Sasha's Portrait by B. J. Wane

softened any with her spanking.
    “Do you want me to turn back?”
    Surprise widened his grey eyes as he just looked at her for a moment. Her face was streaked with tears, her eyes filled with worry. “Sasha, this is only our first day and your first lesson. As long as you’re willing to take your punishments for your lapses, you’re staying with me as you promised all the way to Florida.”
    Relief flooded her and dried up her tears. “I’m willing.”
    “Good. Now, I didn’t give you permission to rise. Bend back over.”
    Sasha quickly complied, eager to redeem herself. She heard his zipper being lowered and felt him behind her as he grabbed her hips and thrust into her wet pussy.
    “Just as I thought,” he said with humor. “You’re so wet you’re soaking my cock.” He pulled back and then pushed slowly in again and again before pulling completely out of her clinging dampness. “Now you may get up and kneel.”
    Sasha rose unsteadily. Her buttocks throbbed painfully; her pussy felt swollen and empty, in need of more fucking. Kneeling before him, his cock thickly coated with her juices thrust in front of her, she was acutely conscious of her naked reddened ass facing the road.
    “Lick me clean.” Crossing his arms over his chest, he stared down at her, waiting.
    Sasha licked down and then up his hard length, tasting herself as she cleaned him. She knew there was a reason behind this maneuver, just as she knew he’d let her know what it was in his own good time. When she had completely cleaned his cock of her juices, he instructed her to bend over the bench again. Again, he coated his stiff penis with her abundant cream and ordered her to lick it off.
    “Do you like the taste of your feminine cream?” he asked when she had licked him clean a second time.
    Sasha looked up at him and nodded, smiling. “Yes.”
    “Good. Now suck me until I come down your throat. Make it quick. We’re pushing our luck out here as it is. Only a few cars have gone by since we stopped.”
    Fearful of recriminations, Sasha quickly took him in her mouth, sucking hard. His hands went to her head, guiding her movements as she reached behind him and grasped his buttocks to pull him closer to her face. It took him only minutes to come, his salty-sweet come spewing down her throat. She loved the taste of him, the hot hard length of his cock, the way he jerked as he came in her mouth. A car went by, honking, but she didn’t care what they saw. She had pleased him; and, at that moment, that was all that mattered.

Chapter Eight
    It was late afternoon when Derrick pulled up in front of a posh downtown hotel. A bellman rushed to open the doors for them as they got out. “Nice to see you again, Mr. Matthews. Your usual suite is all ready for you. Would you like your luggage brought up?”
    “Yes, Tim. Thank you. There’s not much.” Derrick took Sasha’s elbow and escorted her into the plush lobby, signed in, spoke a few words to the desk clerk, and then led her to the elevators. Her eyes were wide with wondering awe as she took in the elegance of the four star hotel.
    “The one and only time I was in New York was right after my high school graduation, right before I left for college. My parents and I stayed at the Holiday Inn.”
    “Holiday Inns are nice.” Derrick punched the top floor button, smiling down at her.
    “But not the best, right?”
    “Right.”
    Derrick’s two large suitcases and her small bag were already sitting by their door when they got off the elevator. The suite was just as beautiful as the rest of the hotel with white carpet, a large, four poster king sized bed, separate sitting area with a big screen television, a small, stocked bar and refrigerator, and the largest, most elegant bathroom Sasha had ever seen. Done in white and gold, it boasted a huge, walk-in shower, Jacuzzi tub and double sinks. The commode was conveniently nestled behind a short tiled wall.
    “Wow.” Turning mischievous blue eyes