Daniel is often the stoic one among us, but occasionally he has his hysterical moments. They are rare, but they always rattle me given how level-headed he tends to be. Driving out of state is one of his triggers.

“We’d just dropped off our daughter at college when the GPS lost its connection.

I sighed and pointed toward the upcoming exit. “She said to take the next exit. If the connection doesn’t pick back up we can maybe find a place with Wi-Fi and look ahead on the route.”

He grumbled something about “the fucking middle of nowhere,” and I laughed. When he took the next exit, I glanced his way, seeing how tense he was. This wasn’t going to be good.

At the end of the exit we were faced with a three-way split.

“Any idea which way the hotel is?”

I shook my head.

“Well, you booked it!”

I felt my muscles go tight and my jaw clamp down. I hated that tone. Outwardly, I kept my calm and reached for the phone. The little words still mocked me: NO CONNECTION.

I studied the signs and the driver behind us leaned on their horn.

“Which way? Which way?” he was practically chanting it and I lost my patience.

“Turn right. The sign says gas. Go there and we can ask at the fucking gas station,” I snapped, wondering how people ever survived without the magic lady who gave directions from their phone.

He blew out a sigh and turned the wheel. He was clutching it so hard his knuckles had blanched white.

I got out of the car the moment it rolled to a stop and marched up to the small gas station store. I grabbed a soda and a water and approached the guy behind the counter. After I paid him, I leaned on the counter and said, “The hotel? It’s around here?”

“The big chain one?” he asked. He smelled like gas and cigarette smoke, an interesting combination.

“Yeah.”

“Just down the road. Turn left out of here. Once you get past the church on the right you’ll see their sign sticking up above the tree line.” He smiled and gave a cough. “Lemme guess. You lost your GPS?”

“Yep.”

“Damn trees.” He looked out the window at Daniel pacing around the car. “Looks like you need to get your man there. They have a bar. He looks like he needs a drink.”

“He needs something,” I said.

Once we were at the hotel we carried our bags up and shut the door.

“Look, I’m sorry about — ”

“Take your pants off,” I snapped.

He froze, his eyes grew wide, and his stance changed.

I went in the bathroom to wash my hands and splash my face, leaving him there to wonder if what he thought was going to happen was accurate.

I took my time.

When I returned, he was standing there with no pants and a hard-on like nobody’s business. I shut the curtains, blocking out the lovely fall foliage.

I kicked off my shoes and then stripped slowly while he watched. He seemed to be barely breathing.

I sat in the gold armchair and patted my lap. “You know the drill. You were an asshole. You let your emotions override your logic. You were rude. You were impatient. You panicked.”

“I’m sorry — ”

“You’re about to be,” I snapped.

His cock bobbed eagerly, which brought a rush of color to his cheeks.

I patted my lap once more. “Now. I won’t ask you again.”

He draped himself across my leg and I felt that hard dick poking me. After a long trip, just to our halfway point between college and home, it was everything I had in me to ignore the wet pounding lust between my thighs.

I took a deep breath and let him wriggle. Then finally, “Stop moving like that. I know what you’re doing. I’m not here for you to rub your cock on. I’m here because you were bad and deserve to be punished.”

He whimpered and my cunt flexed. This was going to be good for both of us.

The first blow made my hand smart and his back arch. When his body relaxed, I felt his cock rub me again, but this time it wasn’t on purpose. It was reflexive. And that made my pussy all the wetter.

I laid down ten good blows, not bothering to make him count. When he caught his breath, I started in again, reveling in the handprints that were blossoming on his pale ass. His dick felt hard enough to bat a baseball with, and I had to chew the inside of my cheek to keep from smiling.

I pushed him off roughly and he fell to his side on the hotel carpet.

“Eat,” I said, letting my thighs fall open. I leaned back in the cushy gold-colored chair and watched him crawl to me. It’s one of my favorite sights.

He put his large hands on the inside of my thighs and sat back on his haunches. He examined me for a moment.

“What are you waiting for?”

“Just looking at you.”

“Why?”

“You’re pretty.”

I wanted to soften, but that would ruin it for both of us.

“If you’re done looking, how about you get down there and take care of business?”

Another whimper. Another twitch of that big hard cock. My own juices had me drenched and he hadn’t even touched me yet.

He leaned in, putting his mouth over my clit. He stayed still for a moment and I thought I’d lose my fucking mind. Just as I was about to chastise him, he flicked that hard bit of flesh with his tongue and my insides turned molten. He worked his way around my folds, teasing me just enough to make me crazy horny but not enough to earn my wrath.

His hands tightened on my inner thighs, almost an act of desperation, and that ramped my arousal up tenfold.

Daniel shoved his rigid tongue into my hole, fucking me that way until I rapped the back of his head and tsk-tsked him. He went back to sucking my clit, occasionally pausing to drag his flattened tongue against it.

I grabbed his dark hair and shoved my pussy against his lips. “Get me off. Now.”

He gasped, and then it was all magic. His tongue moving and slithering over me, teeth occasionally raking me and sucking until I could barely catch my breath and my head was swimming.

He didn’t ask permission. He pushed a finger inside of me, and I let it slide because that was the sensation that broke my resolve. I came with a growl, my pussy flickering around his thrusting finger. I chewed my lower lip as the spasms hit me and the warm fluid sensation of release rolled through me.

He looked up at me eagerly, hoping for a fuck. I smiled at him and patted his cheek. “Back over you go,” I said and patted my lap.

He whimpered and my cunt flexed once more.

He draped himself over me, his cock hard as a steel rod against my leg. I took a breath, promising myself ten severely good licks and then I’d fuck him. Put him out of his beautiful misery.

My hand came down with an ear-cracking strike. He bucked. I laid down another over that one so the red handprints crisscrossed. He started to hump me. He didn’t even know he was doing it, I was sure. I laid down three more fast strikes and watched his pretty white ass turn cherry-red. His body undulated like a desperate wave and I gave him the final blows fast and hard. Then, just for fun, I pushed a finger into his ass and flexed it so it hit the spot that would feel the best.

“Jesus — ,” he gasped. “Please — ”

I pushed him back on the ugly hotel carpet and his cock sprang up straight. I laughed softly and straddled him, sinking down on his hard rod. When I was fully seated, I stayed utterly still to drive him mad.

He forgot the rules and attempted to thrust up from beneath me.

“Hey!” I said, leveling a finger at him. Daniel froze. “Do I need to stop the fucking and put you back over my knee?”

Inside my pussy his dick twitched,   but he shook his head fast and hard. “No, no — ”

“Then don’t you move. I move,” I snarled.

He nodded and bit his lip. He was trying so very hard to not fuck me. How cute.

When my stoic husband looked like he was going to cry, I began to move. He hissed when I slammed my hips down on him, grinding his tender ass against the rough hotel carpet. I was on top so he’d get optimum misery from his well-deserved spanking.

I put my hands on his shoulder and moved myself up and down his shaft. I paused every minute or two and clenched my internal muscles around him until he groaned.

I grew tired of my own game and began to fuck him in earnest. I had gotten myself right to the brink and now I needed it from him hard and fast.

I looked him in the eye and nodded. “You may move.”

He inhaled sharply, grabbed my hips, and started to thrust up from beneath me. At this point, we’d both benefit from a good heart-stopping orgasm.

He moved just like I needed him to, hitting my G-spot like a pro. I held my breath, knowing that just a stroke or two more and I’d go over into that wonderful wet release.

“May I — ”

I cut him off. “You may!”

He growled and thrusted up from under me even harder. It must have been killing his ass, and that made it so much hotter.

“Oh, fuck — ” he grunted.

His pleasure made me peak. His body bucked beneath me, his fingers bit into my fleshy hips, and my pussy worked him as my pleasure slammed through me.

“Fuck, fuck — ” I was chanting it and laughing. I had lost my stern demeanor.

He wriggled beneath me as his body relaxed. I could tell the carpet was making his tender bottom sing. I let him suffer for a moment longer as the last flickers of orgasm worked through me.

When the last of it had faded, I pushed his dark hair out of his face. “Come on. Let’s shower. I’ll wash your back. And then we’ll find food.” I winked at him. “I’ll drive.”