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Playing with intimacy was risky; I knew that. When this was over, when her car was repaired and her debt was “cleared,” we wouldn’t be able to let her go. I wouldn’t be able to brush this off like it was nothing and watch her walk out of my life again.
I needed her to stay. I wanted her to. But the choice was hers and the only thing I could do now was show her this was where she needed to be.
I needed to show her the possibilities, give her an experience she would never forget.
She’d admitted that her ultimate fantasy was to be snatched away, used and dominated, with nothing to worry about, except being a good, obedient girl for us. She wanted to submit completely, to relinquish the control she so carefully clung to.
I adored that about her. Once her fears of being rejected and judged were assuaged, Jess was insatiable, ravenous. But between the four of us, we could sate her.
We’d talked about it over the past few days, discussing what she imagined she would like and wouldn’t like, things she wanted to try or things to avoid. We knew each other’s boundaries, we had a safeword, but the more we got her talking about what she wanted, the better.
I wanted to blow her mind. I wanted to show her what life with us could be like, if she wanted it.
***
We picked her up early, before her parents were awake, when the sun was still creeping over the horizon. Her mom thought she was spending the weekend with some girls — friends that weren’t even talking to Jess anymore, since she’d decided to keep company with us. She threw her luggage in the back of the Bronco before she climbed into the front seat, her tiny denim shorts riding up her thighs as she sat between Lucas and I. She gave Jason and Vincent a wave through the back window, since they were riding together in the WRX.
“Please tell me we can stop for coffee,” she said, laying her head against Lucas’s shoulder with a dramatic groan. “I think I’ll die if I’m not caffeinated soon.”
Weallneeded our hit of caffeine. Lucas would get grumpy without it and the last thing any of us wanted was to be trapped in a vehicle with him in a bad mood. Once we had our espresso, we got straight onto the highway. We turned the stereo up and kept the windows down, and it wasn’t long before I couldn’t stand to have Jess sitting right beside me without touching her, kissing her,enjoyingher.
Locking my arm around her waist, I shot Lucas a grin as I dragged her onto my lap so she was straddling me, facing toward me.
Lucas groaned, “Come on, man, is this why you wanted me to drive?You’rethe one who likes to watch! Are you switching with me after this? Hey! Manson!”
But Jess was kissing me, and I couldn’t answer him with her tongue in my mouth. I didn’t even intend to fuck her yet. I wanted to feel her, enjoy her taste, savor her body. I smacked her ass as she lifted slightly off my lap and she moaned into my mouth, before she whispered, “Mm, spank me harder, Master.”
“Fuckinghell.” Lucas let off a string of curses, tapping his palm repeatedly against the wheel. He was trying so hard to watch us more than he was looking at the road.
“Pay attention to your driving, puppy,” I said, reaching over to shove his face forward. The furious growl he gave me was enough to make me chuckle as I smacked Jess again, and she gasped, grinding down on my lap. I turned her, pushing her head down and to the side so she was lying across my lap. Her head was on the seat toward Lucas, and her legs were bent against the door, her white sneakers untied.
“You want it harder?” I said, rubbing my hand over her thighs, then over the round globes of her ass. Although partially hidden by her shorts, the faint red lines of my name cut into her skin were still visible. It was healed; I hated to see it disappear. I needed a permanent mark on her, something that wouldn’t fade away.
She gave me a cheeky look over her shoulder, clutching her hands around Lucas’s thigh. This wastorturinghim. She wiggled her butt, and I spanked her again, continuing until she was gasping and her thighs were red.
By the time we pulled into the next gas station, Lucas was coiled so tightly with tension I was surprised he managed to stand up.
We all got out, stretching our arms and legs. We’d been on the road for hours and had a little further to go before we were into the mountains, but we could see them ahead of us now through the trees. We’d traded farmland for forests, and the gas station we stopped at was old, with only one pump and a debit card slot out of order.
“I’ll go pay the cashier,” Jess said, plucking the cash from my fingers that I was about to walk inside with. I watched her through the dirty window as she sauntered up to the counter, her midriff bare in the red cropped shirt she wore.
“She looks too good to be out in public,” Lucas said, arms folded as he leaned against the Bronco with the gas cap open. Jess was speaking with the man behind the counter, an old guy with a wide smile who resembled a backwater Santa Claus in overalls. Hell, I’d be smiling that wide too if one of my few customers of the day looked like that.
When she came back out, she had a lollipop in her mouth. Lucas pumped the gas, and she distributed the soda she’d bought. She ran one of the cold cans over the back of her neck, sighing as the condensation dripped down her skin.
“What flavor?” Vincent said, and she popped the lolly from her mouth to offer him a lick.
“Blue raspberry,” she said, sticking out her blue-stained tongue as Jason came in for a lick too. Vincent was admiring her reddened thighs, grinning at me as he lifted his eyebrows suggestively.
But that little spanking was nothing. That was to get her hot and squirming before the best part.
She wanted to be taken captive. She wanted to feel helpless, ravaged, used.
Far be it from me to deny her that.
We got back on the road, and Jess was enjoying being a tease. She put herself back on my lap, swirling her tongue around her candy. She subtly moved her hips, grinding on me, an innocent look on her face all the while.
We endured for about half an hour before Lucas pulled over at a vacant rest stop. The WRX drove in behind us, and Jess frowned, sitting up on my lap as she looked around. The rest stop was nothing more than a picnic bench and some restrooms, hidden from the highway by a line of trees.
