by K D Grace
“So,” Abigail said, her confidence boosted, “what do we do now? Are you gonna be nicer to me know you know we bat for the same team?”
Mackenzie moved closer to Abigail, pushing her right up against the wall with her hands either side of her head, their bodies pressed tightly together. “I can do better than nice, you know.”
Abigail trembled a little at the words, and at the feel of the sexy girl’s body against hers. The smell of leather invaded her nostrils, and her mouth went dry. Her crush was definitely on again, and if the way her body was reacting was anything to go by, it was ramped up to fever pitch. “R-really?” she managed to choke out, resisting the temptation to roll her hips towards the redhead. “W-what’s that then?”
The way Mackenzie’s breathing had increased hinted to Abigail that the other woman wasn’t unaffected by their proximity, but she wasn’t quite as weak-kneed. “Well, how about we wipe the slate clean, and start again?”
“Okay, that sounds great to me.”
“You haven’t heard my terms yet.”
“Terms?”
“Yes, for wiping the slate clean. It doesn’t happen just like that” — she clicked her fingers — “with me, you know. I like to make things a little more fun.”
The look on Mackenzie’s face seemed to indicate that her fun wasn’t of the sweet and innocent kind. Suddenly, she pulled away from Abigail and walked back towards her bike. She reached into the helmet which was still hanging from one of the handlebars and pulled out her gloves. Flicking them back and forth in her hand, she said, “So, you up for some fun?” Then, just in case Abigail had had any doubts as to what she was talking about, she thwacked the gloves against her palm, and grinned widely at the older woman.
Abigail opened her mouth but couldn’t seem to make any sound come out. Did she seriously mean...here?
“Well?” Mackenzie indicated the seat of her bike. “I’ll be gentle. It’s clearly your first time.”
Abigail was still too stunned to correct her. She had, in fact, been spanked before. A few times. And she’d enjoyed it. But it hadn’t been anything too heavy, and certainly not with leather gloves. And absolutely, one hundred per cent not bent over a motorcycle in a public place!
“Come on,” the redhead said, waving the gloves once more. “No one will see. That door is shut, and nobody is going to come wandering around the side of the building any time soon, are they? That’s why you hid my bike here in the first place, wasn’t it? Go on,” she wheedled. “Just six of the best, and all will be forgiven.”
Abigail finally found her voice. “And what do I get to do to you in return?”
Mackenzie wiggled her eyebrows and grinned wickedly. “Anything you like.”
“Anything?”
“Yep. I’m a pretty adventurous kind of a girl.”
“Yes,” Abigail replied, moving towards the bike. “I’m beginning to realise that.”
She bent over the bike, her forearms either side of her torso and her fingers tightly gripping the edge of the seat, but not so tightly that she’d leave marks. The last thing she wanted to do was to up the number of spanks from six. Not here, anyway. Maybe later.
“Keep your eyes on the ground,” Mackenzie said. Abigail could hear her moving around behind her. She was obviously getting into a prime spanking position. Abigail braced herself, ready for the first blow of the gloves against her backside.
Instead, she felt warm fingers gliding up under her skirt, and taking it with them. The material was shoved up around her back, and she heard Mackenzie give a low whistle.
“Damn, girl. I thought you were hot before, but now? You are on fire.”
Abigail realised that the redhead was voicing extreme appreciation for her undergarments, which were a black g-string with black suspender belt and stockings.
“I don’t even need to pull those down. They’ll be no protection at all.” She pulled the waistband out like a rubber band, then let it go with a snap. Abigail sucked in a breath at the slight sting, then felt a warmth between her legs as she realised that was just the beginning. The gloves were going to feel a damn sight more painful. And she didn’t have to wait much longer to discover that she was right.
Thwack! The first blow from the gloves made her jump, and she jerked away with a yelp. As a result, her weight was thrust against the motorcycle, which then swayed a little on its centre stand. Abigail’s heart pounded. Fuck, if she pushed the bike over she’d be in for a lot more than a spanking. She’d have to suck it up and just take what was coming to her.
Slap! The second spank followed rapidly after the first, and landed on the opposite ass cheek. Now they were both hot and tingly, and would no doubt feel much worse when Mackenzie had finished doling out her punishment. Abigail felt her clit and labia swell, and a trickle of pussy juices soaked into the gusset of her g-string. God, if this is what she was like after two, she’d probably have come by the time the sixth blow of the gloves landed on her bare, reddened skin.
The third strike hadn’t come yet, and Abigail had to resist the temptation to turn around and see what was going on. Somehow she knew that no good would come of that. So she waited, bent over the motorcycle with her naked ass in the air and her pussy growing increasingly slick and ready. She listened carefully, and could hear the rapid breathing of her punisher, and wondered if it was due to the exertion of the spanking, or because she too, was horny. Abigail came to the conclusion that it was probably both. After all, if spanking did nothing for Mackenzie, she surely wouldn’t have suggested it in the first place. So both of them were getting off on this act of wiping the slate clean.
She would have to think long and hard about what she would do to Mackenzie when it was her turn to return the favour. Just as she was about to do just that, there came a sound, and her right ass cheek was on fire again. Then her left, then her right. The three blows had come with barely a pause between them, and had Abigail clinging onto the Ducati for dear life and gasping in shock and pain. As each wave of pain rolled and morphed into one of pleasure, she felt her clit swell to the size of a cherry, one that was desperately ready to be picked. And eaten.
Teetering on the edge of orgasm as she was, it was inevitable that the final blow would send her tumbling over. Aware that just a door lay between herself and her colleagues, and that any great movement could push the bike over — and her with it — Abigail gritted her teeth and grunted and groaned as her orgasm crashed through her body. It was intense; the feeling of her empty cunt twitching around nothing, and the wash of bliss that overtook her.
Mackenzie had barely touched her — with her hands, that was — and already she was in heaven. She couldn’t wait to find out what would happen next with the redhead, when they were alone, in private.
But it seemed she had one more ordeal to go through first. She startled as the leather gloves were slapped onto the seat next to her upper arm. Just as she was about to twist around and look at Mackenzie, the younger woman’s hand pushed her back down.
“I’m not quite done yet, honey.” She proceeded to stroke her other hand across Abigail’s cheeks, soothing the reddened marks that no doubt stood out against her pale flesh. Then her hand moved steadily down and down, pulled aside the now sodden crotch of Abigail’s underwear and slipped two fingers inside her wetness.
Abigail bit back a moan, which then threatened to burst from her lips anyway as another of Mackenzie’s fingers joined the two already in her eager cunt. They moved in and out a couple of times, before being removed entirely. Abigail could hear a telltale wet sound, then Mackenzie spoke.
“Fuck, you taste good, baby. And you’re so fucking wet. God, I wish I could take you home right now.”
The hand was removed from Abigail’s back, and Mackenzie pulled her up off the bike and into her arms, holding her tightly and stroking her hair as she came down from her climax and regained the use of her limbs.
After a while, Mackenzie held Abigail at arm’s length and looked at her enquiringly. The older woman nodded, indicating she felt steadier, and Mackenzie pressed a kiss to her lips before letting her go and moving over to her bike.
Once there, she retrieved her keys from her pocket and unlocked the storage box. She pulled out a pen and notebook, and scribbled something down before tearing the sheet from the book and gripping it between her teeth. She returned the pen and notebook to the back box, then pulled the paper from her mouth and folded it carefully, before reaching into the top of Abigail’s blouse and tucking it into her bra.
“Come see me tonight. We can finish what we started — and then we’ll have a truly clean slate.”
Still feeling a little out of it, Abigail merely nodded and watched as Mackenzie got her bike sorted, pulled on her helmet and gloves, then got on. She started the engine and Abigail jumped out of the way as Mackenzie began the many manoeuvres that would turn her bike around and allow her to drive out of the alleyway. Something like a bazillion-point-turn later, and with a final roar of the engine, Mackenzie was gone, leaving Abigail’s ears ringing from the sound that had been filling the narrow alleyway for the past few minutes.
Slumping against the wall, Abigail shook her head. Had that really just happened, or had one of her many dreams felt even more real than usual? She pinched her arm, then yelped at the resultant pain, which also seemed to kick start her sensibilities. Aware of the movement of air around her ass and upper thighs, she looked down and realised that her skirt was still up around her waist. With a gasp of shock, she yanked it down quickly and smoothed it carefully into place, as though someone would come upon her at any minute.
Of course, nobody did, and she stayed in the alleyway for a few minutes, trying to get her bearings back before heading inside to the inevitable questions of her colleagues. God, what would she say?
The crackle of paper as she moved reminded her of the note that had been shoved into her bra. She retrieved and unfolded it, and when she finished reading what the paper said, she read it all over again, letting the words sink in as she crossed the car park.
Suddenly, she didn’t give a shit what any of her workmates said or did.
She was going to the house of the hottest girl she’d ever met that evening. And she was pretty sure she wouldn’t be going home that night.
Chapter Six
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“So,” Mackenzie said, flashing Abigail a wicked grin. “Now that we’ve filled up on energy food, would you like to fulfil your part of our bargain?”
Abigail had done the bare minimum after returning to work earlier in the day, instead using the time to work out what she’d most like to do to Mackenzie in order to wipe the slate clean. But there were so many things she wanted to do, choosing just one proved difficult. Let alone one that would bear some resemblance to a punishment. Finally, she came up with something and daydreamed about her sexy decision until it was time to go home.
She’d driven home as fast as was safely possible and raced upstairs. She showered, dressed, did her hair and applied makeup in record time, rushed downstairs, grabbed the piece of paper which contained Mackenzie’s address and left the house again.
And now here she was, being offered the sexiest woman she’d ever met on a plate.
“Yes,” she said, returning Mackenzie’s grin, “I would. So let’s go upstairs.”
With a nod, Mackenzie stood and held her hand out. Abigail took it and followed the redhead — who was now clad in tight jeans and a vest top — up the stairs and into a beautifully decorated bedroom with a large bed. Abigail grinned as she noticed that it had metal head and foot boards, which were absolutely perfect for the “punishment” she had in mind for Mackenzie. She turned to her and said, “You got any handcuffs? Or basically anything I can use to spread eagle you on the bed. And a blindfold.”
Mackenzie’s eyes widened and she froze for a second, before giving a curt nod and crouching beside the bed. Reaching underneath, she pulled out a large flat plastic container and flipped the lid off. It contained a multitude of sex toys, restraints, whips, and all kinds of other sexual playtime paraphernalia. “Knock yourself out,” she said, giving Abigail a wink.
“Oh,” Abigail countered immediately. “Don’t worry, I will. Strip and get on the bed.”
Mackenzie did as she was told, and by the time she was ready, so was Abigail. She’d selected the items she required from the box and shoved it back under the bed, before taking off her own clothes and leaving them in a pile on the floor. Then, she bent to retrieve the objects she’d chosen, moved over to the bed and dropped them next to Mackenzie’s left hip.
Quickly, she secured Mackenzie’s ankles to the bed with the restraints. Then she joined her on the bed and put the blindfold on her, before tying her wrists to the posts of the headboard.
Then, Abigail did what she’d been desperate to do ever since she set eyes on the hot redheaded biker chick. She crawled between her legs, confirming quickly what she’d known all along — Mackenzie was a natural redhead. Short russet hair covered her pubic mound, but had been shaved or waxed from her bikini line and pussy lips. Stroking her fingers along those pussy lips, Abigail marvelled at the smooth softness of the skin. An involuntary moan escaped her lips. Mackenzie rolled her hips, clearly eager to be touched again. Abigail was more than happy to oblige.
Only this time, it wasn’t her fingers that touched Mackenzie’s cunt. It was her tongue. She dipped her head, her own pussy throbbing as the alluring scent of the other girl’s arousal reached her nostrils, and slipped her tongue between Mackenzie’s swollen outer labia. Immediately, her taste buds were tantalised by the deliciousness of the girl she’d lusted after for so long.
Using her fingers to pull apart Mackenzie’s pussy lips, Abigail went to town on her willing captive. She licked up all of the juices from the redhead’s vulva, deliberately avoiding her clit, then thrust her tongue inside her slippery slit. Mackenzie moaned and writhed on the bed. But, as her movement was restricted, she could do nothing about the fact her lover intended to tease her for as long as possible, before being allowed to cum.
Abigail also moaned — the taste of Mackenzie’s cunt was delicious and she felt as though she was in heaven. She wanted nothing more than to make the younger girl cum — which she knew would take a matter of minutes if she touched her clit — but she was determined to hold back until Mackenzie was at absolutely fever pitch...and begging for it.
Sliding her tongue up, she felt Mackenzie tense beneath her. She held back a laugh. The other girl obviously thought she was going to lick her clit. No such luck. She simply flicked her tongue from side to side mere millimetres below the swollen bud of flesh, before moving back down. Only this time she didn’t stop when she got to Mackenzie’s entrance. She went lower, pushing open the redhead’s luscious ass cheeks and slipping her tongue between them and to the puckered hole of her anus.
A yelp came from the head of the bed, and Abigail’s own arousal soared as Mackenzie’s breathing grew faster, and more juices gushed from her pussy, down her perineum and onto her waiting tongue. She pushed it deeper into the tight hole, thrusting and fucking and growing more frantic as she resisted the temptation to suck Mackenzie’s clit into her mouth and stimulate it until she climaxed.
Soon, though, she simply couldn’t resist any more. She’d teased the redhead for as long as she could — the teasing, of course, being worse as Mackenzie couldn’t move or see what was happening — but now her will had given out. All she wanted was to make her lover cum, for real this time, as opposed to the countless times she’d done it in her dreams. And so she pulled away from Mackenzie’s deliciously tight asshole and licked all the way back up to her clit.
She drew her tongue in wide circles around the swollen bundle of nerve endings, growing steadily closer and closer as Mackenzie whimpered and eventually spoke. “Please, Abigail.
Make me cum. I’m so fucking horny it hurts!”
It wasn’t quite begging, but it was enough for Abigail. She closed her lips around the other girl’s clit, sucked it gently into her mouth and swirled her tongue around it. Seconds later, Mackenzie screeched and thrashed against her bonds as her climax hit. Abigail slipped two fingers into the redhead’s cunt and marvelled at the feeling of the strong internal muscles clamping around her fingers. A trickle of wetness seeped from her own pussy, down one of her thighs and onto the bedspread.
She may have already had one orgasm today, but when a girl as hot as Mackenzie was around, that was nowhere near enough. Her clit throbbed and, as the younger woman’s breathing slowed and she quietened down, she slipped her fingers from her pussy and moved around the bed, undoing the restraints.
Had she not been so damn horny, she’d have curled up beside Mackenzie and had some quiet cuddling time. But she desperately needed to cum, so she straddled the redhead’s neck, reached down and pulled off her blindfold before issuing her next command. “Make me cum on your face, babe, and we’ll call it quits.”
Mackenzie blinked in the sudden light, then her lips curved into a grin. “With pleasure, gorgeous.” She reached up and gripped Abigail’s thighs before continuing. “You know, you should nick my bike more often.”
Wrath
Something Else
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by Sarah Masters
Chapter One
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Kevin knew where he was going when he got out of here, when his time was up and he was free to go back. Go back to what, though? Life without Robin? Yeah, that was about the sum of it, all right, but the remains of his life outside these walls were nothing more than ghosts from the past. It shouldn’t be like that. He shouldn’t even be here.