Sodom and Detroit by Ann Mayburn Page A

Because, like it
or not, Luke had moved past the just physical drawer in her
psyche and straight into the dusty and neglected this could be
the start of something wonderful section.
    A giant black marble and steel desk dominated the
far side of the room, and a vast wall of security screens stood at
her back. An enormous tinted glass window that stretched from floor
to ceiling showed the rainy landscape of downtown Detroit in the
late afternoon.
    Nerves had her licking her lips, but Luke’s gaze
pinned her to the spot. It wasn’t his good looks that drew her to
him but rather his absolute confidence. She found confident men
totally sexy and seductive.
    “Would you like to play rough with me, beautiful?”
he asked in a purring rumble while he unbuttoned his jacket.
    She sucked in a quick gulp of air and released it.
“Please.” The one word came out needy and breathless. God, he was
making her take responsibility for what they were about to do. Now
she couldn’t fool herself and say it just happened. No, she had
asked for it, pleaded, even. The thought of bending to his will,
begging him for pleasure, made her sex clench, and another rush of
moisture soaked her already drenched panties.
    He smiled and tossed his jacket onto a green leather
couch. “Good. If it gets to be too much, just say ‘Gryphon,’ and
I’ll stop.”
    She nodded and shifted her feet, unsure what to do.
She watched his long fingers undo the buttons of his shirt; it
joined the jacket on the couch. His muscular chest flexed as he
undid the top button of his black pants. She desperately wanted to
rub her cheek against the golden hair leading from his navel to the
edge of his boxers.
    The choice about what to do next was taken from her
when he yanked her against him and jerked her dress up over her
bottom. He placed his hands on her ample flesh, then groaned. “God,
you’re so soft. I love a woman with a full figure, so feminine and
delicious.”
    She shivered against him and ground her hips into
his erection. His lips were firm, and his goatee tickled her face
as his mouth teased hers. The soft stroke of his tongue made her
sigh as their kiss deepened. She wrapped her arms around his
shoulders and let out a little groan at how good he felt. His skin
was smooth and supple over the steel of his body.
    He spun her around and pressed her against the wall,
holding her hands above her head. “Stay like this,” he ordered and
kicked her feet apart. Excitement made her hyperaware of the
feeling of the wall beneath her fingertips, of the press of her
garters against her thighs, of the heat from his body on her
back.
    The sound of his zipper seemed loud in the hush of
his office. When he rubbed his cock over her satin-covered bottom,
they both groaned. Her position limited her movement, but the hood
of her clit scraped against the slit in her panties.
    He knelt behind her, and she heard a metallic snap.
A glance showed him carefully cutting the edges of her panties with
his pocketknife. He gently tugged the ruined satin off her hips,
and she gritted her teeth as he pulled them back and forth between
her legs, teasing her clit. While they had been one of her favorite
pairs of panties, she’d enjoy the memory of them being cut from her
body even more.
    She arched her back into the air to give him better
access. As his fingertips grazed her ass she imagined Gryphon
watching them. The thought brought a new rush of desire.
    Luke gripped her bottom and spread apart her cheeks,
admiring the little pucker of her anus. She hissed as his fingers
scissored over her clit and his tongue stroked along her bottom. He
was utterly wicked, depraved even, and she loved it.
    He quickly brought her to the edge of orgasm, then
stopped. A frustrated groan passed through her lips. He laughed. “I
want that lovely bottom pink.”
    A quick smacking sound of flesh meeting flesh echoed
in the room. At first it was light slaps that made her wiggle. He
began to bite and lick the side