"Spank Me... Please" (Part Four)

Leah's third orgasm had ripped, contracted, and buckled through her without mercy, and she slumped down, even more as Mike tenderly rubbed her ass. He pulled her, causing her to stand, and then turned her towards him. His eyes held hers as he pulled her head back by the hair, pulling her shirt to expose her breast and grip her nipple tightly until she inhaled sharply. He smiled, saying, "You love it, and you know it."

Leah nodded her head, "Yes... I do."

Mike's face got close to hers. "You're my little bitch, aren't you?"

Everything logical said that of course she was in no way his "little bitch," yet something primal, and previously untouched longed to be HIS, and she felt the need to be his "little bitch." Her head nodded, and she looked down, struggling not to cry at this point of weakness, facing her need to feel the sharpness of pain that would then be transcended by such exquisite pleasures. A tear, followed by another, and splashes of more, and she dared not to look at him.

"Hey," he said, "none of that. No crying. Stop that."

Mike wasn't harsh, only firm, and she borrowed some of that firmness in his voice. She wished she felt strong. She leaned into his strong arms as he spoke.

"Leah, you do remember the first time we were together, and then we talked after, about what it has been like since your husband died?"

"Yes," she said, staying hugged into his body, cool breezes from the bay calming her.

Mike continued, "You told me you have been empty, and numb, not even able to feel the pain and grief you know is there, somewhere...I heard you. I listened, and though you enjoyed our time, I could feel how much you're holding back, not only from the fallout of losing your man, but holding back in every way, possibly all of life."

Leah lifted her face to look at Mike now, as he spoke.

"You haven't ever been spanked by anyone else, have you? No, don't answer, because I could tell. You just wanted a reason to deny yourself, didn't you?"

She began to shake her head 'No,' then simply nodded.

"Why did you spank me, Mike?"

"Because it hurts, Leah. I spanked you because it hurts, and then I licked you, and it feels good. It feels even better after the spanking, doesn't it?"

He brought her close, kissing her briefly, then quietly said, "Once you go through that hurt in your heart, or at least face it, then I promise you life will start to be sweet again. It isn't going to happen overnight, but until you begin letting yourself feel that pain, you will not be able to open up again to all the good. Alright? I'm your friend before anything else, and I want for you to be happy."

She once again began to cry, and he told her it wasn't time to cry, and they climbed into the passenger row of her Suburban. His kisses were firm, but she met them with confidence and hunger that came from a new place in her. He tried to place his hand under the fabric of her skirt as they kissed, and then stopped, pulling the entire skirt over Leah's head, and tossing it into the driver's seat. Her blouse hung open, and he squeezed her breast, rolling the nipple, smiling as she moaned, then did again before he pulled half of her small breast into his mouth sucking, tongue rubbing. Leah knew how wet she was, felt the slippery surfaces of her labial tissues, with fluid on the top of her inner thighs. Mike's hand made contact with the swollen, sensitive area, middle finger rubbing next to her clit. Leah's mouth broke from the kiss, and she cried out in a loud whimper, "Ungh, Mike..."

She reached for his belt, trying to pull it. Mike disengaged from her, removing his shirt, and pulling his jeans down to his ankles, he sat in the center and pulled Leah over. She faced the front, leaning over the pillow and blanket she usually kept in the back seat. "Here, let's pull your legs up, yeah...bend your knees, and put one on either side of me, yeah...back up slightly..."

Suddenly, Mike grabbed her hips, pulling her into him, and his cock filled her pussy, making a wet sound, dovetailed by her sharp exclamation of surprise. He told her to ride him in small movements, and she felt him moving, too. He kept his hands on her hips, his hips pumping tighter, faster. Their angle caused his cock to beat perfectly on her g-spot, and Leah cried out and moaned with every climax, until he finally pulled her back hard, pounding his release into her in several rapid strokes.

He helped her turn around in a moment, laughingly placing a solitary paper towel between her legs, and then they both laughed as they hugged and kissed, not a tear between them.