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“Sexy,” I say, giving her panty-covered ass a stinging slap. Having the thick denim out of my way is so satisfying, the sound of my hand spanking her panty-covered ass echoes over the empty hills. “But these will have to go as well.”
A low, shameful moan leaves her as she lays against the hood. “Oh God, no.”
“God, yes.”
Tugging the lacy waistband of her panties makes me hard. I press myself against her thigh, letting her feel my desire. I tug the thin, satin material down, tucking them into her jeans. I run my fingers over the gusset. As I suspected, damp.
“Not only are you half naked, wrists in cuffs, getting your naughty, bare ass spanked out here where anyone could see you.” Lie. Only sheep are out here. I would never let anyone see what belongs to me. Even if it’s only temporary. “But those panties of yours I just pulled down are damp. Which makes me wonder how wet your pretty pussy is right now.”
She gives a sharp, hissing intake of breath. Knowing her punishment is making her as wet as I am hard, makes me want to play with her all the more.
Eager to transfer more of the tension from my body into her ass, the punishment begins in earnest. “Next time you go to disobey me, don’t forget this fire I’m laying over your ass.” Spanking her bare ass is more for me than to teach her a lesson, therapy to get rid of the stress she’s put me under. Red handprints pop up on her creamy flesh.
My handprints. Marking her ass as mine. She’s my prisoner, captive at my house, all mine to play with.
And if she is all mine…
I have every right to know exactly what her pussy feels like. “I want to know just how wet I’m making you. And I’m going to find out.”
“Oh God,” she says again, lying limp over my truck hood. “Do not touch me.”
“I want to feel what belongs to me.”
“Not one inch of me belongs to you.”
“You do till I’m done with you.” I cup her ass in my palm, two fingers pushing forward between the very tops of her thighs till I reach the hot slick of her pussy.
A quiet moan escapes her before she can hiss through her teeth. “Let’s pray that’s sooner than later.”
My fingers play in her slickness, stroking and swirling around her hard bud. She gives another moan, grinding against the truck hood in desire-laced defiance.
“You’re just as wet as I knew you would be.”
“How would you know anything about me?” Her voice is hushed but hard. She wants more. She wants to kill me.
“Those pretty brown eyes of yours. They give you away. Lying on the roadside, standing naked ready for your punishment. Fear was there, yes, but there was curiosity as well.”
“I was curious how men like you found mates to procreate with in order to keep the lineage of patriarchal cavemen going.”
I have to give a grunted laugh at that, punishing her humor with a hard rubbing right over her clit. She whines, pushing against my hand, wanting more.
“I’ll tell you how we made it through. We’re big, strong, and we like nothing more than to put babies in the bellies of the women we love.” I circle her clit with the pad of my finger. “You were a strong woman wondering what it would feel like to be taken over by a much stronger man.”
My cock grows harder, and I rub it against her thigh, needing some relief. She moans, her cheek against my car as I explore further, dipping a finger just inside her tight entrance.
“Oh my God, get your fingers out of me.”
I push a thick finger inside of her.
She feels so warm and wet, so tight, I almost tear off my own jeans and fuck her right here and now, right over the hood of my truck, out here in the open air, the two of us a pinprick in these vast, rolling hills.
She gives a shameful whimper, hating herself for wanting more.
“Naughty girls don’t get more. Bad girls only get their pussy teased. They don’t get to come.”
Hating to leave her warmth, I drag my finger away from her pussy. I give her ass a few more sharp spanks, leaving her lying there breathless and boneless and limp.
I take it upon myself to pull her panties back up into place. Drag her jeans back up over her hips. Zip them and button them. I help her back upright, till she’s standing on weak knees.
