by Alison Tyler
“You should expect a lot, because you deserve a lot.”
She pushed her face against the covers, embarrassed. He was toying with her, stroking her ass with the open palm of his hand. She couldn’t help the way her body responded to his touch. Her hips rocked across his lap, her ass rose up to meet his palm. Her body was talking to him in ways her lips would not. Spank me, she was saying silently. He didn’t. He stroked her ass again and again, like petting a cat, until she grabbed on to the sheets with her hands and made fists, frustrated beyond all measure.
“What do you think you deserve?” he finally asked her.
She’d been ready to take the spanking. She’d been ready for him to tell her to count, or to stay still, or to behave. But she wasn’t ready to speak.
“I won’t spank you until you tell me,” Andrew threatened.
“Fuck you.” The words were out of her mouth before she had decided whether or not she would actually say them. To her relief, Andrew laughed.
“Seriously? You think being a brat will get you what you want?”
He shoved her off his lap, and she moved to the edge of the mattress and looked at him cautiously. Her thoughts seemed to be tripping over each other as she tried to figure out what to do next. In a board meeting, when things took a strange turn, she was always there with the perfect response. But now, feeling her pussy juices slick on her upper thighs, her body seeming to throb with anticipation, she had no idea what to do.
“Bend over the edge of the bed.”
Oh, he was going to spank her. She felt oddly vindicated as she maneuvered herself into position. He stood behind her, pushed his shirt to her hips and started to stroke her ass once more. She believed he was going to spank her the way he had the night before. Maybe with his belt again. She felt herself preparing for the action, and she thought she might actually come during the punishment, the way her body was angled, pussy pressed against the ridge of the mattress.
“Do you have lube?”
Wait, no. That wasn’t the question she’d expected.
He hesitated only a moment before asking the question again, more slowly this time, but not more sweetly.
She looked over her shoulder at him. He was already heading into the adjoining bathroom, rummaging around in her medicine cabinet. He returned with a half-filled bottle. While she watched, he undid the cap and wet his fingers. Then he began to probe between her asscheeks, massaging the lube into her back door.
Her whole body was one tense wire of muscle.
“You wanted a spanking, didn’t you?” Andrew asked. She could feel the head of his cock pressing against her from behind. She couldn’t speak over the lump in her throat. “Didn’t you?”
She nodded. He fisted her hair and pulled her head back. She managed to whisper the word, “Yes.”
“Thought I’d heat your pretty heart-shaped cheeks with my hand and then fuck you?”
“Yes, Andrew.” It was the truth.
“But you wouldn’t do what I asked, wouldn’t even answer a simple question.”
She got the cadence of the game. “No, Andrew.”
“So we’ll do something else. And then I’ll spank you.”
The head of his cock rubbed in a circle against her asshole. She sighed under her breath, and Andrew, his voice gone husky said, “You like that.”
She wasn’t going to fuck up again. “Yes, Andrew.”
“Good girl. Tell me what you like.”
He couldn’t see her face, so he didn’t catch her grimace. He was going to make her talk to him while he was fucking her asshole? He couldn’t have named a worse punishment. But Gina did her best.
“I like that because it feels dirty.”
He moved aside and added more lube, this time dribbling the chilly liquid directly against her rear hole. Gina pushed her head into the mattress while lifting her hips and ass into the air. Andrew parted her asscheeks and slicked her up with his fingertips, working the lube deep into her hole. How had he known? She couldn’t guess. Anal was something she’d only done a few times. But she loved the feeling of being taken like that. Her body must have told Andrew everything he needed to know. He splayed her open and pressed the head of his cock to her hole once more.
“You tell me what you’re thinking, and then I’ll reward you by telling you what’s going to happen next.”
As he spoke, he rocked the first inch of his cock into her asshole. Gina groaned and bit her bottom lip. But as soon as the head was inside of her, the spark of pain ended and the pleasure began.
“I’m thinking that…that…”
“Say it, Gina.”
“That I like being fucked up the ass because it feels naughty. And I’ve always wanted to be naughty for someone. With someone.”
He was moving faster now. She could feel how hot and swollen her clit was against the sheets. Andrew reached his hand under her body to stroke her clit as he fucked her asshole. It was almost like being fucked in her pussy. She could not believe how good it felt.
“So this is what’s going to happen next,” Andrew said, and he was breathless, too. “I’m going to come deep inside of your ass, and then I’m going to take you into the bathroom and clean you up.”
He was pounding her now. Fucking her hard to each word, each promise.
“And then I’ll give you that spanking you were craving so badly.”
She sighed. She was going to come—on his words as much as on his actions.
“Can you guess what’s going to happen next, Gina?”
She shook her head. “No, Andrew.”
“I’m going to write my name in red on every page of your calendar.”
He pinched her clit as he shot inside of her. They came sealed together, her body trembling all over, then both of them still. He carried her to the shower as he’d promised and washed her all over. “I know you’re booked,” he said, as the water rained down. “But you’ll fit me into your world, won’t you?”
That was the most gentle he’d been to her, and she saw his eyes were filled with the echoing need of her own. She needed to submit—and he needed to guide her.
“Yes,” she said, turning in his embrace under the spray. “I’ll make the time.”
The water beaded up and ran down her face. He kissed her wet lips and held her to him.
“I always liked books that had a happy ending,” Andrew said when they parted.
Gina smiled at him. “Me, too.”
ABOUT THE EDITOR
Called “a trollop with a laptop” by East Bay Express, “a literary siren” by Good Vibrations and “the mistress of literary erotica” by Violet Blue, ALISON TYLER is naughty and she knows it.
Over the past two decades, Ms. Tyler has written more than twenty-five explicit novels, including Tiffany Twisted, Melt with You and The ESP Affair. Her novels and short stories have been translated into Japanese, Dutch, German, Italian, Norwegian, Spanish and Greek. When not writing sultry short stories, she edits erotic anthologies, including Alison’s Wonderland, Kiss My Ass, Skirting the Issue and Torn.
Ms. Tyler is loyal to coffee (black), lipstick (red), and tequila (straight). She has tattoos, but no piercings; a wicked tongue, but a quick smile; and bittersweet memories, but no regrets. She believes it won’t rain if she doesn’t bring an umbrella, prefers hot and dry to cold and wet, and loves to spout her favorite motto: You can sleep when you’re dead. She chooses Led Zeppelin over the Beatles, the Cure over NIN, and the Stones over everyone. Yet although she appreciates good rock, she has a pitiful weakness for ’80s hair bands.
In all things important, she remains faithful to her partner of seventeen years, but she still can’t choose just one perfume.
Copyright © 2013 by Pretty Things Press.
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