by Piper Stone
“How dare you!” I struggled, trying my best to break free but the man was strong as an ox, easily keeping me in place. I was growing more frustrated by the second, admonishing my ridiculous thought about coming here.
And my burning desire.
No! I couldn’t feel this way. He was some crazed biker dude, hell bent on... Punishing me. The man was serious. I could tell by the way his eyes sparkled even in the dim lighting.
“You’re insane!” I snapped. “Get the fuck away from me!”
“I’m just a man who handles issues on the spot and you were definitely trying to gather information about me. And you have a caustic mouth!”
“Fuck you. And just what do you think you’re going to do about it?”
He exhaled before picking me up from the floor like I weighed nothing. “Take care of this the old-fashioned way.”
In shock, I didn’t react or make a single sound until he plopped me down beside the bed, his oversized fingers fumbling to unfasten my jeans. “Wha... what in the hell are you doing? Bastard.”
“Giving you a spanking.”
“You damn well aren’t going to do that.” I knew that screaming wasn’t going to draw any attention. Not only was his room all the way at the very back of the motel, but the area backed up to an alley and a series of trees, both able to mask the noise. I was stuck with a crazed biker hell bent on... Spanking. The word lingered in my mind, carving up visions of all the fantasies I’d had. This wasn’t happening. “Get your hands off me.” I finally reacted, smacking him across the face.
Grunting, his head was snapped to the side and he closed his eyes, but damn if he didn’t keep his grip firm. Very slowly he turned his head, placing both hands on my hips. “We can do this the easy way or the hard way. You’re getting a spanking. I don’t like people getting into my business and you not only lied to the motel clerk but to me as well. Now, you can lower your jeans and panties yourself or I’ll do it for you. Your choice.”
Hearing his husky voice, like smooth velvet sliding down every inch of my naked skin, I shivered visibly. I was also biting my lower lip, a clear sign of my ragged nerves. What in the hell was I supposed to say to this man? I was turned on as well as humiliated. Heat poured off my body, forcing beads of perspiration to trickle down the back of my neck. “I...”
“You have five seconds before I remove your jeans,” he stated, so matter of fact like he did this kind of thing all the time.
The one thing I could tell? He wasn’t kidding. “Fine. I’ll do it.” I took a step back, my face rippling with another round of embarrassed heat. I could no longer look him in the eyes. How could I? Some stranger was going to punish me like a bad little girl.
Panting, my fingers were almost immobile as I attempted to unbutton and unzip. I was trembling all over when I lowered them past my hips.
“Panties too,” he directed.
I was ready to curse at him again but thought better of hit. Keeping my head down, I slipped my fingers past the tight elastic, beseechingly slowly lowering my panties. I knew I heard a slight growl coming from his lips. He was looking at my bald pussy. I knew he was.
Pervert.
Fuck him. Fuck this. Fuck everything.
The words repeated themselves in my mind, but I had to ask myself, why was I wet and hot, my pussy spasming?
“That’s better. You might learn obedience.” He sat down on the bed and took my hands into his. “Do you really work at this bar?”
“I already told you I do!” I snapped. Uh-oh. I could tell that had been a mistake. “I mean, yes. I manage the place.”
“So, you’re from around here?” he asked the question then dragged me over his lap.
“I’ve been here a few years.” What in the hell was he hiding from, or whom? Maybe that’s why he valued his privacy. My curiosity was piqued even more. I was too busy trying to figure out his business to realize he’d yanked my jeans and panties down even further and was now rubbing his callused fingers over my bottom.
There wasn’t a portion of my body that wasn’t aroused, and I was fearful I’d leave a wet mark on his jeans. I held my breath, the anticipation killing me. When the first two smacks hit across my ass cheeks, I jumped, not from the pain, but from embarrassment as juice leaked from my pussy.
“You can’t go around accosting strangers. That could get you killed. And that mouth of yours is terrible. You’re a beautiful woman, but having a dirty mouth isn’t an attractive attribute.” He proceeded to issue several additional hard swats, one coming after the other.
I gritted my teeth to keep from crying out. The man wasn’t going to rattle me. When a series of smacks moved from one ass cheek to the other, I clenched my fists, finally tossing back one of my arms. “Ouch!”
“You know that spankings are supposed to hurt. Stay in position or I’ll be forced to use my belt. Not sure if you’d like that.” He held my wrist with one hand as he rubbed my heated bottom with the other. Tingles rocketed through me.
“Asshole!” The shame of being spanked by a stranger was palpable. The fact I was turned on was even worse.
The visions continued, wild and crazy; my mouth open wide and sucking his big, fat cock. I wanted to ride his shaft like a bucking bronco, this stranger buried so deep that I had difficulty breathing. And I wanted him to slather my pussy with his tongue, licking every drop of cream.
This couldn’t be happening. I had no right to be so... I licked my dry mouth, whimpering softly.
“That just got you another twenty. You need to be remorseful, not a brat.”
I envisioned myself surrendering to his every shameful need, no matter what he asked. This had never happened to me before. Not with any boyfriend and certainly not with Carter.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!
“I’m not a brat!” I heard the whine in my voice and grimaced. As he continued, my body finally registered pain, fresh and raw and very real. Tears formed in my eyes but there was no way I was crying. I held my breath as he peppered a solid dozen. Only when the pain turned into agony, yet my pussy was so wet and slick that there was no doubt his jeans were soaked, did I finally offer an agonizing cry.
“That’s better. I think you’re beginning to understand the error of your ways. Ten more, then you can stand with your nose pressed against the wall.”
“What?” I managed to jerk my head around, glaring at him like he was out of his mind. “Fucking no way!”
“Uh-huh. Maybe I was wrong about learning your lesson.” He pushed my head down before starting again, the hard spanks going from the center of my buttocks to my sit spot and finally my upper thighs. Damn, he was good at this too. I wouldn’t be able to sit comfortably for two days.
And I didn’t care one bit.
* * *
Blade
What in the hell did I think I was doing? I took several steps away after I positioned her nose to the wall. The woman was beautiful with the biggest blue eyes I’d ever seen and the kind that could easily melt a man’s heart, as well as the silkiest copper-colored hair. She was definitely the one from the car I’d see before, the same connection strong as ever.
But to spank her naked ass? I was asking for trouble. Something had come over me the second the clerk had called, warning me a hot-looking babe was snooping around. I had to be certain she hadn’t followed me from Miami. The tee shirt hadn’t given her away. Her look of hard-edged innocence had.
If there could be such a thing.
No, I couldn’t imagine her as a fair maiden and all I wanted to do was dominate her.
I ran my hands through my hair, hissing under my breath as I studied her reddened ass. I hadn’t spanked a woman in so long, I was tingling all over, my cock pinched next to my zipper. Fuck. Fuck! I was a lunatic. After this, she could call the local cops and have me arrested for assault. Way to go, fuckhead.
I didn’t even know her name. At least she also didn’t know mine, according to the nosy clerk anyway. She’d never asked. I headed for my bottle
of whiskey, pouring a tall shot and swirling the liquid. Every nefarious thought I’d ever had centered around this woman. I had to have her. The question was, would she fight me?
Did I care?
The thought was damning but I had a sense about her. She wanted this as much as she wanted to breathe.
A dominating man.
A firm hand.
A hunger for total submission.
I could see through her easily.
“A little too early to be drinking, isn’t it?” she snarked, snapping her gaze in my direction.
“Face pointed to the wall or your punishment won’t be concluded yet.” The words just tumbled out of my mouth, as if I knew what the hell I was doing.
“Fine. Asshole.” The second word was as muffled as she could make it.
I took a sip and couldn’t help but smile. She was a feisty one all right, with a killer body and a mouth like a sailor. The combination was dangerous. “I think you must like being disciplined.”
“I do not, and you had no right. You aren’t my daddy.”
Daddy. The word kind of suited me, although I was a little young to take over the role. “No, but I am a man who doesn’t like liars and you, my dear are a natural born liar.”
“I am not! How dare you. You don’t know me or anything I’ve been through. I was just curious about you because... Because...” Flustered, her entire body tensed.
The girl was as turned on as I was. I licked the rim of my glass as I took a quick look at the huge wet spot covering a section on my jeans. The scent of her had driven me wild during the spanking to the point I almost slipped my fingers inside her sweet pussy.
“How the hell long are you going to keep me hostage?” she asked, huffing in a very defiant manner.
“Another cuss word. You’re racking up bad girl points.” I chuckled under my breath, fingering my belt. The thick leather would do nicely marking her ass, a solid reminder of her manners.
“Ugh! You’re... incorrigible.”
“I’ve been called many things but that one is new.”
“Oh, you prefer asshole?”
I polished off my drink, shaking my head as I allowed the base of the glass to thump against the cheap fake wood dresser. “That’s it. You just earned yourself the belt.”
“No! Wait!” She looked around, her mouth slack but her eyes smack on my belt buckle. “I’m sorry.”
“Not as sorry as you’re going to be after I’ve reddened your ass to a nice scarlet shade. Take off your pants.” Perhaps I wanted to see how far she would go or maybe myself. I was far too attracted to her. Somewhere in my brain I knew I was making a mistake, but right now, I didn’t care. “You heard me.” We were both adults and the attraction between us was obvious.
Her beautiful eyes opened wide, shimmering and laced with excitement as well as anxiety. When she dragged her tongue across her lips, all I could think about was sinking my face into her sweet pussy, feasting for hours.
This time she obeyed me without hesitation, removing her shoes, jeans, and her scathing red underwear, a color that always made me hard as steel.
“Pillows on the bed and lean over them,” I instructed. “And you can call me sir.”
Her lips were pursed, the look of venom crossing her face. Spitfire hellion. I couldn’t help but take a look at her incredible long legs, the kind meant to wrap around my waist as I fucked her. They led straight to a gorgeous soft mound, completely devoid of hair. My ears were ringing as she did as she was told, propping herself over the pillows with a huge huff.
I couldn’t get thoughts of fucking her tight ass out of my mind as I unfastened my belt buckle, taking my time as I pulled the strap though my belt loops.
She had her face turned in my direction, watching everything I did. I even noticed she parted her legs and took several deep breaths. Her condition had nothing to do with fear of what was about to come, but from desire tearing through her much like it was doing to me.
Folding the strap, I stood over her, able to see her pretty pink pussy lips. My hand was shaking by the time I issued the first hard smack, the cracking sound making my throat nearly close up. Her rounded bottom was perfect for taking a whipping and it jiggled just enough that I had to shift my throbbing cock for some relief.
She yelped and buried her face into the covers, her chest rising and falling, and her fists clenched around the comforter.
I smacked her again, keeping the strikes measured. Within seconds, the redness deepened and light marks rose from her skin. I heard her moaning and she kicked out her feet, but she accepted the punishment, as if she’d been craving one.
Every synapsis was alive and electrified, driving me to an unfocused point. Sweat beaded along my hairline as I smacked her again. And again. Even the sound seemed to echo. Taking several deep breaths, I caressed her bottom, the heat sizzling my fingers.
Then I took a chance I hoped I wouldn’t regret.
“Are you turned on, aroused by your spanking?”
She shifted, lifting her head slightly. “No. Of course not.”
“Are you certain?” My answer was her heated glare and pouting lower lip. “Don’t lie to me.”
“I’m not lying. How could I be turned on? You’re just a big brute being mean to me.”
I caught the slight expression on her face, one of wanton longing. After smacking her four additional times, I was pitched into another state of mind, my hunger off the charts. I eased the belt onto the bed and ran my index finger down the crack of her ass, moving ever so slowly to her pussy. “You are wet.”
“I’m...” Breathless, she clenched her ass cheeks and curled her toes. “No.”
“I told you. Don’t lie to me.” I slipped my fingers between her pussy lips, my balls tightening as her wet heat constricted around the slight invasion. “Very wet. I think you crave having my cock inside. Don’t you?”
“No! I...” She opened her legs wider, lifting her pelvis.
I swirled my finger around her clit, marveling at the feel. My balls were no doubt blue by now, needing relief damn soon. I toyed with her for a few seconds then dropped to my knees and leaned over. Opening her ass cheeks, I darted my tongue inside her pussy, lapping her cream, grunting like a wild animal.
Moaning, she kept her face pressed into the bedding as goosebumps appeared all over her naked skin. “Oh!”
I pulled back, breathing across her naked ass. “Do you want me to lick your sweet pussy and make you come?”
“I don’t know.”
“Another lie. That’s not good. You’re going to learn that the last thing you should ever do is lie to me.”
“Yes. Sir.” While the words were muffled, they were laced with way too much insolence in my opinion. I popped her on the ass with my hand before turning her over and lifting her legs. The surprise on her face gave me a grin.
She slapped her hands on the bed as I buried my face in her wetness, licking as I thrust a single finger deep inside. The taste of her was like sweet ambrosia, filling my mouth and slickening my face. Within seconds, I couldn’t get enough of her. I shoved two more fingers inside, flexing them open as I drove in and out.
“Oh, God!” Her mouth was open to a perfect little ‘o’ and her eyes were closed.
She was so wet, her inner thighs were covered with her juice and I wanted nothing more than to make her come, but she needed to learn a lesson. Wiggling my thumb between her bottom cheeks, I found her puckered hole and pressed the tip inside.
Jerking up, her body writhed as she gasped for air. “So good. Oh, my God.”
I pushed my thumb in further until I was able to thrust equally into both holes. I sucked on her clit then bit down until she finally squealed in pleasure.
“I’m going to come,” she whispered.
“No, you’re not, young lady.”
“What?”
Removing my hand, I smacked her pussy with two fingers several times then sucked on her clit, rolling my tongue around the tender tissu
e.
“No. No! You’re mean,” she moaned.
I repeated the move, slapping her pussy with three fingers this time then immediately placing my wet mouth on the same area, rewarding her for being a good girl. She lolled her head, her hand brushing aimlessly across her face and neck. She was wide open for me, surrendering to a stranger.
“You’re not allowed to come. Do you understand?”
Her eyes were glassy as she gazed at me. “Yes, sir.”
The words rolled through me like a freight train. I was addicted to this girl already. She was my crack and I needed a fix and the only way to get what I needed was to fuck her savagely. “Good girl.”
A shameless smile remained on her face as she watched me lower my pants, my stiff cock springing free. When she licked her lips in appreciation, I allowed the husky growl to slide up from the base of my throat. She needed to know I was and would always be a dangerous man.
I yanked her to the base of the bed and turned her over, forcing her feet onto the floor. Fisting her hair, I whispered in her ear, “You’re getting fucked.”
She didn’t fight me in any manner as I pushed the tip of my cock past her folds, spreading her open slowly. Her pussy yielded to me, wet and hot and ready. Every muscle was strained as I slid in slowly, taking my time until I was shaking from the intensity of my hunger. Unable to hold back any longer, I thrust in hard and deep, the force pushing her up from the bed.
“Yes,” she purred and jutted her hips, ready to take every animal-like plunge.
Everything about this was so wrong, but the feel of her pussy wrapped around my cock was perfect. Her pussy opened up, accepting every inch, clamping down like a sweet blanket of heat. I drove into her in a brutal manner, rolling onto the balls of my feet, my thighs aching and my balls swinging.
The carnal moment became savage as I pumped harder, skin slapping against skin. I held her hip with one hand, smacking her ass several times with the other. I was taking her my way, no questions asked.
This was nothing more than fucking and I could tell how much she loved it.
Moaning, her breathing became ragged as I pumped harder and faster, but I wanted more. I needed to feel her tight little asshole wrapped around me.