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cried out in protest.
    “You can’t tease me like this, Justin. I’m going to die if you don’t let me come.”
    He moved her body, drawing her up until she stood on the gravel strip between the road and the grass. Patricia’s vision swam as she struggled to deal with the conflicting sensations running rampant in her body.
    “Tell me what it feels like.” The timbre of his voice was low and smooth.
    It was on the tip of her tongue to ask him if he was considering shoving a butt plug up his ass, but she refrained. They could save that for later. For now, he was in charge. She was just beginning to understand the full weight of what it meant to be a submissive, to give herself completely over to another person. She loved Justin, but she had never surrendered to him. All of their sex had been about mutual satisfaction.
    She was intensely grateful that Justin was there. This would not have worked with anyone but the man she loved with her whole heart and soul.
    “I feel full. I feel…” She stopped, and the heat of another blush stole up her neck. She looked down, focusing on his gray tennis shoes. A silver stripe ran along the side, tapering at the toe. She had bought those for him when he indicated an interest in resuming jogging, but she hadn’t known he wore them.
    He lifted her chin, his firm grasp guiding her to face the steel in his eyes. “No, Trish. None of this. You will not hide from me, and you will not censor your thoughts and feelings. That is what got our marriage in trouble in the first place. I don’t blame you. I do it too. It stops now.”
    He had never before used this domineering tone with her. A wave of desire further weakened her ability to stand. She gripped his arm. “I feel like I belong to you. I feel possessed, sexy, loved. I feel alive for the first time in years.”
    Justin enveloped her in his arms. He smoothed his hands down her back and kissed a path along her temple and forehead.
    “Good,” he said. “I want you to feel like that. You do belong to me, Trish. You are mine. You are sexy, and you are loved.”
    Complex emotions, things she didn’t want to analyze or face, burned near her heart. She gripped him hard, trembling with the force of her emotions, and he held her until it subsided. Then he released her.
    “We need to get going.” He spread a towel on the passenger seat and buckled her in, never once offering her the option to dress.
    The seat kept the plug firmly planted in her ass. Justin eased the car back onto the road. The vibrations of the tires on the road magnified and thrummed in her ass.
    “Play with your clit,” he said, breaking the silence. “I want to hear you come.”
    “Yes, Justin.” She was wound so tight, it wouldn’t take long.
    She dipped her fingers into her juices and swirled them around her clit. Not bothering with a slow build, she set a fast pace and climaxed in less than a minute.
    Resting her head back against the seat, she smiled and closed her eyes. “Thank you, Justin. I needed that.” She couldn’t imagine how he was holding out. The bulge in his jeans hadn’t diminished as he drove.
    “Don’t stop.”
    Her eyes flew open. They had tried this kind of thing before, only to stop when her overstimulated clit couldn’t handle more. “I need a break.”
    He slammed on the brakes. She braced one hand on the dashboard and both feet on the floor. “What the hell are you doing?”
    Too late, she saw that this was no time to berate him for his driving skills. He grabbed the back of her head, fisting her hair in his hand, and pulled her close to him. Passion possessed the kiss until he seemed to get himself back under control. He released her, and once again he exited the SUV.
    Butterflies ran races in Patricia’s stomach. The skin of her ass burned and tingled. Would he spank her again? She wasn’t sure she was sufficiently recovered from the last one.
    The back door opened and closed. Her door opened. With a swiftness she hadn’t