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been...demanding, and instead of insisting that he fix her car so she could go home, she'd barely put up a fight. When he'd pulled her head back and basically told her he wasn't going to let her leave, she'd nearly come right then and there as he plundered her mouth.
    "What is wrong with me?" she whispered, taking another sip of water. "Why did I put up with that?"
    Because you liked it.
    She rolled her eyes at the voice in her head, draining the last of the water and pushing herself off the couch. Spying a blue plastic barrel piled high with plastic bottles through the front window, she went through the screen door and added hers to the pile. Movement at the side of the house caught her eye, and she shaded her face with her hand to see Mike carrying her suitcase towards the barn.
    She stepped off the porch into the hot, caked dirt, then jumped back up at the unexpected heat on her bare feet. "Mike! I need that! Where are you going?" He didn't even turn to look, and she clenched her fists, looking around for something to put on her feet. There was a pair of old tennis shoes by the door and she slipped them on, dragging her feet to keep them in place as she ran after him.
    It was dark inside, and she stopped just inside the door to let her eyes adjust. "Mike? Where are you?"
    "We're going to have to do something about this little habit you have of borrowing my things without asking," he said, his voice coming from somewhere directly in front of her. She took a step forward, then another, blinking to finally make out his shape. He was leaning against a car, one leg crossed over the other, his arms crossed over his chest. Moving closer, she could see an amused expression on his face that merely served to fuel her anger.
    "Where is my stuff?" she hissed, poking his chest with one finger, even as some instinct told her it was a bad idea. "I wouldn't have to borrow your things if I had my--"
    He grabbed her wrist and stepped to the side, pulling her off-balance and guiding her to forward to lay across a wide, shiny black hood. Holding her wrist at the small of her back, he brought the other one down to join it, securing them both in one of his massive hands.
    "Let me up, Mike - this isn't funny!" She squirmed against his iron grip, but it only served to make her butt wiggle. An errant breeze across her buns told her the short shorts had slid up to epic levels, and her bottom was on full display. A second later, the flat of his hand came down hard on her ass, sending a resounding crack ringing through the building to match the sting under her skin. "Ow! What the hell?"
    "You shouldn't borrow things that don't belong to you, Alyssa. Now be still and take your punishment like a good girl." He rubbed his hand over her skin, soothing for just a second before it lifted and fell again. Hard.
    She shrieked, arching up as her hard nipples pressed into the cool metal below. To her chagrin, warm moisture pooled between her legs, soaking the tiny shorts as he rubbed her clit with two fingers.
    "I think you like this," he said, smacking her ass again, then rubbing her clit. "I think you need this. Spread your legs for me." He thrust a foot between hers and pushed at the inside of her ankle. She opened her legs automatically, before she could consider the consequences.
    Smack!
    Her butt burned under his hand, but she only whimpered, raising up on her toes as he worked his finger inside of her. She was so wet, and she squirmed against his hand, urging him on. He added another digit, fucking her hard and fast with his fingers as she moaned and arched into his touch. Releasing her hands, he slapped her ass as he worked her dripping hole.
    "Come Alyssa. Now."
    His rough command was all she needed, and her body shivered uncontrollably as she clenched around his fingers. He moved with her, massaging her inner walls to draw the pleasure out, and it was several minutes before she relaxed against the car, her legs barely holding their