AROUND THE BLOCK

M. Marie

Since having their baby two years ago, Jason and Alexandra had implemented a secret routine. Every couple of days, when they needed a release, they would ask Jason’s mother to babysit while they went for a “drive around the block.” They made the excuse of needing some quiet time together, and the doting grandmother was only too happy to fuss over her grandchild for an hour or two, so no further explanation was needed.

No questions were ever asked about the small bag Jason brought along, either.

They lived in a small farmhouse just outside the city limits, so they simply had to drive around a bend to find privacy. They would park on the shoulder of the road a few miles away from the house, turn off the ignition, and allow themselves a brief escape to indulge their sexual kinks.

It wasn’t ideal, of course. A hotel room—or a dungeon—would have served their needs better, but with their daughter so young, and money a bit tight, it was hard to justify that kind of expense. All they truly needed was each other and a safe space to play in, after all, so with their house out of the question now that Jason’s mother was in residence, their car had become their secret playroom.

Tonight, after parking and killing the engine, the pair stepped out of the car to quickly check that the area was indeed vacant, before sliding into the backseat. Alex settled in beside her husband, before getting right to business: “Safeword?”

Jason’s eager grin filled the backseat. “Venice,” he responded.

She smiled softly at him—that was where they had been married. Alex loved Jason’s romantic side…it paired so nicely with his submissive nature.

Gracefully, she straddled his lap. As her warm weight dropped down onto his thighs, Jason’s body reacted instinctively to the feel of her body pressed so closely against his. His pulse quickened, his skin flushed, and, as he felt his cock begin to harden, Jason shifted so she could feel it pressing against her.

“Not yet,” she admonished.

Alexandra’s short black dress had shimmied up her thighs as she settled into his lap, baring smooth, porce lain skin. Slowly, she slid her hands up her legs, from knees to waist, pulling her skirt up completely as she did so. Jason’s hungry eyes followed every movement, and settled quickly on her pussy as it was bared. She never wore panties when they went for their drives.

His hands twitched at his sides, desperate to touch, but he resisted. Pleased, Alex leaned in to press her lips against his. Her kiss was demanding and desirous, but brief.

Pulling back, she wrapped her arms around his neck and whispered, “Did you bring my bag?”

Instantly, Jason’s cock swelled with excitement. “Yes! It’s on the floor.”

“Close your eyes,” she instructed.

He obeyed. There was a rustling of fabric as she shifted on top of him, then the metallic purr of the bag being unzipped. Next, silence. He tilted his head, listening; her fingertips tapped his chin, making him start slightly. Her fingers traced his jawline, down to his throat, then disappeared, only to be replaced a heartbeat later by a familiar, heavy sensation.

Jason practically purred as Alex slipped his well-worn collar around his neck and carefully buckled it, being mindful not to fasten it too tight. With it placed to her satisfaction, she slid even closer and let her firm body press flush against his. His breath caught in his throat as she pulled his wrists behind his back. There was another familiar noise—metal clinking together—and then the cold sensation of bands encircling his wrists.

The handcuffs snapped shut with a sharp click, restraining him.

“Good?” she checked, in a throaty whisper. He nodded consent.

Satisfied, she reached between their bodies and stroked his stiff erection through his pants. Her lips were against his neck now, and her fingertips had found his zipper. Her teeth nipped just below his jaw as she lowered his fly and reached inside. He cursed in a low voice as, after squeezing the base teasingly, she slid her grip up to encircle the head of his shaft and pull it out of his pants.

Jason’s groans deepened. “Can I open my eyes?” he begged.

“No.”

Grinning, Alexandra didn’t loosen her grip as she slid off his lap and dropped to her knees on the floor of the car. Above her, Jason spread his legs and blindly thrust his pelvis upward as she lowered her face to his crotch. Alexandra’s tongue lapped a lazy circle around the head of his cock, before she opened her mouth wide and took the whole organ.

She wasted no time on a slow buildup. Immediately she began to suck hard; her left hand was gripping the base of his cock and squeezing rhythmically, while her right hand cupped his heavy balls. As she slid her mouth up and down his swollen cock, her tongue swirled around the hard shaft and, occasionally, she pulled her lips back from her teeth and let them graze tauntingly over the sensitive skin of his erection.

It was maddening. Jason wanted to bury both of his hands in her long hair and rein her in to a steadier pace, but the cuffs kept him from doing so. She increased the pressure of her teeth for a moment, enjoying the way he squirmed and shuddered, but once his breathing grew labored, she relented and climbed back into his lap.

“Watch me,” was her brusque order.

Jason’s eyes snapped open. Under his heated gaze, Alexandra reached between her legs to spread her pussy open, then slowly lowered herself onto his stiff, throbbing cock. Helpless to touch or interact, he merely groaned and panted, offering breathless cries of pleasure as she rode him roughly.

She came first. Her cry of climax made him keen in frustration. She could feel him trembling beneath her and took pity on her pet. Affectionately, she slid two fingers under his collar and tugged lightly as she commanded, “Come for me.”

Jason climaxed with a hoarse, breathless bellow. His wrists strained against the handcuffs hard enough to leave bruises. As his tremors subsided and he sagged back into the smooth leather seat, Alex gently stroked his damp forehead and whispered praises against his temple.

When he had recovered somewhat from the exertion, Jason rolled his head to the side and looked out the car window. The sky had darkened considerably since they’d left the house. Alexandra confirmed the late hour beside him.

After adjusting her clothes and freeing his wrists from the handcuffs, she decided, “I don’t think we have time for any other toys tonight. We need to get back.”

There was a time when Jason would have protested; he would have insisted they stay and that his Domme focus her attention solely on him, but they were no longer simply submissive and dominant. As partners—and parents—other responsibilities often had to take priority.

Without complaint, he bent his neck so she could unfasten his collar. After all, their next indulgence was always just around the block.