doing. She shifted her weight and rolled her shoulders. Sliding and clunking sounds came from the other side of the bathroom. He returned before she could piece together evidence from the noises he made.

He pressed his cooled skin to her ass and thighs. A small sound of surprise escaped her lips, but she managed to not jump away. The temperature difference sent a shiver up her spine, but it disappeared quickly as the water heated him again.

The tip of his cock brushed the lips of her pussy. “Use one hand, Trish. Guide me inside you.”

Eagerly, she complied. With one hand, she held the weight of her upper body on the bench. With the other, she positioned him at her entrance and pushed back to take him inside.

He thrust, burying himself to the hilt, but then he stopped. The safety of close contact disappeared as he leaned back, peeling his abs and his hips away from her ass. He pulled her cheeks apart. He worked cool gel into the tight ring around her anus, and her pussy quivered around his dick.

“I’m going to fuck your ass, Trish.”

Oh, he didn’t have to warn her. She knew what he planned to do. Juices dripped from her pussy. She wished he would fuck her there a little too, but he remained still.

He massaged lubricant inside. His cock withdrew. In moments, his thick crown pushed at her sphincter. She breathed out and relaxed.

Justin’s cock was much thicker than the plug he’d taken out a few hours ago. The stretching didn’t hurt or burn as she’d expected from the research in which she’d engaged via erotic novels. The sensation sent electric tingles straight to her pussy, and that empty channel was becoming a little jealous. It throbbed with wanting.

He pushed further, gently working his cock until she felt his thighs against hers. “Tell me how it feels, Trish.”

Why did he keep asking? Did he want her to strap one on and fuck him like this? She shook the snarky thought away and concentrated on what she felt. Anxiety. Yes, that explained why such an immature comment had been her first reaction.

Blood rushed through her body, bringing a sense of anticipation. A sharp slap on her ass brought her out of her head.

“When I ask a question, you will answer it, or you will be punished.” He followed up with another slap, but it didn’t distract her from the tight growl his voice had become.

Something about the way he talked to her turned her on even more. He hadn’t said he expected an answer. He had said she would answer. He left her no choice but to follow his directive. Hot cream rushed from her pulsing pussy.

“Anxious.” She amended the first term of description that had popped into her head. She wasn’t afraid or nervous. “Like something is about to happen that I’m going to really like, but I don’t know exactly what I’m going to like about it.”

It was a fair statement since Justin had never fucked her ass before. She had no idea what to expect.

“I feel full inside, but it’s very different from when you’re in my pussy. The sensations are muted a bit.”

He withdrew almost all the way. She felt the ridge of his crown press outward against her muscle. Then he steadily slid back in, burying himself deep. She moved one hand forward to counter his momentum. While his move had given her more sensation, she still waited to feel the same kinds of pleasure she felt when he fucked her pussy, the kind that would push her toward orgasm.

He dug his fingers into her hips as he pumped into her a few more times. She realized she wouldn’t have an orgasm like this, and she whimpered at the unexpected punishment.

Justin paused. “Talk to me, Trish. Tell me what you’re feeling. I know I’m not hurting you.”

No, he wasn’t hurting her. “I kinda wish you would,” she said. “It doesn’t feel like I thought it would. It feels good, like I’m yours to use however you want whether or not I enjoy it, but I honestly thought it wouldn’t be very different from when you’re in my pussy.”

In response, he withdrew completely. The tip of his cock pressed against her anus. Without warning or apparent regard for her ass’s near-virgin status, he reamed her.

Sharp bits of pleasure-pain radiated directly to her pussy, and an exclamation of pleasure squeaked from her lips. He slapped her ass, sending more heat where she needed it.

“Like that better?”

“Yes, Justin.”

He withdrew and slammed into her again. Tingles prickled up her spine and covered her scalp, blooming into a unique kind of pleasure. She doubted she could orgasm this way, but she definitely had found the joy in anal sex.

She arched her back more, opening to him fully, offering everything she had. He settled into a frantic rhythm, riding her ass hard, taking possession, and forcing her submission. Peace and calm washed over her as she gave her body for his pleasure. Perhaps she wouldn’t climax, but she would please her Justin.

“Mine,” he said. “This ass is mine, Trish. Play with your clit. I want to hear you come.”

“Yes, Justin.” She lifted a trembling hand to her pussy. She pinched and pressed, touching herself without mercy. The distraction of Justin fucking her ass, pounding into her so enthusiastically, proved to be too much. He’d ordered her to climax, so she let her hand wander lower. She pushed two fingers into her surprisingly tight channel.

Behind her, Justin gasped, and she realized she could feel his cock through the thin walls separating it from her fingers. She pumped her fingers in and out, caressing them both with a rough touch. Justin’s breathing grew ragged, and she reveled in her power.

“Come for me. Now.”

His order triggered a storm of reaction. Trish’s body bowed into a stiff shape. Her back arched, writhing under an onslaught of feeling that robbed the bottoms of her feet of all sensation. She screamed her climax, coming harder and longer than she ever had before. Behind her, Justin pumped into her. Hot jets of semen bathed her insides, and he only pounded harder. The orgasm went on and on and on.

Her elbows couldn’t hold their locked position, and she collapsed. Her consciousness didn’t fade, but her comprehension of the world wavered and shifted. She felt Justin’s strong arms holding her tight. He sat on the bench, cradling her to his chest. The staccato rhythm of his heart beat time against where her hand rested. Warm water washed over them, helping to keep the shivers at bay.

He tilted her head back and kissed her, thrusting his tongue into her mouth to claim any part of her that might feel it didn’t belong to him. As her motor control returned, she tried to kiss him back, but a place deep in her soul only let her accept his mastery of her mouth.

For the first time in a long time, Trish felt all was right with the world.

Morning sunlight streaming through the trees outside dappled a pattern over the objects in the room that made the details difficult to see. Justin blinked away the fog of sleep and reached for his watch to check the time. They didn’t have the cabin for much longer. A noontime checkout heralded a definite end to this unexpected second honeymoon with his beautiful bride.

Less than twenty-four hours before, he had watched from down the street as his wife left their home to meet a strange man. The thought didn’t bring the same pain it had the day before, or even the month before, because things had changed between them. Of course, they still needed to talk about how this would all manifest once they got home.

He liked the idea of having Trish as his submissive, but he couldn’t keep her naked all the time. He also couldn’t expect her to have every decision she made approved by him either. They each brought different areas of expertise to this marriage, and he knew when to cede to her wisdom.

However, he definitely wanted to keep control of their sex life. He could make her wear a butt plug to teacher in-service days. He could spank her before she went to bed. He could intrude upon her time in the shower. He could wake her up for sex every single morning. Good God, he loved morning sex. When they were first married, he used to wake her up every morning, sometimes by plunging his cock into her pussy. Her eyes would open, and her murmured sigh would turn to a gasp. When had she begun turning him down?

His gaze wandered to her still form. The sheet, tucked under her chin, covered her entire body. Her hair lay scattered on the pillow, a ratted mess that held an appeal all its own because he had been the one to muss it.

Whether or not she consented to being his sex slave after this weekend, she was his to command for the next three hours. He wanted to fuck her ass again, but he reasoned that she had to be sore. He hadn’t been at all gentle with her the night before. Because she had enjoyed it so much, he didn’t regret being rough.

Mindful of the tenderness she had to feel all over her body, he eased the sheet away. She grunted a protest and tightened her grip. A quick glance at the headboard revealed that a set of nylon restraints attached to an eye hook. He unwound them and wrapped one around each of her wrists.

She opened her eyes, a question there that didn’t make it past her lips. Her gaze followed the nylon line to the hook in the bed frame. As he knew she would, she figured out the situation quickly. He loved her intellect. Beauty, brains, and a generous heart—his Trish had it all. No way in hell would he let her go.

“Raise your hands above your head and spread your legs.”

The restraints kept her hands together. Shades of uncertainty flashed behind her eyes, and he knew she was thinking about things like morning breath or whether her armpits stunk. Justin thought she smelled perfect this morning, with or without deodorant, so he wasn’t about to let her go satisfy a few vanity issues.

She lifted her arms and rested her hands on the pillow above her head. She turned a bit and shifted to spread out the way he wanted.

He smiled as a reward and removed the sheet. Her stiff, swollen nipples stood in a silent salute. He tested her soreness with the light flick of his thumb. She inhaled sharply and closed her eyes.

“Sore?”

“Yes, Justin.”

He loved hearing her say his name like that. It meant so much more than acquiescence. Every time she said it, she reaffirmed her love for him. Leaning down, he closed his mouth around her areola. This time, her intake of breath indicated anticipation. He let her feel the heat of his mouth.

Her chest rose and fell. She squirmed a bit, trying to thrust her breast farther into his mouth. He pressed a warning hand down on her hip. Immediately she stilled. He switched breasts.

“Please, Justin. Oh, please suck it or lick it or bite it or something.”

He lifted his head away from her breast and kissed her on the mouth. He sucked and licked and nipped at her lips and tongue. She responded enthusiastically. Small pleading noises vibrated in her throat.