Chapter 39
Rick
The turnoff viewpoint just outside White Valley was every bit as beautiful as I had remembered it. Genie’s bare bottom, pale and round and vulnerable, bathed in the hot afternoon sunlight, made it even better.
My hand on her hip kept her steady where she was bent over the battered steel handrail. I’d made her drop her jeans and her panties to the tops of her shoes the instant I’d had her out of the car.
She’d protested, of course, considering that every now and then a huge eighteen-wheeler would pass by on the highway fifty yards away.
“You stay where you are, Geneva. I told you you’d be wearing this when we came back to White Valley. And I’m a man of my word.”
“I know, sir. It’s just… I didn’t think that would be so soon.”
I smiled at that, taking a moment to fondle her buttocks until she began to buck against my hand. The sunlight caught a glint of thick wetness slickening the pink lips of her very pretty pussy.
But I wasn’t attending to that. At that moment her gorgeous little asshole was what had my attention. The viscous gel gleamed as I coated the heavy polished steel plug with it.
“Do we have to do it… here, sir?”
“Oh, yes, we do.”
Where we were going, the little procedure I was about to put her through was nothing. She didn’t need to know that, at least not at that moment. She’d learn soon enough.
I just wanted it to be more of a surprise for her.
Sadistic bastard.
The view over the White River was breathtaking, the breeze warm and fresh. The sun was high in the sky, illuminating every corner of the valley, the waves on the water shimmering gold. Genie was irresistible as she’d stepped out of the car, her tight jeans delineating every cock-hardening inch of her body from her generous hips and trim waist to the sleek muscles of her thighs. Her boobs—unfettered by a bra as I’d ordered that morning before our journey—bounced and swayed fetchingly in her black tank.
Her mirrored sunglasses, sadly, hid her mortification at my words when I’d gruffly ordered her to strip her jeans and panties down, but the overall look she presented was so appealing it was more than a sound tradeoff.
“Stand still,” I said, raising my voice to ensure she could hear me over the breeze. I took a moment to enforce my requirements still further. “Legs together. More than that. At the ankles. There, better. Now, rest those tits on the railing, and spread your bottom open for me.”
She made a strangled sound of protest. “I can’t do that here!”
“Yes, you can, unless you want to enter our new home with a roasted hot bottom. It’s your choice, bad girl.” I smacked her ass gently as a warning, reveling in the bounce and shudder of the soft, generous flesh. Her ass was made for me—for fucking, for punishment, for loving.
And it was all mine. Just like the rest of her.
“Either you cooperate and spread your big bottom nice and wide for your sir, or you’re going to be getting a nice, hard spanking out here in the broad daylight for all the passing truckers to see. Then you’re still going to have to spread for me afterward, no matter how many tears are sliding down your pretty cheeks. Do you get me?”
“Y-yes, sir,” she squeaked, already reaching trembling hands back to do as ordered.
“I thought you’d see the light,” I said, eager to begin. Such back and forth was often the best part, making the miscreant participate in her own punishment.
That interplay of unfairness, of the perpetually unequal power balance of our relationship, it fed something deep and dark inside her just the same as it did me.
I’d been cosmically lucky enough to find a girl absolutely perfect for a man like me.
The roar of a semi going by made Genie yelp, her butt swaying for a moment.
“Back in position, silly. It’s just a big rig.” Though I did wonder if the driver had seen the buxom bottom bent and bared over the railing.
As if on cue, the triple blast from his air horn confirmed it.
“Someone liked the show,” I remarked, chuckling, twisting the metaphorical knife just a little bit more.
She whimpered, stamping a foot in protest. “Sir!”
“Be quiet now. You aren’t fooling anyone, girl. You know you’re gorgeous. You like showing off that body. I understand you—probably better than you understand yourself. I see you.” I poked the center of her smooth right buttock with a fingertip. “Now, I believe I ordered you to present your bottomhole properly. Get to it unless you want my belt across it when you finally obey.”
With palpable reluctance, her hands with her pretty painted nails reached back, yawning her bottom cheeks apart, the flesh under her fingertips pressed white as she pulled her ass wide open. Her anus, tight and neat and dusky, clenched still smaller as it was exposed to the direct sun. I touched it with a fingertip, loving how it squeezed smaller each time I brushed it. “That’s better, sweet girl. So pretty.”
I presented the stout steel plug to her anus, its flange having been etched with the words ‘Bad Girl.’ As I pressed it home just a little, she jerked reflexively.
“Hold still.” I smacked the back of her thigh sharply, sending it jiggling fetchingly and leaving a darkening pink mark in its wake.
Geneva yelped, but stayed in place.
Then I eased the steel forward. As expected, she tightened upon it just as the widest part began to sink inside her. “No, you need to push out when you have that urge to squeeze.”
“It’s… I can’t!”
“Yes, you can. And your pretty asshole is going to be out here on display for any passing motorists to peruse until you can do as you’re told.” I pressed against her rim once more. “Now, push out.”
Finally with one long, panting whine from Genie, her anus spread achingly wide, then swallowed down the broadest part of the steel plug. I seated it home, until only the flange, with its shaming pronouncement on Genie’s true mischievous nature, was seated firmly within the cleft of her bottom. “That’s much better. See? You could take it after all.”
“Ah, take it out. It’s too big!”
“Is it hurting?”
“Ugh, I mean, I don’t know…”
“That’s a no. It’s supposed to be uncomfortable. It’s supposed to be impossible for you to forget it’s there. It’s a reminder of who owns that bottomhole—and of who owns you.”
“Yes, sir,” she said, chastened. I waited a moment, loving the way her poor hole spasmed around the plug, the steel utterly unforgiving. I stepped away, leaving her that way until another truck passed. This time, it was a big RV, the driver slowing down to a crawl before moving on. I wasn’t certain of it, due to the glare on the side window, but I suspected more than one photo may have been snapped.
But she was just an anonymous naked, plugged bottom along the side of the road. She may have been deeply embarrassed, but there was no way of knowing that bottom was Geneva’s.
Only she would ever know who was bending and displaying her pretty ass for passersby. And she’d replay it again and again while touching herself later, though she’d be loath to admit it to me.
But I knew.
Geneva whimpered in abject mortification. But still she’d kept her bottom spread wide, obediently displaying her subjection to my whims, to my will, to my complete control.
Just the way we both liked it.
“You may stand,” I said, finally.
“Can I pull my pants back up?”
“Did I say you could, my dear?”
“N-no…”
I patted her hip. “Then up you go. I want you turned around facing me, hands on your pretty head.”
Genie awkwardly shuffled around until she met my gaze. Her face blushed crimson, her pretty white teeth worrying the corner of her mouth.
“This is such a pretty picture,” I murmured, combing the tips of my fingers through the surprisingly dense pelt of dark pubic hair. “I like that you’ve followed my directions. You can be an obedient girl when you try to be.”
I found I liked making her grow it out. If it grew too unruly, I’d direct her to trim it slightly, but only exactly where I felt she needed it. I’d supervise her as she did it, something else she found unaccountably embarrassing.
Which only increased its appeal for me.
I stood back and admired my work. She was standing before me, her hands on her head, her eyes closed, her body trembling slightly as she presented for me.
“Forced retirement has been good for me,” I murmured to myself.
I coursed my palms down the pleasing curves of her hips, loving that the breeze sometimes made goosebumps spread across her skin. I drew close, breathing in the delightful scent of her hair at her temple. Gently kissing her ear, I whispered to her, “You may pull your pants and panties up, sweet girl.”
“Th-thank you, sir.”
I stayed close to her as she did it though, crowding her, invading her personal space. It made it somewhat awkward for her to bend down and pull her things up, but I liked that too. She needed to know, in ways simple and profound, that she was mine in every way.
Buttoning her jeans up, Genie looked up into my eyes, a shy smile spreading across her face. “You’ve been… different. Especially on this trip.”
I took her in my arms. “I am different. I’m a ruined man. An unindicted criminal. I’m a terrible, bad man.”
She nodded, mischief dancing in her eyes. “I… like the sound of that.”
I kissed her forehead, pulling her fiercely against my chest. “You want to know something? Faced with losing my company? Knowing Chester was going to destroy me? None of it mattered, not really.” I lifted her chin on a finger, forcing her to meet my gaze again. “The only thing I cared about… was you. Keeping you safe.” I closed a hand over her throat, just firmly enough to make her tense up. I had her full attention. “In keeping you mine. You see, bad girl, I’d give up anything for you. Anything. You’re my most prized possession. You’re my purpose. You’re my obsession. My life.” My voice softened. “My love.”
Her mouth dropped open. “You… what are you saying?”
“I’m saying that… I love you. That I’m in love with you.” I touched her soft, warm lips. “Probably have been for longer than I’d like to admit.”
I waited, the tension between us suddenly almost unbearable.
Then she smiled, tears brimming in her eyes. “I-I love you too, sir. I’d… I’d have said it a long time ago. I just didn’t think you’d want to hear it. That it would be a complication. I just wanted to help you. Any way I could.” She looked down for a moment, breathing deeply. “But I… I wanted to be yours. However you’d have me. I wanted to give you… everything. Even the parts of me I’m afraid of, the parts I don’t understand.” She peered up at me through her long, lovely lashes, her voice suddenly a strained murmur. “The parts I’m ashamed of.”
I tipped her head back, grinning down at her. “Help me? You’re going to be doing a lot more than helping me now that I’m a scumbag criminal trying to stay under the radar with the feds. You heard Stanton. I intend to get scarce. To disappear.” I glanced up the highway toward White Valley. “I know just the place to do it. And I won’t be disappearing there alone.”
“I never asked you.” Her slender throat worked adorably as she swallowed. “H-how much did they give you? For your business?”
For a moment, I only stared at her, my lips tight.
“Shit, that bad?”
Then I winked. “It was… a little more than Chester’s offer.”
“Thank God,” she said, hugging me tightly.
For a moment, as I stroked the soft, fragrant locks of her hair, I gazed out over the water again, taking in the beauty of the valley around us, pondering all the possibilities of what lay ahead.
But the truth was that those possibilities, tantalizing as they were, paled next to the prospect of living out the remainder of my days with the woman I’d fallen for.
White Valley may have been beautiful… but it could never compare to my Genie.
I thought back to the day I had met the sweet girl. It seemed a lifetime ago, but in reality, it had been less than a year.
I’d taken on an intern, a seemingly silly girl. A supposed burden, an obligation.
And I’d received the best thing that had ever happened to an awful man like me.
Buckling her back into the Audi, I slipped into the driver’s seat, putting on my sunglasses.
I fired up the engine, the sound like a purring tiger, and glanced over at my beautiful girl. “It was a little over thirty-three million dollars.”
As Geneva’s mouth fell open, her pretty eyes the size of dinner plates, I hit the gas, propelling us back onto the highway with a spray of gravel behind us.
It was time to start the rest of our lives.
The End