Free Yes, Justin by Michele Zurlo Page B

caressing them both with a rough touch. Justin’s breathing grew ragged, and she reveled in her power.
    “Come for me. Now.”
    His order triggered a storm of reaction. Trish’s body bowed into a stiff shape. Her back arched, writhing under an onslaught of feeling that robbed the bottoms of her feet of all sensation. She screamed her climax, coming harder and longer than she ever had before. Behind her, Justin pumped into her. Hot jets of semen bathed her insides, and he only pounded harder. The orgasm went on and on and on.
    Her elbows couldn’t hold their locked position, and she collapsed. Her consciousness didn’t fade, but her comprehension of the world wavered and shifted. She felt Justin’s strong arms holding her tight. He sat on the bench, cradling her to his chest. The staccato rhythm of his heart beat time against where her hand rested. Warm water washed over them, helping to keep the shivers at bay.
    He tilted her head back and kissed her, thrusting his tongue into her mouth to claim any part of her that might feel it didn’t belong to him. As her motor control returned, she tried to kiss him back, but a place deep in her soul only let her accept his mastery of her mouth.
    For the first time in a long time, Trish felt all was right with the world.

Chapter Four

    Morning sunlight streaming through the trees outside dappled a pattern over the objects in the room that made the details difficult to see. Justin blinked away the fog of sleep and reached for his watch to check the time. They didn’t have the cabin for much longer. A noontime checkout heralded a definite end to this unexpected second honeymoon with his beautiful bride.
    Less than twenty-four hours before, he had watched from down the street as his wife left their home to meet a strange man. The thought didn’t bring the same pain it had the day before, or even the month before, because things had changed between them. Of course, they still needed to talk about how this would all manifest once they got home.
    He liked the idea of having Trish as his submissive, but he couldn’t keep her naked all the time. He also couldn’t expect her to have every decision she made approved by him either. They each brought different areas of expertise to this marriage, and he knew when to cede to her wisdom.
    However, he definitely wanted to keep control of their sex life. He could make her wear a butt plug to teacher in-service days. He could spank her before she went to bed. He could intrude upon her time in the shower. He could wake her up for sex every single morning. Good God, he loved morning sex. When they were first married, he used to wake her up every morning, sometimes by plunging his cock into her pussy. Her eyes would open, and her murmured sigh would turn to a gasp. When had she begun turning him down?
    His gaze wandered to her still form. The sheet, tucked under her chin, covered her entire body. Her hair lay scattered on the pillow, a ratted mess that held an appeal all its own because he had been the one to muss it.
    Whether or not she consented to being his sex slave after this weekend, she was his to command for the next three hours. He wanted to fuck her ass again, but he reasoned that she had to be sore. He hadn’t been at all gentle with her the night before. Because she had enjoyed it so much, he didn’t regret being rough.
    Mindful of the tenderness she had to feel all over her body, he eased the sheet away. She grunted a protest and tightened her grip. A quick glance at the headboard revealed that a set of nylon restraints attached to an eye hook. He unwound them and wrapped one around each of her wrists.
    She opened her eyes, a question there that didn’t make it past her lips. Her gaze followed the nylon line to the hook in the bed frame. As he knew she would, she figured out the situation quickly. He loved her intellect. Beauty, brains, and a generous heart—his Trish had it all. No way in hell would he let her go.
    “Raise your