Project Passion (6 page)

“
Thank you master.” Heather
had to breathe once in a while. “Oh, God, I love it.”

“
Slow down there, slave.
And I think you’re right. Definitely time for that
spanking.”

Tossing the glove aside, Braden handed
Heather her glass and she drank, looking very calm and comfortable
with the situation.

“
What’s the spanking
for?”

“
I shouldn’t tell you, or
you’ll just do it again.”

Heather nodded seriously at
that.

“
You may be right.” She
managed a shy smile.

“
But basically, it’s for
being a good girl.”

Heather blushed, and looked all solemn
all of a sudden, her face hanging, but then she looked up with
clear eyes and a calm visage.

Braden had one more thing on the
program, as the camera’s eye on its remote tripod recorded the
whole scene with emotionless rigor. Heather gasped as the sticky
fluid came out of the bottle and went all over her back and
shoulders.

“
Rub that around, and then
you can do me. Here, I’ll help.” Braden carefully smeared the oil
all over her, lavishing attention to her breasts, lovely and firm,
and Heather’s mouth was wide open as she reciprocated.

She still seemed to get all out of
breath from time to time.

Braden looked shiny and powerfully
masculine in the firelight. Braden was going to fuck
her.

Oh, God, Braden was going to fuck
her…

Now Braden pulled one last item out of
the bag, a tightly-packed rain sheet in clear plastic. He made
Heather stand off to one side in the warm amber
firelight.

Spreading it on top of the other
blanket, he made Heather sit there on all fours like a dog, as he
went down and knelt beside her.

He gave Heather two or three fairly
hard smacks on the ass, bringing a cry and tears of genuine pain to
go along with her passion. He made her wait and then gave her a few
more. He stood in front of her, and slapped his cock across her
face. She lunged and dove for it, but came up
disappointed.

“
There.” He went around for
a long look at her, marveling at the sight, and then stood in front
as Heather came up on her knees and sucked on his cock some more,
in a fit or frenzy of lust and pleasure.

Braden’s teasing had to end at some
point.

Then the two of them were huddling on
the drop-sheet, face to face as Braden hugged Heather, and kissed
her some more, reaching around and finger-fucking her while she
squirmed and wiggled and giggled, raving in her lust like a
lunatic, and then it was time.

#

Sitting quietly facing one another,
Braden gave Heather a ring, and then brought out a fresh lipstick,
something he’d bought on the way on pure impulse.

“
Here, let me put that on
for you.”

Heather’s eyes showed a hint of tears
and she looked at the ring.

“
It’s a friendship ring.
You don’t have to wear it at work I guess.”

She held up her hand and looked at the
foreign, alien thing. This was the kind of emotion she’d never even
imagined. Braden liked her. She liked him a lot.

“
You look very hot.” Braden
picked up a condom and proffered it in Heather’s direction. “Are
you still with me?”

“
Yes, Braden.” Heather
accepted the condom, and looking as shy as a bride on her wedding
night, her eyes having to look and focus on the thing, she took it
out of the packet.

She stared at his face but said
nothing. She took a deep breath.

“
One last lick.” She curled
down and took her time about making sure Braden’s cock was nice and
hard before slipping the rubber on and unrolling it down the
shaft.

She took a half second to admire her
handiwork, stroking and squeezing his cock in a brief delay of her
own.

She came back up and lay there quietly
looking into Braden’s eyes. For a moment, they said nothing. Then
deliberately, with a wink, Heather acknowledged some unspoken
agreement.

“
It’s either that or
another spanking.”

Braden told her to face away from him,
and fingered her some more down there.

His breath was hot in Heather’s ear as
he spooned up close and licked all up and around her neck and face.
Braden made her turn her head and he kissed Heather’s eyes. Heather
wanted lots of romantic cuddling. It felt so wonderful. She never
wanted it to stop. His smell enveloped her and she would never
forget this moment.

“
You know you’re naked, out
in the woods with a strange man, and that he’s going to fuck
you?”

“
Yes.”

“
You know that this
sometimes…it usually hurts the first time or two?”

“
Um, yes. I know, Braden, I
know.”

Braden wrapped his left arm under and
around so he could pinch Heather’s right nipple as his finger
probed.

“
You look marvelous.” He
pulled his finger out, taking up the position again. “Just looking
at you—”

Heather could feel the tip of his cock
right at her anus now, and she was very still and quiet. Braden’s
right hand, freshly lubed up with oil, clutched her pubis, one
finger finding her clitoris, and his mouth was right there at her
ear.

“
Yeah, you love this. Don’t
you?”

“
I love it, master, and
would you please fuck me now…?”

Braden shoved it in a short distance.
Her cunt was wonderfully tight.

“
Does that
hurt?”

“
A little.”

“
I told you it would. I’m
just going to go slow at first.” Heather nodded in agreement and
Braden paid extra special attention to kissing her, talking to her,
and stroking her, as his new and beautiful bitch, oily and shining
to perfection, gasped and moaned and babbled sweet nothings, in
pure, torrid, manic passion.

After driving her into a long series
of orgasms, shuddering in a kind of sweet madness, a mix of a
little pain and a lot of pleasure, he put her on her back and
untied her hands and feet. Then, with their mouths and eyes locked,
he drove it inside of her with deep, strong thrusts as she thrashed
and moaned and ultimately screamed in her tormented joy, staring
wide-eyed and calling his name over and over again.

Beside them the fire snapped and
popped, but the lovers were oblivious to it and all of the other
low sounds of the woods at night around them.

#

They had agreed on no last-minute
theatrics. Exhausted but also sated and fulfilled, they sat in
Braden’s charcoal grey Escalade a week later.

Heather was so tempted to strip off
and just go for it, with the windows tinted so dark she doubted if
anyone at the boat launch could see them.

“
So. What do you think of
all this?”

Heather put her hand on Braden’s thigh
and spoke in an even tone. She was a lot more relaxed with herself
now, and yet there were still doubts.

“
Unbelievable?”

Braden patted her hand.

There was a long moment of silence as
Heather hung her head.

“
I don’t know if I’m much
better off than before.” Now she knew what she was
missing.

What a desperate thought.

Braden felt a pull on his
heartstrings. She really was nice.

“
Um. I have a trade show
coming up in Burlington in three weeks or so…”

Heather looked up.

“
Burlington?” Her heart
beat more strongly just at the thought.

Burlington was three or four hundred
miles from home…but then, a rental car presented no
problems.

She smiled, and leaned in close,
whispering in Braden’s ear.

“
Why? What did you have in
mind?”

Heaving an exaggerated sigh, Braden
pulled her in close and gave her a kiss, and the two twined
together with Heather awkwardly squirming, one arm around his neck
and her right hand rubbing Braden’s crotch through the thin
cotton.

“
Oh, I don’t know. The
usual thing.”

“
The usual thing?” Heather
pouted so sweetly now that she’d had a little practice and wasn’t
hiding it anymore. “Well, I don’t know.”

She pretended to think.

“
What do you think of
fish-net stockings and maybe something else? I was thinking of some
kind of page haircut, real short on the back but with bangs kind of
on the front. I could die it jet black for you.”

“
Surprise me.”

Braden gave Heather one more kiss. He
had a suggestion.

“
I’ll tell you what—I’m not
shy, I’ll pick out something nice for you. Maybe some sheer
crotch-less panties, with a little teddy top and whatever else I
can think of.” She knew she wanted to do this. “That way you don’t
have to sneak off and go gallivanting all over the
place.”

She wanted to get fucked in a
car.

Almost any man would do, really. She
wondered how she would look in an outfit like that.

Heather’s heart pounded in her chest
as she thought of how terrified she had been just buying condoms
and hair remover…

“
And if you want to see
what I bought you…you’ll just have to show up, won’t
you?”

“
Yes, sir. I guess I will.”
She had a little money in her purse. “You’re such a nice
man.”

His eyes widened when she pulled it
out.

“
Red patent leather high
heel shoes…size nine.” He took the money with a grin and they
kissed yet again.

Heather waited with glistening eyes as
Braden took a post-it pad out of the console and wrote down details
of the time, place, and the proper number to call. Braden didn’t
even ask for Heather’s number. Give her a little time to think on
things. He pulled off the sheet and gave it to her.

“
Okay, Sugar.” Heather
opened the door and Braden watched her lithe figure, and that
tight, sweet little ass as it wiggled all the way, and then Heather
turned back with a big smile and blew him a kiss.

Three weeks was a long time to
wait.

With one last wave, she got into her
car.

It was time to go home.

End

Constance ‘Dusty’ Miller has written
fiction, non-fiction and worked for newspapers and magazines. She
did a brief stint as sports editor of a small-town weekly. She
likes to make people laugh as well as think. Her erotica has a
strong sense of the dramatic. Out of work and recovering from a
life-threatening illness, someone suggested writing erotica which
she initially rejected for lack of confidence. But love makes the
world go around, and Dusty can no longer deny its pull. Dusty
squeezes a little writing time in between raising a daughter and
building a home-based business.

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