Sodom and Detroit by Ann Mayburn Page B

of her neck in time with his
spanking, and the hits grew harder. Her skin warmed beneath the
blows and she found herself arching to meet the smack of his hand,
loving how he growled when she wiggled.
    “Rub your clit while I spank you, beautiful,” he
said into her ear.
    She ran her finger through her wet slit and teased
back the hood of her clit while he spanked her. Each slap
corresponded to her pressing harder on her clit until she began to
eagerly anticipate the brisk smack of his hand. His nails lightly
traced along her burning bottom, and she sagged against the wall.
There was something so primal about the pain and pleasure mixture,
the awareness of how her submission to his hand made them both
burn.
    She shuddered and widened her stance, trying to
entice him to continue. His low growl of approval seemed to stroke
her from the inside out, and his next smack caught her by surprise.
She didn’t know if it was because her bottom was sensitized to his
touch, but that slap carried a harsh sting of pain. She rubbed her
clit faster to try to offset the ache. They fell into a pattern
again: his hand on her bottom bringing pleasure/pain until she just
held her finger down on her clit and rocked her hips in time to his
spanks. Her movements were so tied to his spanking that she stopped
when he did. He reached around her and jerked her hand out from
between her legs before slamming it on the wall.
    “If you breathe on me, I’m going to come,” she
whimpered.
    He pulled back, and she bit her lip as she heard the
sound of a wrapper being opened. A quick glance confirmed he was
sliding a condom over his cock. As far as she was concerned, he
couldn’t get inside of her soon enough.
    “If I fuck you in the ass, will you come?”
    She shuddered as the large ridge of his cock rubbed
back and forth on her clit. “Yes.”
    “Have you ever taken a dick in that lovely ass
before?”
    The intimate question made her squirm against him.
“Yeah.”
    “Did you like it?”
    The outer ridge of the head of his cock scraped over
her clit and almost brought her to her knees. “Oh yes.”
    His heat left her back. A moment later something
cool squirted between the cheeks of her ass, and she bit back a
surprised squeal. The warmth of his finger was startling against
the cool gel as he spread it around her anus. She tried to relax as
first one finger, then two eased into her. There was a sharp sting,
but it blended into the throbbing of her punished bottom. As he
slowly began to finger fuck her ass he placed gentle kisses all
over her shoulders, his touch soothing her even as he made her burn
hotter.
    Slowly his fingers stretched her. “You’re so tight.
I’m going to have to fight to keep from coming right away. Tell me
what you want, my beauty.”
    “Please.” The words shivered out as the head of his
cock nudged her bottom.
    “Please what?” His voice was soft and teasing, but
the head of his cock began to fight her body for entrance.
    “Please fuck my ass.”
    “Good girl,” he growled and pulled one of her hands
down and placed it between her legs then began to massage her clit
with her fingers. “Come for me.”
    The erotic order brought her suppressed orgasm
almost instantly as he pushed his way into her tight bottom. There
was burning pain, but it just added a rich spice to the
contractions of her orgasm. When he was halfway in, he reached
around to cup her breasts.
    “So tight, just like I thought. Perfect.” His praise
made her feel wonderful, and she relaxed, allowing him to slide all
the way in. It burned and there was pain, but nothing compared to
the sense of satisfaction that she was giving him pleasure.
    They stayed like that for a moment. Luke groaned.
“You’re going to come for me again. And when your sweet bottom
contracts around my cock, I’m going to fill you up. Fuck you until
you cry my name.”
    He began to work her with short strokes. Just those
small movements had her dancing against the wall. She had