Page 42 of Punish Me

“Didn’t feel like it at the time. I remember you were always with her and hung on her every word. Going back there with you again, I’m scared.”

Pulling my wallet from my back pocket, I pay our fare. I turn to her and caress her face.

“Don’t be. I’ll fucking protect you with my last breath, Bryn. I’m not that naïve starstruck guy anymore. I protect what’s mine and battle for it every time.”

“Who says I’m yours?”

Anger fires inside of me, but I choose not to answer that.

“We have five minutes before the next train arrives. The one at the Arts Center isn’t running, so we’ll catch another Lyft from Lindbergh.”

“That’s fine.”

The train station’s mostly empty at this time of night except for workers. I know there’s only one more train running at one in the morning. I glance at my watch as we approach the platform. We sit down on a bench and wait.

“Are you okay?” she asks with concern dancing in her eyes.

I shake my head and say, “She’s exposing my daughter to shit I would never allow.”

“I know you don’t want to, but maybe it’s time to pursue full custody.”

“I am. There’s only so much one man can take, Bryn. To keep my sanity, I had to forge my own path. Create my own happiness. It’ll be complete when I know my daughter is safe,” I say, standing as the train arrives.

We step into the empty car as the doors close behind us, and she looks up at me, her eyes wet with tears.

“What?”

“I’m just angry that I wasted so much time.”

I sit down, and she hops onto my lap, looping her arms around my neck. “You never cheated.”

“No.”

Her lips press against mine, and in a quick, calculated move, Brynlee unzips my pants, pulling my dick out. Shoving her short dress up around her hips, she reaches between her thighs and moves her thong aside.

“Bryn, I...I don’t have a condom.”

Her eyes dim, and she bites her bottom lip before smirking at me. She opens her clutch and removes a foil wrapper. Biting it, she rips it with her teeth and unrolls it before smoothing it over my cock.

“You make a habit of carrying these around?”

“Only when my boss insists on punishing me with orgasm denial,” she moans.

“Fuck!” I groan when I slip inside of her.

Arching her head back, she lifts and slides back down slowly.

“Bryn, you’re gonna be the fucking death of me.”

“Bury yourself inside of me, baby,” she moans as she picks up speed.

The train rockets through the dark night, much like I’m blasting off with her. She’s my rocket ship taking a trip around the universe. She’s hot like molten lava, starry-eyed and dripping wet. Dipping her head, Brynlee takes the lead, claiming my lips. Our kisses become an exchange of control as we battle over who takes the lead until she’s crying out, shrieking through the empty train as we pass building after building, emptiness, and streetlights. Memories of our last time together ricochet between us.

Brynlee bites my neck as she cums, and my hands hold tightly to her as I thrust like a jackhammer, releasing what’s only been released at my hands for the last eight months.

“Lindbergh train station. Lindbergh train station,” the automated voice announces as the car slows to a crawl.

She hops off my lap, giggling as I struggle to fix my pants.

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