I didn’t want to risk bumping into anyone I knew in Philly, and so I steered the truck onto the Pennsylvania Turnpike. Riding shotgun, Fonia didn’t have a clue where I was taking her, but I could tell by the sparkle in her eyes, she found the mysterious getaway to be very exciting.
I’d noticed a Town Car had been tailing me for the past ten minutes, and recalled that Fonia had mentioned that Harrison Lord’s chauffer drove a Town Car. Was the sadist following us?
I veered off at Exit 31, which took us into Lansdale, Pennsylvania, and after another ten miles, I glided into the rear parking lot of Naturally Naughty, an adult novelty store.
“I’ve never been in any of these places,” she said as she got out of the truck.
“First time for everything.” I grabbed the duffle bag, planning to load it up with a variety of bondage gear and sex toys.
“Go check out the paddles,” I told Fonia.
“Really?” Her eyes brightened in delight.
“Pick out a variety.”
She smiled and went inside the store. I reached inside my glove box and picked up my new Glock. With my gun stuck inside the front of my pants and covered with my T-shirt, I stood in the parking lot and waited. A few minutes later, the Town Car cruised into the lot. The driver slid his window down and I saw the silhouette of a man in the back seat.
I strode over to the car. “This is your first and last warning, Harrison Lord. Fonia’s with me now, and if you value your life—if you value your wife, Sylvia’s life— you’d better leave Fonia alone. Sylvia goes to the Mainline Gym every morning at nine...am I right?”
Fd done my homework on Harrison Lord, and to let him know how very serious my threat was, I lifted my shirt, revealing my weapon.
“Oh, my God; he has a gun! Go! Go! Pull off,” the sadist shouted hysterically, ducking down to the floor. The way the vehicle skidded out of the parking lot, you would have thought that Fd actually opened fire.
What a pussy! Punk-ass Harrison Lord doesn’t want any trouble out of me. I had a feeling that tonight would be last time that he’d ever entertain the thought of harassing and terrorizing my girl.
I entered the store and Fonia sent me a smile as she held the handle of a carrier that she filled with an assortment of paddles that varied in size, shape, and color. I
watched her for a few moments as she examined paddles and slappers. I noticed a slight smile on her face as she fondled a wooden paddle that had a series of heart- shaped rubber impressions on one side while XOXO was imprinted on the other. In the new world that I was exploring, I supposed nothing said “I love you” quite like the sting of a paddle.
Totally in touch with her submissiveness, Fonia picked up and examined crops and hand-held doggers.
It was time for me to explore my dominant side. I felt a rush of anticipation as I browsed aisles that featured blindfolds, restraints, leashes and collars.
I spent a whopping four hundred dollars on our starter kit of BDSM novelties, and I was sure we’d be back soon to add to our treasure chest of sex toys.
In the dimly lit parking lot, outside the truck, I put a sleek, leather blindfold over her eyes. A white Volvo entered the parking lot and I knew Fonia was excited when she heard the sound of tires crunching over gravel.
Car doors opened and closed and the occupants of the car watched in fascination as I handcuffed Fonia’s hands together. “Bend over, baby,” I said, and then stuck my hand up her dress and pulled down her panties, exposing her ass.
At this point, a couple that had exited the store as well as the occupants of the Volvo had moved closer, riveted by the peepshow that was unfolding before them. “Now spread your legs.” Fonia was bent over with her legs
widened, and from behind, I inserted Ben Wa balls into her vagina.
“You have to hold them in your pussy; you’ll be in big trouble if they drop out. Do you understand?”
There was a murmur of excitement from the onlookers that were getting a private viewing of the sort of activity that would usually take place behind closed doors. Goose bumps broke out on Fonia’s arms as she came to realize that the onlookers, only a few feet away could see her ass, had heard me instruct her to keep the balls inside her pussy, and could also see the object I had taken out of the duffle bag.
Fonia shivered and let out a soft moan of anticipation as she waited for what was going to happen next. “Clench up your pussy, baby,” I instructed as I leveled a moderate smack across her ass. She let out a long groan. Not from pain, but from the effort she had to exert to keep the Ben Wa balls secured inside her tightened walls. I dehvered a series of intense whacks, but Fonia determinedly kept the balls in place.
Finally, when I could see the impression of hearts that decorated her ass, I gently pulled the string that dangled from her pussy. With one hand, I slowly extracted the balls, and with the other, I clenched my baby around the waist, securing her—keeping her from toppling over as her body shuddered from multiple orgasms.
Our small audience applauded, and Fonia’s face was flushed with a mixture of pride and embarrassment after
I removed the blindfold. I pulled up her panties and removed the cuffs and she fell into my arms. “Thank you, Jag. You’re so good to me and I love you so much.”
“And I love you, too.”
“Awww!” our audience exclaimed before going on about their business. I opened the door for my baby and held her arm as I assisted her into the passenger’s seat.
I hadn’t planned on falling in love with Fonia, but I had. And being in love meant being willing to cooperate and compromise. I’d been closed-minded and judgmental, but no more. Our journey together had only begun, and I planned on being an imaginative lover who lovingly indulged all her kinky desires and needs.
Inside the truck, Fonia and I both strapped on our seatbelts and I started the engine. But I was having difficulty getting comfortable. Embracing the dominant aspect of my personafity was a surprising tum-on and my dick was as hard as granite.
Sensing something was wrong, she gazed at me ques- tioningly. I unbuckled my seatbelt, lifted up, and unzipped my pants. “I can’t drive in this condition. Take your seat- belt off and get on this,” I told her in a no-nonsense tone of voice.
With an expression that told me she was more than happy to oblige, Fonia buried her face in my lap, and sucked my dick until she depleted me.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Allison Hobbs is a national bestselling author of twenty-five novels and has been featured in such periodicals as Romantic Times and The Philadelphia Inquirer. She lives in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. Visit the author at AllisonHobbs.com and Facebook.com/Allisonhobbs eroticaauthor.
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