She hoped to God he wasn’t going to murder her and dump the body. Oasis promised thorough background checks. They had certainly checked out every aspect of her background.
Nothing about this man seemed overly dangerous or threatening. Though his voice had been gruff and low, he didn’t sound cruel, and he had been gentle and courteous as he loaded her into the car. She wished she could see his eyes. The eyes revealed so much of a person’s soul, and Patricia had always found herself attracted to eyes. Her husband had gentle blue eyes. She used to get wet just looking into his expressive baby blues. How long had it been since she had taken the time to actually look at him?
“Take off your shoes and socks.”
The directive, like the ride, was quiet and controlled. This man exuded strength, which she liked. However, her panties remained dry. Her body didn’t respond the same way as the myriad heroines in her favorite erotic novels. So far, the experience interested her. Except for that first moment, no sense of excitement had rushed through her veins. She had thought waiting would increase her sense of anticipation, but she found waiting while blindfolded to be highly overrated as a method of increasing anything other than her frustration and impatience.
Patricia toed off one sneaker and then the other. She peeled away the plain white ankle socks.
She wiggled her toes against the floor mat. It was clean, scratching gently at the bottoms of her feet.
“Good girl. Lose the jeans.”
Patricia hesitated. “We’re in public.”
“No talking, slave. Remove your jeans or you will be punished.”
She knew they were well outside of the city limits. She knew the countryside boasted very little population. The chance of anyone seeing her was slim to none. Still, she couldn’t bring herself to unbutton her jeans. Nobody but Justin had seen her naked in more years than she could remember. She wasn’t young and svelte anymore. Two pregnancies and the passage of years had left their marks.
More than that, Patricia wanted Justin. This fantasy was doomed from the start because Justin was the only man she wanted to see her naked, to touch her, to kiss her. She couldn’t do this. The fantasy had sounded so wonderful on paper. Oasis promised the fulfillment of her deepest desires—but her deepest desires involved her husband.
Tears soaked the back of the blindfold, pressing hot against her eyelids. “I can’t do this.”
Silence greeted her declaration. This fantasy belonged to him as much as it belonged to her. Patricia’s heart beat faster. What if he didn’t let her out of her agreement?
“Please take me back. I can’t do this.” She choked on the words and begged with every fiber of her being.
“No one is around, slave. No one will see you but me.”
There was something in his throaty whisper, something familiar that reminded her too much of Justin. Her heart broke as the reality of what she was doing crashed into her consciousness. She was cheating on Justin. She was cheating on the man to whom she had pledged her fidelity and love. Her tears came faster.
“Oasis. I can’t do this. I’m married. I love my husband. This was a mistake, a huge mistake. I don’t know what I was thinking.” She didn’t care that he heard her sobs.
The car slowed, and Patricia breathed a sigh of relief as she anticipated the U-turn that would take her home. She could be back before Justin ever knew she was gone.
Gravel crunched under the tires as the car stopped. Patricia yanked away the blindfold. It wasn’t that she wanted to see this mystery man as much as that she wanted to apologize for ruining his fantasy.
She turned to him and gasped. Unreadable blue eyes stared at her. Tiny, familiar laugh lines edged them, though no smile lit his face. His lips were drawn tight against his teeth in an almost grimace. Several expressions—anger, hurt, determination—suggested themselves, but nothing definite manifested.
“Justin.”
“Trish.”
Humiliation and shame fought to be her dominant emotion. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what I was thinking. I don’t know why I did this.” She reached for her socks.
“Leave them.”
The hard edge to his voice halted her actions. “You have every right to be mad at me.”
He turned to stare at something near the steering wheel. “You were planning to cheat on me.”
She had nothing to say to that. A denial would be appropriate, but it would be a lie, and she had already apologized.
“It’s my fault,” he said. His strong, confident voice came out quiet and subdued. “I work late all the time, and I’m frequently gone on the weekends. I leave you alone a lot. You joke about being a single mother, but it isn’t a joke, not really. When I stand back and I look at my role in our family, I don’t see that I’m necessary.”
She had to interrupt him. “You’re necessary, Justin. The girls love you. They miss you when you’re gone. It’s just that they’re so used to you not being around.”
Patricia trailed off, having made the wrong point. This was another thing to add to the list of ways in which they no longer communicated. Everything she said always came out wrong.
His long fingers were splayed across his thighs. He pressed the tips hard against his muscles there, rendering the skin around his nails a bloodless white. “When I found out what you were planning, I was so pissed at you.”
She held her breath and tried not to look at him. Anguish burned her insides.
“But then I thought about it from your perspective.”
Something in his voice changed. He traced the seam on the side of his jeans, and she knew his anger had fled.
“I’m not having an affair, Trish. I’ve never even thought about having one. I can’t remember the last time I made love to you. We haven’t had sex in months. I miss it, but I’m not looking elsewhere.”
She had wondered about his fidelity so many times, but she had always avoided thinking about what it meant for their relationship. The idea of him with another woman made her feel numb inside. She had been too afraid of the pain to face the issue head-on. The sad state of their relationship was a painful topic, but she knew Justin needed to have his say. She owed him that much.
“When we decided to have kids, we promised each other that our relationship would always come first, that we would make a point to communicate with each other. We haven’t done that, not really.”
She knew what he meant. Telling him the times and locations of their daughters’ soccer games wasn’t conversation. It was small talk, filler. It was all they had.
He played with the locking mechanism on the keychain dangling from the ignition. She watched him from the corner of her eye. “When I saw your answers on the questionnaire, I was a little shocked. Mostly, it made me sad.” Now he looked at her, piercing her with those eyes she never could resist. “I wondered why you never told me you wanted those things, but then I realized the answer was pretty obvious.”
Patricia closed her eyes against the judgment she knew was coming. The things she had asked for on her application were kinky and a little perverted. She had needed to look up some of the items on the Internet. In order to fill in the survey, she’d had to learn the difference between a flogger, a tawse, and a single-tail. Terms like “butt plug” and “anal beads” were no longer vague images in her head. Even nipple clamps came in a variety of styles she never would have imagined. In fifteen years, Justin had never indicated an interest in any of those things.
While filling out the questionnaire, the veil of anonymity had acted as a protective barrier. She didn’t care if strangers judged her. She only cared about Justin’s opinion.
“Are you going to divorce me?”
He stared at her for too long. His silence and lack of reaction made her squirm. She hadn’t meant to ask that question. She didn’t want to give him that out.
Finally, he shook his head. “No, Trish. I don’t want to live my life without you. I would kill the man who touched you, but I would never give you up.”
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She sagged with relief, but her body trembled uncontrollably. He clicked the release on her seat belt and pulled her across the console and onto his lap. She pressed her face into his shoulder, and he smoothed back her hair. It had been so very long since he had held her like this. The sweetness of his care made her shake harder. He stroked her until her tremors subsided. Then he just held her against him.
“I can’t tell you how relieved I was when you asked me to take you home. Truthfully, I was surprised you got in the car with me in the first place. I honestly thought you’d chicken out way before now.” He murmured the words against her temple. The caress of his lips against that sensitive patch of skin made her yearn for far more than she had a right to expect.
The laugh that forced its way from her chest was of the bemused variety. “I only got into the car because when you blindfolded me, you pressed your chest against my back and I, well, you felt like you.”
Justin grasped her chin, tilting her face to his. The kiss was gentle, full of tenderness and regret. Though he had said he would never let her go, Patricia wondered where this fiasco left the state of their marriage.
When the kiss ended, she shifted, trying to avoid the awkwardness of the situation. The futility of the effort struck her. She gathered courage and asked the question she should have asked when she tore the blindfold off to see him sitting in the driver’s seat. “Justin, what are you doing here?”
She expected him to shrug or feign indifference, but steely determination glittered behind his eyes. “Oasis contacted me. It took them some time to convince me it was for real, but once I saw the paperwork, I realized they knew you wanted me. It was pretty obvious.”
She nodded, a little overwhelmed by their perceptiveness and the lack of anger in Justin’s response. “What now?”
His smile was too cocksure. “The way I see it, we paid for a rental car and a nice cabin in a remote area with a wicked-looking dungeon decor, and the kids are with your parents. You take back that safe word, and I’ll carry out my end of the bargain.”
Shock rendered her immobile. Finally, she lifted her head and leaned back to look up at him. He was a half foot taller than her, and the height difference hadn’t completely disappeared because she was sitting on his lap. She let her eyes drink in the lines and contours of the handsome face she knew so well. “Justin, you’re not into any of that stuff.”
Now his grin turned wicked. “Oh honey, Oasis made me take classes in the finer points of bondage and sadism for the past six weeks. All those nights and weekends when you thought I was working late, I was attending beginner dom classes specifically tailored to pleasing the sub they had selected for me. There are so many things I want to do to you, most of which never occurred to me before I saw your questionnaire.”
He ran his hand from her knee to her hip and back.
Patricia bit her lip. “Are you sure about this? I don’t want to ask you to do something that doesn’t turn you on.”
He palmed her breast. Heat penetrated the tank top and the thick layer of her bra. “It turns me on, honey. The idea of having you tied up, your ass in the air with my handprint all over it, begging for more definitely does it for me.”
She swallowed. “Will you punish me for this?” She didn’t elaborate.
He nodded, a brief, swift acknowledgment, though his eyes never left hers. “I’ll teach you to even think about letting any man but me put his hands on what’s mine.”
With that, he pinched through the fabric, rolling her nipple between his fingers. Patricia yelped even as the pain dissipated and pleasure radiated in its wake.
“Tell me you want this, Trish. Tell me you want to belong to me. Tell me you want me to use your body, to torture you for my own pleasure until you sob and beg for release.”
Cream soaked her panties, generated from a combination of the pinch and his description. She took a deep breath. “Yes, Justin. I want to belong to you. Only you. I take back the safe word.”
He eased her back into the passenger seat. “Stay put.”
Patricia watched as he exited the car, biting her tongue in an effort to remember her place. This was a completely new side to this man she had married all those years ago. A stranger wore her husband’s body and sported a devious smile she hadn’t seen in far too long.
He came around the front of the SUV and opened her door. “Come here, Trish.” He held out a hand to help her from the high seat.
Patricia looked at the gravel on the shoulder of the road and then at her bare feet. Then she glanced at Justin, hoping for a reprieve. She found no mercy there. Still, she hesitated.
With an impatient growl, he lifted her from the seat and shoved her against the outside of the back door, pinning her with his chest and hips. A thrill ran through her body, sending heat to her core. She hadn’t realized her forty-year-old husband was still strong enough to sling her around like this. He looked good, but he hadn’t been to a gym in years. She knew her eyes were wide, and she made no effort to temper or hide her reaction.
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.
He dug around in a duffel bag she hadn’t noticed on the floor. She watched from her perch on the seat. The single bag she had been permitted to bring was there as well.
She couldn’t see exactly what he found. She waited, knowing she would find out eventually.
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