Page 34 of His Pet

Three blocks away, Zadia pulled Trish to a long line of hover-cars, opening the door to the third one from the front and shoving Trish in. She fell to the floor of the car in a heap as the door slammed behind her. All she could see were multiple boots surrounding her.

"Careful baby girl," Jordan's deep voice murmured, sounding amused.

Trish relaxed as he picked her up and pulled her onto his lap. Unlike her, Jordan wasn't even breathing hard, he looked as if he'd just gone for a stroll. Except for the triumphant expression on his face. His eyes were practically glowing.

"Are you all right?"

"Yes," she said, although her hand automatically went to her wrist, which was bit sore.

Immediately Jordan's focus changed, and he took her hand, lifting it so that he could inspect her wrist. It only took him a moment to nod, as if confirming her declaration.

"Good, then we can get on with your punishment."

"Wait!" Trish squealed as she was flipped over his knee into an all-too-familiar position, and her skirt was drawn up. She'd almost forgotten his threat from the museum.

"You earned seven minutes, sweetheart, starting now."

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

The slaps to her ass weren't particularly hard, but Trish moaned anyway, knowing that after seven minutes they were going still going to feel like fire. Each measured blow was firmly delivered, marching down one cheek and up the other from the top curve of her ass to her sit-spot. The first three repetitions stung, but she didn't really start to squirm and whimper until the fourth. By then, her ass was a bright-pink color, her skin warmed up and sensitive, and each firm smack felt like a little flame licking at her bottom.

"That's one minute."

Grabbing onto the seat, Trish buried her face in it, trying to stifle her cries, knowing that it was only going to get worse over the next six minutes. Jordan didn't vary the intensity of his blows at all, but that's not how it felt. By the time he called out three minutes, Trish was openly crying, wriggling to try and escape the hard smacks, pinned in place by Jordan's hand.

Halfway through that minute, he picked her up and turned her over his lap the other way, joking to the soldiers with them that his hand was getting tired. Trish wanted to kick him. Then it started up again, only this time with his other hand, and the difference was definitely discernible to her poor cheeks. Trish howled.

The worst part was, despite the chuckling soldiers, despite the flaming pain, between her legs she knew that she was slick and creamy with arousal. Her mound pressed against Jordan's thigh, and as much as her bottom was wagging to try and ease the sting, she was also trying to rub herself against the hard muscle of his leg. The spanking might be humiliating, it might feel like her ass was on fire, but her pussy didn't care. It just got wetter and wetter even as she cried out with pain.

"Last minute."

She shrieked as Jordan's hand came down, not on her ass, but between her legs, firmly smacking her swollen pussy lips. They plumped up even more under the unexpected assault. Pleasure flashed through her, edged with pain, and she shuddered and tried to close her legs. Jordan smacked her sit-spots, which were already red-hot and painfully throbbing, and she sobbed as she forced her legs apart again.

The muted smacks landed on wet flesh as she bucked on his lap, throbbing inside and outside as he spanked her pussy, the tips of his fingers occasionally catching her clit and causing the little nubbin to puff up even further. Oh god... she couldn't come—wouldn't come—while he spanked her pussy... she wouldn't!

"Good girl," Jordan murmured, and his hand came down to rest on her sensitive mound, fingers massaging the swollen, heated flesh, stroking away the sting. Trish clenched, empty and grasping at nothing, but trying all the same.

He rubbed his hand over her bottom, making her gasp as sensations flared, coming back to life. As he'd spanked her pussy, she'd almost forgotten how much her ass hurt.

Then he was pushing her onto her knees, and Trish knew what came next. One hand slid into her hair while the other undid the front of his pants, and his cock sprung out, erect and ready.

"Play with yourself," he ordered her, as he pulled her head down, pushing her lips over the plump head of his dick. "If you can't make yourself come before we arrive, you'll have to wait until this evening."

As she opened her mouth to take him inside, her tongue flicking the sweet drop of liquid from his tip, his free hand cupped her breast and pinched the nipple, rolling it between his fingers.

Need shuddered through her, even as her lower body throbbed from the spanking. She pressed her fingers into her pussy, feeling the slick wetness coat her fingers. The musky taste of man filled her mouth as Jordan pushed her head down, forcing himself into her throat. Rubbing her clit, she groaned, her vocal chords fluttering and humming against his cock and he moaned in response, thrusting his hips up and shoving himself across her tongue until her nose pressed against his groin.

He began to thrust in and out, fucking her mouth like it was her pussy. Trish found herself strumming her clit to the same rhythm, the nipple that he was playing with sending sparks of pleasure down to the emptiness inside of her and making her clench and shudder. Her tongue danced along the underside of his cock, stroking its length as it pushed past, his hand in her hair moving her head up and down over his groin.

She let go, giving him complete control over her movements. It was almost mesmerizing to give herself over this way, as if he'd caught her under some kind of spell and she was now his doll, letting him use her to please himself.

The ache between her legs was growing stronger, and she didn't know how much time she had left. Giving up control to Jordan, letting him use her mouth as he wanted, allowed her to focus on her own pleasure. Rubbing her clit hard, she gurgled around his cock as she panted for breath, becoming dizzy as the thick meat filling her throat kept her from getting enough air. It made her entire body tingle, all the sensations from the spanking, the forceful face-fucking, her fingers in her pussy, coming together in a coiled burst between her legs.

Jordan's thrusts were becoming rougher, his hand on her hair tightening, and she knew that they must be getting close to the destination. He would draw his own orgasm out, waiting for the very last minute to finish his own pleasure, and if she didn't keep up with him, she'd miss her chance entirely. She rubbed her clit harder, her hips jerking as her entire body tightened, even her throat, as he thrust deep into her mouth. She couldn't breathe, all she could do was swallow, sucking him dry, drinking his cum as her own ecstasy surged. The throbbing between her legs sent pleasure pulsing through her as she ground her pussy against her hand.

Warmth filled her belly, the taste of cum lingering on her tongue as Jordan withdrew, leaving her panting and gasping for air as the intense orgasm sent the last few quivers of rapture through her. Pulling her up onto his lap, into his arms, Jordan put his hand over hers, pressing it firmly between her legs and making her spasm as ecstasy so intense it hurt ripped through her. Her poor clit cried out for mercy as she writhed, trapped between her body and their hands, as he wrung several more quivering spasms from her.

When he finally stopped, Trish was limp in his arms, completely sated. She barely registered as he covered her up, protective again now that he'd had his release. Leaning her head against his shoulder, she felt the hover-car land. Instead of removing her from his lap, Jordan wrapped his arms around her and carried her out of the car. Trish didn't mind. She'd actually grown to like it when Jordan carried her.

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