I force a smile that I’m not really feeling and brush off the earlier encounter. I just want to forget it ever happened and don’t want to ruin our date. “Yeah, I’m fine. I just ran into somebody I know from school. No big deal.”
He studies me but must not see anything that worries him too much. He wraps his arm around my waist and we head outside.
The problem with my practice of never taking an umbrella unless it’s pouring does have one downfall. Though the rain was just a sprinkle earlier, while we were inside, it’s become a torrential downpour.
“Stay here and I’ll go get the truck and bring it around so you can stay dry,” he says.
“Nah, let’s make a run for it. I’ll race you. On the count of three. One, two—” I take off like a shot.
“Hey!” he shouts from behind me. I can hear his heavy footsteps pounding the pavement, and I pick up my pace. The rain is coming down in sheets, and I’m soaked in an instant. I see the lights flash on the truck and smile because I know he’s opened it, so I can get inside as soon as I get there. Instead, when I hit the truck, I turn around. He’s only a few steps behind me, and I thrust my hands in the air.
“I win!”
“You’re a cheat!” he yells before gathering me into his also soaked arms and kissing me deeply. When he pulls away, he says, “Now get in the truck before you catch your death,” and gives me a smack on the ass that has the desire I felt earlier springing back to life.
He lifts me into the truck and then runs around to the driver’s side, hauling himself in as well. Once we’re both safely ensconced inside, I laugh. Not a tiny giggle but a real genuine laugh from deep inside me. I’ve never felt so free to be myself as I do when I’m with Dante. It’s like he accepts every part of me—the serious, the scared, the silly—and he always seems to want more.
“I didn’t know my girlfriend was such a little cheat.”
My breath catches in my throat as he shakes the rain out of his hair, but water is still streaming from his body, making his clothes cling to every muscle.
“Girlfriend?” I ask softly, almost scared to hear what he has to say.
He turns slightly in his seat so that he’s facing me. “Well, you’re not seeing anybody else, are you?” His voice is as soft as mine, like he’s almost as nervous as I am, but that can’t be possible.
“Of course not,” I rush out. I don’t want him to think for a second that there’s anybody else.
“Do youwantto date anyone else?”
“No.” The word comes out as almost a shout. The thought of seeing anybody else is so repugnant to me, I don’t even want to think about it. When this man eventually breaks my heart, there’s going to be no way I’ll ever find a man that can measure up to him. He always has been and always will be the man I measure all other men against. That’s going to suck for them.
“Then I’m pretty sure that makes you my girlfriend.”
His eyes bore into mine, waiting for some kind of response, and I say the only thing I can think of in that moment. “Yeah, it does.”
“Come here.” His voice is stern and brokers no argument. I grab his outstretched hand, and he pulls me over the console to the driver’s seat. I’m on my knees, straddling his lap, and I wrap my arms around his neck to hold myself steady. He reaches down and moves the seat all the way back, giving me a comfortable space to fit between him and the steering wheel.
I can feel his hard length underneath his slacks and am both impressed and flattered at how much this man always seems to want me. It’s almost as much as I want him.
“I think my gorgeous girlfriend needs to be punished for cheating, don’t you?”
The exhilaration of him calling me his girlfriend again clouds the last part of his sentence for a second. That is, until I feel the smack on my right ass cheek through the material of my dress and panties, causing me to jump in his lap.
“Hey!” I exclaim loudly. In answer, he gives me another swat on my left cheek. There’s too much material to cause any real sting, but the surprise makes me jump again, and my pussy immediately floods, soaking through my panties.
I let out a soft moan. “What are you doing?” I ask in a daze of growing lust.
“Don’t you think bad girls should get punished?” he asks, his voice somehow both stern and playful at the same time. He pops my behind again, and this time I grind down onto him, making us both moan.
“Yes,” I gasp. “But here?” We both look around, and I realize the truck is shrouded in darkness and rain. There are so many raindrops covering the windows that I can’t see out, which means nobody can see in. Of course, there’s always the chance that we could still get caught. We’re in a parking lot for God’s sake, but that seems to just be heightening my arousal. Now that I know nobody can see us, I’m all in for this punishment.
The first time Dante spanked me, the feelings it flooded me with surprised me, and while it stung, it was never hard enough to cause me any actual pain, just enough to heighten my arousal and make me want him that much more. He’s spanked me several times since, and I’ve only grown to love it more.
Instead of answering my concerns, he goes back to kissing me. Teasing my mouth with his and tracing my lips with his tongue, causing me to gasp. While I’m focused on what he’s doing with my mouth, in the background there’s the sensation of his hands slipping under my dress to my ass as he slowly raises my dress to around my waist, leaving me in the black thong I slipped on after our shower.
As our tongues play together, I unbutton his soaking wet shirt and spread it wide, exposing his chest to me. I run my hands over it and feel the hard panes of his body, shaped by hours of hard labor. These aren’t some muscles for show that you get by spending hours in the gym every day. No, these are the kind of muscles you get doing hard work to provide for your family.
His hands are massaging each of my ass cheeks, and I’m torn between thrusting back into his hands so that he’ll knead them harder or arching forward to rub my pussy against his thick cock. Before I can make my choice, there’s another smacking sound followed by a sharp sting on my right cheek. Oh, shit.