“Logan, I don’t know if I’m comfortable with…”
I don’t let Lia finish, pulling her into the gas station.
“You know you could’ve just given me some money for the coffee…”
“Shut up, Lia.”
After getting a key from the guy behind the counter, I pull her into the bathroom at the back.
“Well, here we are. Pee.”
She glares at me. “What, here? In front of you?”
“Go on.”
I lean back against the door, remembering that first night, and that moment when for once, I hadn’t wanted to strangle her. She’d looked so humiliated, and she’d cried. For the first time in three years, the pain in my chest had eased, and I’d realized then and there that I wanted to spend the rest of my life making her cry.
“Pee, Lia.”
Grumbling, she pulls down her panties and soon I hear the loud tinkle of her pee against the metal toilet bowl.
“Wipe well,” I say, tossing her a few squares of toilet paper. “I don’t want your pee on my cock.”
She makes a face, then a very different one when the meaning of the words sink in.
“Okay. Done.”
She stands up and walks toward me, her panties still at her ankles.
“Wash your hands. Remember that bacteria, huh?”
She rolls her eyes but obeys, before turning around once more.
“No. Keep your hands against the sink.”
This time, she doesn’t try to be snarky. She’s only too happy to bend down, and even stretches open her legs, showing me her pink pussy, wet with something that definitely isn’t pee.
“You’ve been a real brat, do you know it, Lia?” I murmur, running my fingers over her ass. “I can see a few spots on your bottom that aren’t bruised. Clearly, I haven’t been punishing you hard enough.”
“Logan!” she gasps, as I bring a hand down hard. “Logan, you can’t! They’ll hear you! We have to get back to Aurora! We don’t have time for that!”
“Quiet, brat.” Two more hard smacks, one on each cheek.
“Ow! Fuck! Logan!”Smack.“How much longer do we have to drive?”Smack.“My butt is already so sore!”
“Good. You can cry, and then you can spend the rest of the car drive crying.”
Fuck, it feels so good to get out all my frustration on her, as I paint both her cheeks dark red. I’ve been on edge since yesterday, and I love her, but goddammit, she’s definitely not made it easy. “I thought you were going to… fuck me,” she sniffles, and my cock twitches to see tears at last falling down her face.
“I was waiting for those tears,” I breathe in her ear, giving her a few hard smacks just to make sure the crying lasts.
Then I take out my cock, fisting it before pushing it into her pussy. It slides in easily, and I smile as I always do at this proof that pain turns her on just as much as it does me.
I clap a hand over her mouth, stifling her moans, while driving into her hard. My other hand goes to her folds, and she whimpers when my thumb strokes her clit. Her pussy squeezes my cock, and I groan against her as I feel her spasm, her fingers gripping the sink, an orgasm rolling through her.
I pull my hands away from her mouth and folds then, and spread her cheeks, watching the way my cock penetrates her, the way her little ring of muscle twitches. Then my own orgasm breaks over me. I pull out and watch my arousal trickle out of her.
“Logan,” she whispers, “you came… inside me…” She lets out a long shudder, still limp from her orgasm. “I’m not on… birth control… what if I’m…?”